As soon as Feng Jun landed, he quickly put away the two items; the Xuanhuang energy and the Nascent Soul Centipede couldn’t be handled by the Mortal Realm.

As it was still nighttime, he did not intentionally disturb others but instead turned on a lamp and started to write and draw with paper and pen.

This time, coming back, he really planned to stay for a longer period. Not to mention anything else, just the guardian kind of Big Boss seriously suggested he spend a year on Earth, indicating some serious matters were beyond his expectations.

Feng Jun didn’t quite understand what the problem was, but he couldn’t help but wonder: what does the mantis corpse signify?

However, being able to stay peacefully in the Earth Realm for a year, he believed, would be beneficial to himself. During this time, his random running around and killings likely had some not-so-good impact on his psychic state.

He was definitely without conscience when killing the Insect Race, even allowing his mind to be clear, but the act of killing itself tends to amplify the negative emotions in a cultivator’s heart. If not handled properly, it could become a hidden danger in his future cultivation path.

When he turned on the light, someone came over—it was Yang Yuxin and Zhong Lijing. Upon seeing him, they greeted excitedly, "Is this... back again?"

"Yes, back again," Feng Jun replied without raising his head, writing and drawing while releasing two insect corpses, "These are the little grasshoppers I brought back from the Insect World, they taste really good, Qi Refinement Realm level."

Zhong Lijing, though young, was even braver than Yang Yuxin, and she stepped forward to look, hastily covering her mouth, "You call this a little grasshopper? This one must weigh at least over a hundred pounds, right?"

"Insect World, you know," Feng Jun raised his head, took out a cigarette, lit it, and fetched a few bottles of beer, "Quickly find someone to tidy up, if someone sees it tomorrow, it won’t be good."

"See what?" Zhang Caixin blinked and flashed over. She was originally cultivating in the backyard, struggling to break through the Dust-ashing Realm, and didn’t particularly care for the news of Feng Jun’s return.

But the less she cared, the more she had to pay attention. When she heard something about being careful of being seen, she couldn’t resist.

After coming over and taking a look, she felt nauseous, wanting to vomit, "This insect... can be eaten?"

"Insect?" Hua Hua’s figure shot over like lightning, it had just finished busying with matters at the Cancer Care Center...

Feng Jun’s return made Luohua lively again. Late at night, everyone started to prepare the food.

The next day, a light rain fell, and Beauty Lin came to see Feng Jun.

She didn’t expect to actually meet him, but surprisingly Feng Jun came out and invited her to the pavilion by Pump No. 1. "Chief Lin, indeed, has sharp eyes and ears. What brings you here this time?"

It was already early spring, Zhengyang’s forsythias were blooming, but due to the drizzling rain and the slight cold of early spring, Beauty Lin wore hotpants, exposing her long legs, full of heroic spirit, "I want to ask, what kind of battery was that last time?"

Not afraid of getting arthritis? Feng Jun sarcastically thought to himself, then solemnly answered, "That’s a natural creation, not artificially synthesized... at least not easily synthesized, I showed it to you for reference, as a contribution to the nation."

"But the problem is, it’s really hard to reference," Beauty Lin sighed quietly.

This was something she handed in, performance and such certainly counted for her, and logically with her qualifications and job content, there was no chance to access subsequent research news. Yet she was included in the list qualified to know.

But being qualified to know meant having the obligation to provide more help, rights and obligations are always relative.

So she was sent over to ask Feng Jun what exactly it was all about.

Now she was asking, "If it’s a natural creation, could I trouble President Feng to explain the natural environment in which it was formed?"

Feng Jun shook his head and answered very frankly, "I’m really sorry about that; I don’t know how it was formed."

Beauty Lin certainly wouldn’t believe he truly didn’t know, but since he didn’t want to say, she couldn’t force him, so she asked again, "We’re planning to do some traceability research and might destroy the actual object, do you have any more?"

Feng Jun indeed had the Yunlei Stone, not much to say, but he had over ten pieces, so he took out three more, "This is all, I only provide experimental items—don’t come to me for actual application shortfall, I will be impatient."

Beauty Lin originally had the intention to pester him—you can take out three, surely you can take out thirteen.

But upon hearing his warning, she decisively chose to give up this idea, instead indirectly inquiring, "Is it absolutely impossible to artificially synthesize like gold?"

This topic is exactly what I wanted to talk about! Feng Jun came out to meet her, just about to raise this topic, so he smiled, "So you also understand gold?"

"Of course," Beauty Lin answered without hesitation, "I also know you have gold, possibly six to seven thousand tons."

She didn’t have the exact numbers, but they’ve been profiling Feng Jun for a long time. From his everyday behavior and various remarks, they could roughly deduce quite a bit of information.

In fact, regarding the quantity of gold Feng Jun has, six to seven thousand tons is merely the "high probability" guess. Some even analyze that the amount may be nearing ten thousand tons — even the possibility of exceeding ten thousand tons exists.

But that would really just be speculation. Beauty Lin wouldn’t mention such extreme numbers as saying them might anger Feng Jun, which would serve no purpose.

Feng Jun blinked and spoke solemnly, "Actually, the absolute amount of gold contained in the Earth’s crust is not small. It’s just that the cost of refining it is too high, which makes it somewhat uneconomical. Do you know this theory?"

"I know," Beauty Lin nodded. Not only does she know this theory, she has discussed it with others. The reason why people don’t believe Feng Jun possesses over ten thousand tons of gold is also because of this theory.

The total amount of gold in the crust isn’t small, yet the concentrated locations of gold are limited.

So, Feng Jun having several thousand tons of gold is still within people’s imagination, but beyond ten thousand tons... how is that possible?

She understood this quite well, but considering that Feng Jun is a busy person, he wouldn’t come to chat idly. So she brightened up sharply, "Do you have more gold?"

"I got a little more recently," Feng Jun responded solemnly, then lit up a cigarette and gazed dazedly at the rain mist outside the pavilion, "Mai Nation does a lot to maintain the dominance of Mai Yuan, stirring up trouble against Huaxia. It’s rather annoying..."

Beauty Lin quietly swallowed, nodded silently, her eyes fixed on him, not daring to breathe, yet her heart was pounding uncontrollably — What are you trying to say?

Feng Jun paused for a moment, then continued speaking softly to himself, "I studied business management, so I’m only half-knowledgeable about economics, but I can confirm one thing: gold is scarce and irreplaceable; it’s a natural currency."

Beauty Lin felt her heart almost jump to her throat.

"Mai Yuan was originally based on the gold standard, linked to gold," Feng Jun continued quietly.

"But later, the growth rate of wealth exceeded the rate of gold mining, along with some other reasons... Mai Yuan had to give up being linked to gold, opting for oil, which led to the collapse of the Bretton Woods System."

"So, can oil really replace gold? That’s impossible. Oil is merely energy and chemical raw materials... Speaking of crude oil, I also have a bit of confidence."

"Alright, I won’t keep you in suspense. I have a batch of gold in my hands and I’m willing to donate it to the country to promote the gold standard for Huaxia currency, to move away from Mai Yuan... I hope you can relay this upwards, ask if they have any interest."

Beauty Lin felt her heartbeat could be heard ten miles away, she took several deep breaths to calm herself, yet her voice still trembled, "What do you mean by ’donate to the country’?"

"It’s literal, a gratuitous donation," Feng Jun replied leisurely without mocking her loss of composure — in the face of such big matters, not losing composure would be abnormal, right? "Gold is just a rare metal to me."

I know, even Ma Daxia said he doesn’t like money! Beauty Lin secretly bit her tongue, then asked out loud, "Do you have any personal demands for donating a large amount of gold?"

She didn’t inquire about how much gold there was, but she wanted to understand his needs first — this person’s items are not easy to take!

In fact, she also believed that since Feng Jun spoke up, the amount of gold must be astronomical — he’s already planning to use gold for currency standardization, could the amount of gold possibly be small?

"Personal demands? There really aren’t any," Feng Jun shook his head calmly, "I’m not versed in the game between countries, nor do I have the qualification to comment. I just want to serve my country, to contribute my modest effort."

Is this called "modest effort"? Are you really a Chinese language graduate? Beauty Lin’s lips twitched fiercely, "I will report your intentions and ensure they fully respect your opinion and suggestions... By the way, how much gold can you provide as the standard currency?"

Asking about the quantity at this point is a more prudent action.