Super Spender-Chapter 634 - 628 - It’s Just Too Much Money

Chapter 634: Chapter 628 – It’s Just Too Much Money

“Actually, there’s no big deal, Mr. Lewis. I suppose you might not be very clear about your current situation,” said John Jenkins after some thought.

“I’m all ears,” Finn Lewis made a listening gesture.

“Actually, it’s nothing special. You probably come to the Death Star Zone for the first time and have never been here before. But after coming here, you will find that it’s not like outside. Although there are rules here, they are quite chaotic. Although strength is all that matters here, if you don’t have enough power, you will attract endless troubles,” John Jenkins burst into laughter, a smile appeared on his face, and he spoke while looking at Finn Lewis.

“Before I came, I got the news that all the big and small mercenary groups in the Death Star Zone knew that a rich person has come to the Death Star, and he is not an ordinary wealthy man. Most importantly, he only has two guards around him,” said John Jenkins observing Finn Lewis carefully.

However, John Jenkins soon felt disappointed when he didn’t see any reaction he had expected on Finn Lewis’s face. But it was normal. If he could see such a reaction, that would have been a bit unusual. Although John Jenkins doesn’t know Finn Lewis and he hasn’t found out about Finn Lewis’s background yet.

But in some way, Finn Lewis seemed to be a person from a primitive planet. However, as soon as John Jenkins started collecting this information, they quickly dismissed the idea. What a joke it would be if a person from a primitive planet got hold of star credits?

Do you think he got lucky and found star credits on the primitive planet? If that was the case, they might as well kill themselves. Even the Blackwater Sect could only control a very limited amount of star credits.

As for the clothes that Finn Lewis was wearing, John Jenkins paid no mind. Maybe people have a special hobby. There are many peculiar habits of the rich, and John Jenkins wasn’t surprised anymore. So, Finn Lewis probably didn’t come from a primitive planet. If not, was he a noble or a royal family? Royal families are rare, but nobles, there are too many of them.

“So you’re saying that many people are plotting against me, hoping to make quick money from me?” Finn Lewis asked with a smile.

“Well, of course, these people have smart plans. But Mr. Lewis, you don’t need to worry now that you’re staying here. We will protect your safety. You don’t need to worry about this. But this time, I want to know if I can have the honor of knowing what your purpose is coming to the Death Star Zone. If there is anything I can help with, I think the Blackwater Sect can help,” John Jenkins said looking at Finn Lewis.

“Um, actually, I have many objectives,” thought Finn Lewis, finding it hard to buy weapons from regular channels. It was easy to buy ordinary things, but it was definitely not easy for some strictly controlled materials. Everyone knows the situation in the Federation, which is made up of territories controlled by various families.

To put it bluntly, it’s a federation made up of various countries. You can only buy from one of these families. However, if Finn Lewis inherited his position, everyone would want a piece of him. That’s because there’s a weird law in the Galactic Federation. If there’s a conflict between two families, they can apply for a war between families to resolve the conflict. Otherwise, how do you think so many royals and nobles disappeared?

“I think I can help wherever I can,” said John Jenkins with a smirk.

“Well, first of all, I’m not short of money,” said Finn Lewis after some thought.

John Jenkins’s cheerful face suddenly stiffened. Damn it, of course, I know you’re not short of money. Only someone as odd as you would flaunt your wealth in the Death Star Zone. Isn’t this like displaying a piece of fresh meat among a group of hungry wolves?

“But I lack many supplies. I just inherited a star zone. Although the population of my star zone is limited, I need to achieve certain results within a certain period of time. At least, I need to develop technology to a certain extent and withstand a certain amount of pressure. And this planet is, as you said, a primitive planet, and the clothes I’m wearing are from there,” said Finn Lewis after some consideration.

John Jenkins’s eyes gleamed. He quickly asked, “I hope you don’t mind me asking. May I know approximately how many people live in the star zone that you inherited?”

“About 100 billion,” said Finn Lewis, estimating a bit higher. It could reach this number in the future if all the insect species are included. But it might be hard to reach this number in the beginning. However, the current population on Earth is about 7 billion, which is already impressive.

John Jenkins’s eyes lit up even more. This was a significant number. Although the population seemed more abundant here due to special circumstances, some medium and small-sized noble families only had this number of people. And now this was just one of the places that Finn Lewis had inherited.

How many supplies would a star zone of this population need to develop? John Jenkins knew that the number was terrifying. And Finn Lewis appearing here meant that Finn Lewis certainly wanted to purchase from them.

Although John Jenkins didn’t know why Finn Lewis didn’t go to the official websites to buy and instead came to the Death Star Zone, it was never a concern of the organizations in the Death Star Zone. What they cared about was how much profit they could make. As long as there was enough profit, they didn’t care who they sold it to, where they sold it, or what they sold.

These details were not important to them, and federal law wouldn’t interfere here.

“Mr. Lewis, if you want to develop the technological level of such a star system, the amount of supplies you need must be terrifying. This is not something that ordinary medium and small powers can provide. But we can supply them. If Mr. Lewis pays in star credits, I can even offer you an unimaginably low discount,” said John Jenkins decisively.

“Well, you can rest assured, Mr. Jenkins. Whatever I lack, it’s not money. And I have no interest in currencies like black coins. I’m only interested in one thing, and that’s star credits,” Finn Lewis chuckled.”