After Waking Up I Inherited the Earth [Interstellar] – CH30

Chapter 30

“It’s Professor Allison and Professor Ni Kunqi—good morning to you both.”

Hou Wenbo was the first to recover. He smiled, looking as gentle and composed as ever as he greeted the two professors.

With his greeting as a cue, the other three men immediately reined in their expressions and put on faces of calm ease, as if nothing had happened.

What a perfect display of “calm.”

Ni Kunqi and Allison felt even more disgusted watching them.

When it came to putting on an act, the two women—who had spent most of their lives in the academy’s ivory tower—couldn’t compare to these four men.

The professors’ faces were icy, but the men behaved as if they didn’t see it at all.

They stepped forward warmly to chat, showering Ni Kunqi and Allison with affectionate compliments. One of them—surname Wen—even tried to steer the conversation back toward “cooperation.”

Should they say: as expected of businessmen?

Their skins were so thick that Ni Kunqi and Allison almost wondered if they’d hallucinated what they’d just heard.

“No need. Today is the graduation ceremony. We can discuss business another time,” Ni Kunqi said coldly, cutting him off.

Then she grabbed Allison and left the tree-lined path without looking back.

She had to tell Xingchen about this—immediately.

“Hou—Young Master Hou. Looks like those two old women heard what we were saying.”

Hua Yanqing’s face was ashen, his eyes full of regret.

Those two women didn’t matter.

What mattered was the new plant nutrient formula in their hands.

Today, his main goal had been recruiting planters, but his father had sent him with another important mission too—

obtain exclusive operating rights to that new nutrient solution.

Of course, he couldn’t tell the other three about that.

It was their own fault for being careless.

“Complaining won’t help. Prepare early,” Hou Wenbo said.

He didn’t elaborate, but the four of them understood each other perfectly.

As soon as he spoke, each of them went off to contact their own people.

As heirs to planet owners, they had—thanks to their families—access to networks and resources ordinary people could never reach. Some had even successfully joined a private planet-owner contact group shortly after coming of age.

This group wasn’t like the official “Planet Owner” panel that came with your comm device and had to be unlocked through the Planet Trade Center.

This private group allowed not only planet owners, but also planet heirs and key executives managing planetary trade.

Hua Yanqing and the others had entered as heirs. Inside, they gained resources most people would never see—so much so that even at their young age, they held important positions in associations like the Plant Association and the Planters’ Association.

So when they talked about blocking Xie Xingchen from entering the Plant Association—

They weren’t just talking.

After everyone made their calls, the four exchanged smiles.

“A good teacher always has to bow her head for her student.”

They might not dare try this with just anyone.

But someone like Ni Kunqi—emotional, straightforward—was manageable.

“Someone wants to block me from entering the Plant Association? And they won’t let me into the private planet-owner group either?”

When he heard that, Xie Xingchen just stared, dumbfounded.

Honestly, he’d never even wanted to join the Plant Association.

He’d looked it up before—full of messy internal politics.

Sure, there were official supports like tax reductions and such, but it was so smoky and filthy inside that Xie Xingchen felt: paying a little more tax is fine, thanks.

As for those planet trade fairs, exchange conferences, and whatever else… he didn’t care even more.

Right now, he couldn’t even fully open up production with the Earth Trading House orders he already had, so… what was the point of attending trade fairs? Just to envy other people?

And as for the future?

He’d deal with it later.

Anyway, they were just heirs. They weren’t planet owners yet. Could the “favor” of a few spoiled young masters really compare to hard, tangible profit?

In business, real profit beat empty connections every time.

Xie Xingchen said calmly, “Teacher, don’t worry about it. I truly don’t care at all.”

Right now, the only thing on his mind was lighting up the encyclopedia.

And only recently had he realized: once you lit up the encyclopedia, this world turned mystical.

Before, his jasmine was white, carnations were pink, osmanthus was yellow, and lavender was purple.

But now?

Not anymore.

The flowers he’d harvested recently had mutated.

The colors in his fields were becoming wildly diverse.

Jasmine, osmanthus, and lavender didn’t change much—only two new colors each.

But carnations and roses?

Two words: insane.

Their colors were practically rainbow-level, and the evolution path was unbelievably OP—carnations all turned soft, sweet pastel shades, while roses became more and more dazzling.

When he checked the field yesterday…

Even blue enchantress roses had appeared.

Xie Xingchen: O.O
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Because of this—and because he couldn’t afford system-bought robots—Xie Xingchen had no choice but to buy a bunch of regular planting robots from the StarNet Marketplace to help expand the fields.

Ni Kunqi shot him an irritated look, but seeing that his expression truly didn’t change at all, she couldn’t help feeling relieved.

She asked, knowingly, “You really don’t want to join the Plant Association?”

Xie Xingchen smiled and corrected her: “No. You’re wrong. It should be called the Price-Gouging Association.”

Ni Kunqi burst out laughing.

Price-Gouging Association? That was painfully accurate.

Seeing her laugh so hard, Xie Xingchen shrugged innocently. “I don’t think that name is wrong?”

Ni Kunqi: “…”

Not only was it not wrong—it was vivid and perfect.

Wasn’t the Plant Association exactly that?

A high-grade plant selling for 1,000 star coins?

Sure, compared to decades ago, prices had dropped a lot—but back then, cultivation costs were huge.

Selling for 10,000 star coins back then was already a “kind” price.

But now?

Seeds had been improved generation after generation. The hardest part—breeding—was no longer so hard. Many planters openly shared cultivation tricks. Botanists developed more and more effective nutrient solutions and growth solutions.

All these factors combined made cultivation far easier than it was decades ago.

Yes, high-grade plants were still rare—but for plants with only 1%–2% green-matter content, was 1,000–2,000 star coins really reasonable?

No amount of marketing could change the fact that, in professionals’ eyes, 1%–2% green-matter plants were low-grade.

Otherwise, why would First Academy and other decent schools require students to cultivate plants with 5% green-matter content while still enrolled?

Even if it was just one plant over four years, it still counted—because 1%–2% really was that “low-end.”

As Ni Kunqi muttered on, Xie Xingchen wasn’t surprised.

Most of the time, the world ran on one rule:

Your position determines your thinking.

Many people knew their behavior wasn’t sustainable and wasn’t good for society, but because they sat in that seat—because they were profiting, because they wanted to keep profiting—they inevitably proposed “solutions” that only protected their own class.

Were they really stupid as pigs, unable to see something so obvious?

Of course not.

It was just mutual interest protection.

For most people, other people’s interests would never matter more than their own.

Even those dragon-slaying youths who once fought bravely, who carried everyone’s hopes—once they succeed, they might immediately become the next dragon.

Sometimes, an even worse one.

Ni Kunqi tapped her finger lightly against the table, thoughtful. “That’s an interesting way to put it.”

Xie Xingchen smiled. “So I can’t be bothered to get involved.”

Ni Kunqi nodded. “Fine. If you don’t want to, then don’t. The Plant Association isn’t that important anyway. As for that private planet-owner contact group, it matters even less—it’s mostly for ‘next generation’ networking. If you really want to join one, you’re better off joining the official planet-owner contact group through the Planet Owner panel.”

Xie Xingchen nodded, taking the advice.

Then Ni Kunqi’s tone shifted.

“Right. Allison and I developed a new plant nutrient solution. The patent’s already filed. In a couple days, I’ll send you some trial packs. If it works well, remember to support your teachers, okay?”

Xie Xingchen laughed. “Teacher, you’re the one supporting me. Business is business—don’t call it a trial pack. Tell me the price and I’ll buy it.”

Ni Kunqi glared at him, displeased. “Buy? Why would you need to buy? I’m giving it to you. Take it.”

Xie Xingchen pushed back. “But when I sent you things before, you still paid me. If you don’t take my money now, that’s double standards.”

“Double standards”—the moment he said it, Ni Kunqi was both annoyed and amused, but she still insisted:

“You—you stubborn brat. I’m not saying I’ll never pay you. This time it’s for testing—real testing. Even though the patent is approved, before mass production we still need more test data from outside users. The chances of problems are low, but it’s part of the industry process. So we do it properly.”

“Normally I’d find an estate lord,” she continued, “but now you’re a planet owner. Why would I go find an estate lord when I’ve got you?”

Alright—Xie Xingchen was convinced.

He accepted the experimental nutrient solution from Ni Kunqi and Professor Allison and promised to keep detailed management records, then send the results back to them.

Ni Kunqi was delighted, nodding repeatedly.

“Good. It’s settled then. I’ll tell Allison to send you more of the new nutrient solution, so you can gather more records for us.”

She spoke quickly, then ended the call—leaving Xie Xingchen making a helpless “wait!” gesture while laughing.

Fine. Then he’d just make the records extra detailed.

He didn’t care about classmates who slandered him. He didn’t care about competitors trying to block him from the Plant Association.

Right now, he cared about only one thing:

What would the game shop refresh tonight?

Just like the miserable fans camping Earth Trading House every day to fight for flowers, Xie Xingchen had also been camping the refresh daily recently.

With five minutes left before midnight, he was already on the game shop page, unable to wait.

He washed his hands again and again with fragrant hand soap, seriously, meticulously. After washing, he took a deep breath and clasped his hands as if praying.

Then, as the countdown hit ten seconds, he followed the system’s countdown—and at the final second, he decisively slammed the refresh.

The page flickered. The items stabilized.

It appeared—

A food machine!

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A Scallion Oil Mixed Noodles Maker!

Superstition worked!

Without hesitation, he spent ten million in turnover and bought it on the spot.

[Name: Scallion Oil Mixed Noodles Maker]
Output: Scallion Oil Mixed Noodles (Good)
Effect: Removes dark matter (weak)
Efficiency: 1,000 servings / 24 hours

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