Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"No, no, no, it's really my fault for not keeping an eye on my dog," Fang Jueyu hadn't anticipated the flood of thoughts that just flashed through Natu's mind, "Give me an account number, I'll transfer the compensation to you, otherwise I won't feel at ease."

"What a strange person," In ordinary situations, people with such impressive backgrounds tend to have terrible tempers. A single disagreement might lead their elders to dispatch a fleet or a group of martial artists to destroy a planet, but Fang Jueyu didn't seem to have such a temper.

"He must come from a very extraordinary family," Natu speculated. Only those from families at the pinnacle would raise such well-mannered descendants; otherwise, they'd just be upstarts in the cosmos, making Natu's opinion of Fang Jueyu rise even higher.

"How about this, brother? Forget the compensation, just give me the cleaning fee for the clothes and the spaceship," Natu, being quite astute, managed to save face for Fang Jueyu while lowering his own stance.

Natu recited a string of numbers, which was his Cosmic Bank account. Of course, he didn't actually have the qualifications for a personal account; it was attached to his father's account.

"Alright, check your account, and we're square," Fang Jueyu couldn't help but give his dog another kick. If it kept behaving recklessly, who knows how much trouble it would cause for him in this Morale civilization.

"One billion cosmic coins?!"

Natu was shocked. His clothes cost only two million cosmic coins, at most, and the cleaning fee couldn't possibly exceed tens of thousands of cosmic coins. While this would be an expense for centuries for an average cosmic family, it didn't mean much to him.

As for his spaceship, the dog just peed and pooped on it, so a partial clean would suffice. It wasn't a significant issue, and Natu only asked for a token amount mostly just for formality.

But the ten billion cosmic coins that crashed into his account made Natu's head buzz.

His father, being the ruler of a third-level civilization, possessed countless planets, but he had quite a few sons.

Natu's father was truly a martial artist at the Controller level. A Hidden Elementer could live for hundreds of years, a Source Energy User for thousands, a Divine Ability User for thousands more, and a Controller could have lifespans reaching into the hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of years!

With such a long life, having tens of thousands of children is not surprising, and Natu was ranked in the thousands in his generation in his family.

But a third-level civilization covers an entire star sector, thousands of star systems, and billions of civilized planets. When Natu reached adulthood, his father gifted him a hundred first-level civilized planets as his coming-of-age present.

On a planet with a population of ten billion, it could generate around one hundred trillion of that planet's universal currency annually. According to taxation and the exchange rate between first-level civilized planet currency and cosmic coins, one hundred planets would bring in only tens of billions of cosmic coins per year.

Of course, buying that spaceship worth several billion cosmic coins wasn't with his own money; his father paid for it. But even in a third-level civilization, such income was considered exceptionally high among the younger generation.

But for just a cleaning fee, Fang Jueyu transferred ten billion cosmic coins to him? Could there be anything more outrageous?

"What's wrong, not enough?" Fang Jueyu noticed Natu's expression and thought the money wasn't sufficient. "If it's not enough, I can transfer more to you?"

"That's way too much, there's no need for so much!" Natu suddenly had the urge to punch Fang Jueyu. Was this some kind of display of wealth?

But Fang Jueyu didn't have such thoughts!

He honestly didn't know how much he should compensate.

Since compensation was necessary, naturally an appropriate attitude should accompany it. Since the other party didn't want him to buy the ship as compensation, paying for one spaceship maintenance wasn't asking too much, right?

Calculating based on the car maintenance costs on Earth, a car worth tens of thousands would cost around a thousand or two for a major service, about one percent of the car's value.

By that calculation, if Natu's spaceship was worth several billion cosmic coins, then ten billion would be about right for a minor maintenance, right?

If Natu knew Fang Jueyu's calculation logic, he'd definitely faint from frustration.

Could a cosmic spaceship really be compared to an ordinary car?

Indeed, the maintenance cost for a cosmic spaceship was relatively high, but a spaceship worth several billion cosmic coins would have maintenance costs just several million cosmic coins.

Moreover, spaceships were far more durable than cars. On Earth, a car lasting some ten years is already good, but spaceships can run for hundreds of thousands of years without serious issues.

As for maintenance frequency, once every few hundred years is more than enough!

But even for the top-tier sports cars, has anyone heard of taking them in for maintenance over a little urine and poop? Just washing the exterior should do, even for spaceships tens of meters long, costing hundreds or at most thousands of cosmic coins for a cleaning.

"Isn't it necessary to spend this much?" Fang Jueyu questioned, "On our planet, that's about the going rate; are other planets so cheap?"

Natu's expression froze. What kind of godly place was this Earth Fang Jueyu mentioned? Does it really cost ten billion cosmic coins to wash a spaceship? Even top-tier civilizations wouldn't be this extravagant!

Unbeknownst to Fang Jueyu, in this chubby alien's mind, his image became unbelievably grand, and their tiny Earth, which struggled to reach even the first-level civilization status, morphed into a super planet rivaling top-tier civilizations.

"Take it, if you don't, I won't be able to sleep tonight," Fang Jueyu joked.

"Well...all right then." After some inner conflict, Natu accepted the money. Ten billion cosmic coins, that was equivalent to his yearly income, so saying he wasn't moved would definitely be a lie!

"Brother, this spaceship of yours must have cost a fortune?" Natu's gaze returned to the Silver Winged Demon. Such a ship is the center of attention no matter where it is, but even the basic versions are prices beyond Natu's capability. "Yeah, it cost quite a bit," Fang Jueyu nodded.

"Can I have a look?"

"Of course." Fang Jueyu felt fond of this straightforward fat guy, after all, he was the first acquaintance Fang made after arriving in an alien civilization.

"Wow, a KP-907 super-light-speed engine, just this engine alone could buy ten ships like mine," Natu praised unendingly, clearly a connoisseur in the field.

"A complete top configuration, fourth-tier Star Annihilation Cannon, although it's a private spaceship, its combat power rivals fourth-level battlecruisers. I remember this setup costs close to two hundred trillion cosmic coins, right?"

"You've got a discerning eye," Fang Jueyu laughed. If it were him, he wouldn't recognize a thing.

"Hahaha, not to brag, but there are few famous private ships or components in the universe I'm not familiar with!" Natu boasted proudly, "But I don't seem to recognize the material of your ship, it's not from any standard package, is it?"

"Right, I had Airbird Company replace all the exterior materials with Kamna Tungsten."

"No wonder, wait!" Natu suddenly noticed something different, "Is this... pure Kamna Tungsten?"

"Yeah, for safety's sake, I used 100% Kamna Tungsten," Fang Jueyu confirmed.

Natu turned, his gaze suddenly showing a bit of fear, "Are your family owners of banks?"

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