Chapter 89: Fifty-Fifty Split

Wu Xingyu’s expression was dark and brooding. He suspected she was mocking his bad luck again—and this time, she had proof.

Yun Qimu grew uneasy under his intense, pitch-black gaze. Her smile stiffened as she suspiciously wiped her cheek. “Is there something dirty on my face?”

Wu Xingyu: “No.”

“Then why are you staring at me? Don’t tell me you have a crush on me.”

“...”

Watching Wu Xingyu’s beautiful face grow gloomier by the second, Yun Qimu cleared her throat and forced a laugh. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop joking. Just tell me—are you interested in forming a trade caravan? From what I can see, you and Mr. Mo are the best candidates for the job.”

Though Wu Xingyu was notoriously unlucky, he was undeniably capable. The future overlord of the stars, known as the most powerful tyrant in the galaxy—such a title wasn’t given lightly.

With him leading the caravan, there was no fear of being robbed halfway. And with his money-loving nature, no one could out-negotiate him, so there was no need to worry about losses.

As for Mo Xie, he’d lived on Exile Star for years and was the lord of Molan City. He had plenty of connections and information, so selling goods would be no problem at all.

Wu Xingyu pressed his lips together, his eyes flickering. He’d come here precisely to discuss this business deal—even if Yun Qimu hadn’t brought it up, he would have.

Now, it seemed they were on the same page.

He replied with a single, aristocratic word: “Alright.”

Yun Qimu immediately brightened and wasted no time, dragging him back to the mission hall. She got straight to the point, “Right now, Earth Village can only export fabric and clothing, but the real money is in fresh vegetables and fruit. Outside Exile Star, a single cabbage can sell for hundreds of spirit coins. Here on Exile Star, I bet we can get even more.”

Wu Xingyu nodded in agreement and offered his resources. “I have energy credits—I can buy land, spirit stones, and greenhouses. I can farm.”

Yun Qimu added, “I have the authority to get you a 10% discount on land. I also have labor to help with the farming. We’ll co-manage the fields and split the profits fifty-fifty.”

Wu Xingyu’s dark eyes narrowed, his brows furrowing slightly. “Seventy-thirty. You thirty, I seventy. Land and greenhouse costs are sky-high. Just offering a discount and labor isn’t enough for an even split.”

Wow, she’s really bold, he thought. No wonder she’s tough to deal with.

Yun Qimu rolled up her sleeves. “Fifty-fifty. I’ll throw in seeds for free and manage the fields for you. All you have to do is handle the trade and sales—the farm work is all on me. I’ll even pay to hire extra hands and buy plant nutrient solution. If you do the math, you’re getting a great deal. No way, fifty-fifty is too much of a loss for me. I think it should be sixty-forty. I get sixty, you get forty.”

Wu Xingyu’s eyes flashed, his frosty face growing even more serious.

“Fifty-fifty. Only because you’re the village chief.”

“Deal!” Yun Qimu’s eyebrows shot up, and she gave him a look that said, “Now you’re talking.”

The two exchanged calm glances, each with their own calculations.

Wu Xingyu thought: I know nothing about farming, and with my bad luck, I could spend a fortune and not grow a single sprout. Having someone handle seeds, planting, and buying nutrients while I just take care of trade and sales? Simple. That’s my specialty.

Yun Qimu thought: With the 10% discount, I make 240,000 spirit coins on every plot of land sold, plus 500,000 for the greenhouse. That means for every plot Wu Xingyu buys, I pocket 740,000 in kickbacks. Two plots is 1.48 million, three plots is 2.22 million—so the real money is in selling land. The fifty-fifty profit split from trading is just steady, long-term income. I’m going to make a killing, hahaha...

Suppressing a triumphant grin, Yun Qimu continued, “As for the clothing business, I have two proposals. First, I can sell you large quantities at the store’s original price. You can resell them at a markup—whatever you earn is yours. Second, I can sell to you at cost price, and we split the profits sixty-forty. I get forty, you get sixty.”

Wu Xingyu leaned against a white jade pillar in the hall, his thick, dark brows slightly furrowed. The red beauty mark beneath his eye seemed to glow even brighter.

After a few seconds of thought, he said, “Let’s hold off on that. I’ll decide after I’ve seen the store’s prices.”

Yun Qimu raised an eyebrow but agreed without objection.

Then, the two decisive people quickly formalized their agreement in a contract.

When it came to the contract processing fee, neither would budge—they split it evenly.

Of course, the spirit coins still ended up in Yun Qimu’s pocket in the end.

Not bad, Yun Qimu thought. She could make a tidy sum just by bringing people in to sign contracts.

Her money-grubbing, entrepreneurial ideas were instantly picked up by the equally money-obsessed main AI, which eagerly encouraged her to sign even more deals.

Thanks to Luke’s introduction, the Tengu tribe quickly became familiar with Earth Village. As night fell, they picked some danmu fruit to fill their stomachs and headed to their assigned cabins.

Their tribe had about two hundred people and a hundred cabins—one per family, with the remaining singles sharing. A hundred cabins were more than enough.

Most people, worried about affording rent, chose to share with others to split the cost, so after everyone was settled, there were still over ten empty cabins left from the hundred Yun Qimu had requested from the main AI.

So Yun Qimu had an idea—she hung up signs and turned them into vacation cabins for rent.

Three spirit coins per night.

That was as much as a villager’s rent for three months!

The Tengu people saw the signs and slapped their thighs in delight. Moving the whole tribe to Earth Village was the best decision ever!

“Hurry, Cook, let’s take this cabin—it’s closest to the mission hall and the potion workshop!”

Aunt Meifang hoisted her family’s belongings and strode ahead, calling for her husband and son to catch up.

“Got it, we’re coming!” Cook grinned as he hurried to their new home.

Even Hawey, who’d been feeling down, couldn’t hide his excitement and broke into a wide smile.

The family of three entered the cabin, taking it all in.

“Wow, there’s even a long table and benches, and look at the floor—way better than our old concrete!”

Aunt Meifang stomped on the floor, making a solid thumping sound with no cracks in sight. Her face blossomed with joy.

Back in the tribe’s mud houses, their concrete floor had been unique—only the chief’s house had one too, and Aunt Meifang had loved it. But compared to this sturdy, clean wooden floor, it didn’t even come close.

She immediately showered the place with praise, not holding back in the slightest."