My basement connects to another world.

Chapter 63 Factory Purchase

After emerging from the tree hole of Aoba, Jiang Yuan headed towards the central giant tree.

Ug's tree hole is on the top floor, the one with the white animal skin hanging on it.

When the curtain was lifted, Ug was sitting behind a low table, holding a ceramic cup in his hand.

Jiang Yuan smelled the sweetness of plum wine.

The chieftain had probably just returned from outside; he was still wearing his leather armor and had a relaxed expression on his face.

"What are you doing here? Shilu isn't here." Ug looked wary.

"————" Jiang Yuan asked, "Where did Xilu go?"

"With the increase in monsters outside the tribe, she volunteered to join the patrols, making it difficult for me, her father, to even see her."

Hilu just broke through to the third tier and probably wants to contribute more to the tribe—Jiang Yuan nodded silently, sat down opposite her at the low table, and said, "Is the situation that bad?"

Ug said, "No, it wasn't that. The pressure was initially immense, but the White Mane Clan moved to our vicinity and formed a tacit understanding, which greatly reduced the pressure. There weren't many casualties. Just some minor injuries."

"Hilu just doesn't want to see any of her people get hurt."

Jiang Yuan listened to him, a thought suddenly occurring to him. "Do you think it's possible to tame those magical beasts, like the one with the white mane?"

Jiang Yuan pictured a cat-eared tribesman riding a white-haired figure.

Is this Cat Knight?

Ug paused, his hand holding the ceramic cup tightening slightly, his grey-blue eyes narrowing slightly. "You mean?"

He must have had this idea.

"A cat-eared warrior paired with a white-maned mount is enough to fight against high-level magical beasts," Jiang Yuan said. "Now that winter is getting deeper, more and more magical beasts will come out. Relying solely on patrol teams on foot will eventually be insufficient to handle them all."

Ug shook his head: "But the White-Maned Beast won't agree."

"No, I might agree, as long as they provide enough food," Jiang Yuan said.

Ug was silent for a while, then said, "The idea is good. But rice won't work; they like to eat meat. Do you know how much a white-maned beast eats in a day?"

He raised his finger and gestured, "A single meal can devour half an adult horned sheep. An ordinary white-haired sheep eats nearly twenty pounds of raw meat per meal, twice a day. Even if you can reduce it to one meal a day, more than a hundred white-haired sheep would still yield four to five thousand pounds of meat a day."

This meal is equivalent to eating three or four tigers—Jiang Yuan quickly did the math in his mind.

To be conservative, if we calculate it as seven or eight thousand catties a day, it would cost hundreds of thousands in a week.

Seeing that he remained silent, Ug sighed, knowing that he had given up. "Even if White Mane is willing to cooperate with us, where will we get the meat? There aren't many prey to hunt in Moondwelling Valley to begin with, and not every high-level magical beast in the forest is edible."

"I'll figure out the meat problem," Jiang Yuan said.

Ug glanced at him, as if he wanted to say something, but then swallowed his words.

Could this human be able to produce meat using divine magic?

Every time this human says "I'll figure something out," they actually manage to produce something very quickly.

Rice was like this, wine was like this, and now it's meat—he found himself starting to habitually believe it.

"Then let's talk after you bring out the meat." Ug picked up a bag and handed it to him. Then he picked up the ceramic cup and poured the last mouthful of plum wine into his mouth.

Jiang Yuan took it; inside were three fourth-tier magic cores.

Ug said, "The Winter Mutation isn't all bad. Fourth-tier magical beasts are starting to emerge from the forest. Once they come out, it's much easier than hunting them down in the forest, and we've also replenished our fourth-tier magical cores."

Jiang Yuan nodded.

The second floor of the tea restaurant from last time.

Jiang Yuan climbed the stairs.

Wang Xueqing was already sitting in the booth waiting. When he saw him come upstairs, he stood up and waved to him with eager anticipation on his face.

"Mr. Jiang." He spoke before Jiang Yuan could even sit down.

Jiang Yuan sat down opposite him, without exchanging pleasantries, and directly took out a brown paper package from his canvas bag, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.

Wang Xueqing took it and almost impatiently tore open the paper package.

Inside was a dark green ointment, its color uniform. He picked it up and brought it close to his nose; the herbal smell made his eyes squint.

Jiang Yuan said, "Enough for 500 packs."

Without wasting words, Wang Xueqing took out his phone and confirmed with his fingerprint.

A few seconds later, Jiang Yuan's phone vibrated—three million had been deposited into his account.

"It's a pleasure to work with you." Wang Xueqing extended his hand to him.

Jiang Yuan shook hands with him, then turned and went downstairs.

After leaving the tea restaurant, Jiang Yuan hailed a taxi and headed straight for the nearby town of Dawang.

After leaving the Frostclaw tribe yesterday, he selected three grain processing plants and made two phone calls to schedule factory visits.

Upon arrival, after visiting both companies, they ultimately decided on the integrated processing plant.

They produced both rice and flour, with a daily output of about ten tons. The original owner was eager to cash out, so he lowered the price from over 400 million to over 260 million, and sold the equipment and inventory together.

Upon arriving at the factory, Jiang Yuan confirmed that there were no problems and then signed the document.

The legal representative change and property transfer were all handled by the intermediary.

They then returned to their old house from Dawang Town.

It was past noon.

Two small trucks were parked at the entrance of the hospital; the workers who had been scheduled had already arrived.

He had already started preparing for the renovation after Wang Xueqing's last visit to the old house.

Several groups of people started work at the same time in one afternoon.

Jiangyuan added money and started construction overnight.

The door installer removed the three old doors and replaced them with dark gray Class A security doors, and the door frames were re-cemented.

The security technicians laid cables along the courtyard wall and eaves, with sixteen cameras covering all accessible routes around the old house. The main unit was hidden behind a five-drawer chest in the main room, and the cables were neatly secured with white cable trays.

The furniture store's truck arrived shortly afterward, carrying out old wooden plank beds and broken square tables, and bringing in new beds, desks, sofas, and coffee tables one by one.

The curtain installers carried the tracks and dark gray blackout curtains, measuring, drilling holes, and installing the tracks with practiced ease, quickly covering several windows completely.

They worked for more than 20 hours straight.

A day later, the last group of workers left.

The courtyard gate closed, and the old house fell silent.

Jiang Yuan stood in the middle of the main room and scanned the room.

The wall is still the same rough stone wall, but it looks much more vibrant after the new doors and windows were installed.

Dark gray blackout curtains hung from the beams to the ground, making the room as dark as midnight when drawn.

The newly replaced solid wood bed is covered with gray bedding. A desk, an ergonomic chair, and several large screens are placed near the window.

The screen is densely packed with surveillance footage, showing the entire exterior of the old house without any blind spots.

A refrigerator and microwave were added to the kitchen, and the back door was replaced with a new one.

He sat down on the sofa and did some calculations.

The renovation cost a little over 100,000, and the factory acquisition cost over 2.6 million. The three million was gone before I even had a chance to enjoy it.

The remaining money needs to be kept as working capital for the grain mill – purchasing rice, hiring workers, and setting up production lines are all expenses.

Fortunately, the original team from the original factory was still there, so he hardly had to worry about anything.

However, the money was well spent; having its own processing plant made it easier to supply food to the other world.