Chapter 43: Don’t Panic, It’s Within the Plan

　　No one knows how Kolev could not sleep for the past three days.

　　He had vaguely seen it before.

　　That transparent spaceship, that transparent spacecraft with particle transmission, that Feinan spacecraft that he had devoted his efforts to build for five or six years!

　　It casually broke through the Cass Federation’s garbage planetary defense system.

　　Kolev eagerly wanted to board it and see what kind of strange technology this spaceship that had been ‘blessed’ by a high-level civilization had.

　　’That’s the best pirate ship ever dreamed of. ‘

　　Kolev repeated in his mind.

　　But three days later, in the living room of the manor, Kolev looked at Hamilton who entered through the main entrance and changed into a decent suit, and the two metal tickets that Hamilton handed to him...

　　”Didn’t we set off on your boat?” Kolev blinked.

　　Hamilton smiled and said: “This is not a secret operation. We must make our trajectory clear and followable. And from now on, I am your nephew, Uncle Hatton.”

　　”Oh, this!”

　　Kolev clutched the metal nameplate and shouted angrily: “Let me go up and have a look!”

　　”Where?” Hamilton asked knowingly.

　　”Your ship!”

　　Kolev’s eyes were blazing: “Let me open your eyes. I won’t steal it from you.”

　　”So that’s it,” Hamilton looked at Kolev with a smile, “Don’t worry, Uncle Hatton. We have enough time when we get to the place. Now it’s time to leave for the spaceport. I’ll take an autotaxi and pick you up in an hour. us.”

　　”oh!”

　　Kolev gritted his teeth and said, “We will transmit it directly. Is there any difficulty in this?”

　　”There are real difficulties.”

　　Hamilton explained in a low voice:

　　”Only I can complete particle transmission, and that machine can only bind one person. There are no changes inside the spacecraft, except that there is an additional transmission machine, a host that accommodates the photon brain, and several instruments to increase concealment. Others It’s still the same.”

　　”Okay,” Kolev shrugged, “I’m not looking forward to it.”

　　”They ... they don’t want to directly disrupt the balance of the galaxy,” Hamilton explained. “The benefits they gave me are actually very limited. The real benefits will come later, after I can officially inherit this legacy.”

　　Kolev braced himself and looked at the metal plate in his hand.

　　”Let me see where you want to go, my dear nephew. Tsk, Fallen Wind Empire? Where is that place?”

　　”A vassal state of the Sherman Empire, in the first spiral arm of the Milky Way, has 11 administrative stars and 102 resource stars. Six of the administrative stars are in high poverty. The political environment is very complicated. There is currently a coup. The possibility is the wrestling field between the New Federation and the Sherman Empire.”

　　Hamilton introduced it like a treasure trove:

　　”I have prepared a strategy on the way here. From here, we have to change planes twice.”

　　”Where are you going to get an administrative star?” Kolev thought seriously.

　　”Yes, and we don’t necessarily need an administrative star. A resource star that can barely accommodate people can also be used. This way, there will be more options to choose from.”

　　Hamilton answered briskly, walked to the floor-length mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror.

　　A decent suit, trimmed short hair, a face that is quite attractive even without the stubble, and strong muscles that are temporarily suppressed by the suit, making the suit bulge.

　　”Do I look like a rich kid?” Hamilton asked.

　　”It’s not like that,” Kolev set up his butler robot gloomily, “your eyes are too murderous, Hamilton. There are no signs of wine and sex draining your body between your eyebrows. This will make other young men subconsciously have an impression of you.” Hostility, you need to curb this edge.”

　　Hamilton frowned slightly and kept thinking about this fatal question.

　　Kolev asked: “Do I need to buy new potions?”

　　”I have prepared two years’ worth of it myself,” Hamilton said. “With that conveyor, it is very convenient for me to go to the black market.”

　　Kolev thought for a few minutes: “We need a perfect identity cover. There is going to be unrest there, and smart investors will not invest there.”

　　”The Luofeng Empire was supposed to be very wealthy,” Hamilton explained. “Its first star produced a special composite mineral that could produce core parts for coating machines and protective shields. A steady stream of businessmen came to this composite mineral. It had been exploited for years by the Sherman Empire and had recently become a dumping ground for new Confederate goods, and their royal family was corrupt and incompetent.”

　　”Oh yes!”

　　Kolev immediately thought of something: “Rhodium-5 ring for the diversion tube!”

　　Hamilton smiled and said: “At any time, there are businessmen trying to get a piece of the pie, and so are we. But I suggest, Uncle Hatton, that you invest in building a downstream supporting factory.”

　　”Yes, we don’t have that much capital to shake up the existing market for rhodium-5 rings.”

　　Kolev thought carefully.

　　He suddenly woke up and stared at Hamilton: “No, why should I invest? I work for you, and you still have to pay me a salary!”

　　”This is investment advice,” Hamilton shrugged. “I have limited funds here. If you don’t want to invest there, I will return the one million to you later.”

　　Kolev suddenly beamed.

　　Hamilton smiled and said: “Then I will ask you to borrow three million new federal dollars to invest in building a factory.”

　　”No way! Don’t even think about it!”

　　Kolev held up the civilization stick and shouted: “I am the only one who robs others, no one has ever robbed me! No one!”

　　Then;

　　Half an hour later.

　　Ding dong!

　　Hamilton looked at the successful payment interface on his dial and blinked his right eye at Kolev.

　　Kolev raised his hand to cover his forehead, feeling a little nostalgic for the previous project.

　　The son robot is really good, really.

　　...

　　In line with the principle of saving money, Hamilton bought a regular ticket on Star United Airlines (Galaxy Star United Airlines).

　　But Hamilton also did not expect that the old Kolev had now transformed from a heroic and thrifty pirate leader into an extravagant and extravagant black-hearted capitalist.

　　Old Kolev frowned and looked at the economy class in front of him.

　　Hundreds of passengers were crowded into a narrow area, and the illegal addition of two rows of seats made the aisle appear very narrow, almost requiring one to walk sideways.

　　”What’s wrong, uncle?” Hamilton asked in a clear voice.

　　Kolev turned around and walked towards the flight attendant:

　　”Give me two upgrades ... Yes, upgrade on all three routes, normal business? No, no, no, better ... medium private cabin? Why do I want a private cabin for couples with my nephew? Is there a higher one? Oh, the Royal Palace, that’s it, I’ll pay with you, right?”

　　Hamilton came up with his suitcase and was about to swipe his card when Kolev completed the payment with a swipe of his finger.