Chapter 509: Trom, a Rising Star

In the direction of Anderson's advance, the edge of the void ocean current.

Under the influence of the violent void turbulence, the gorgeous light bands formed by the rapid collision of various particles appear and disappear from time to time.

Behind the magnificent scene, there is an extremely harsh environment.

Even ordinary void creatures rarely choose to stay here for a long time.

The void is so big that it is not difficult to find a more comfortable place. Why bother yourself?

However, in the eyes of brainworm farmers, similar areas are often like treasure pots.

A large number of fragments of the divine domain, like floating meteorites, flow down the river continuously and gradually converge into a resource-rich area.

In the past, brainworms that came here to develop only needed to circle a large enough territory, occupy a good enough position, and have a strong enough fist.

Just salvaging and intercepting resources can make a lot of money.

Unfortunately, such a good thing has become a thing of the past.

Nowadays, prices are skyrocketing every year, and operating costs are also rising with the tide.

If the brainworms cannot continue to expand their sources of income, they will sooner or later run out of money.

Trom is a rising star among many farmers. He caught up with the trend of pioneering.

He was bold and adopted an expansionary business strategy. Now the total number of pioneering ships under his command has reached nearly 10 million.

The monthly maintenance and consumption of these warships are a considerable amount.

For this reason, Trom, who became a big boss, would take the modified void giant worm to personally inspect the development of the farms under his name whenever he had some free time.

In addition to preventing employees from sneaking around, the main purpose is to see if there is room for improvement in these farms.

Any farmer who expands wildly will struggle desperately due to debt pressure.

In the process of crazy enclosure, they continue to build fungal farms on the spot and set up relay bases.

In order to provide supplies along the way for their patrol fleet, and then consolidate their control over the area.

Such large-scale infrastructure construction means that the capital investment is not small.

After a burst of clacking, Trom looked at the final number and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huhu, after deducting maintenance costs and salary expenses, and counting the loan that needs to be repaid this month, I finally broke even."

"It's not easy, not easy."

"But it's not a good thing to have no money like this!"

"We still have to find a way to open up more new farms and increase income."

Since the Void Giant Worm went on the market, Trom followed the trend and applied for a loan from the Zerg Holy Bank to upgrade his core fleet.

Now, he is also a large farmer with more than 200,000 Void Giant Worms.

Except for the peaceful brother Anderson, Trom is finally on the same level as several neighbors around him.

There is no way, everyone is a large farmer, and the face is important when they go out.

I go out with millions of pioneer ships, and my neighbors go out with millions of pioneer ships, and everyone is almost the same.

But if the neighbor's fleet array is headed by 200,000 void giant insects.

And I only have 10,000 or 20,000, and I was instantly outnumbered. I was also boasted by my neighbor, which was too uncomfortable.

Having just compiled the income and expenditure accounts for this quarter, Trump was planning to go to the next farm for a few days.

Anderson's consciousness touch came from the public communication area network.

This slight contact is equivalent to a polite knock before the other party visits.

Facing this neighbor who is much older and more experienced than him, Trump naturally would not put on airs.

He immediately opened an independent channel for the other party on his consciousness network.

As soon as the channel was connected, Anderson's mental fluctuations were immediately transmitted.

"Brother Tram, are you free?"

"Brother Anderson, we haven't contacted each other for a while!"

"I'm free, you finally came to chat with me."

"I heard that you recently bought a suitable hero-level body, which made me envious. How is it? Have you changed it?"

In the special nutrition cabin, Tram waved his tentacles and asked curiously.

For a big farmer like him, the cost of buying a hero-level body and the cost of soul transfer surgery can be raised with a grit of teeth.

But whether you can get a suitable body depends on luck.

Trum, this unlucky guy, has never encountered a suitable hero-level body so far.

"Hey, what's there to envy? I can't compare with you big bosses!"

"In order to buy this body, I emptied my savings."

"Thanks to you, I finally completed the operation safely. I have been adapting to the new body recently."

After a few polite words, Anderson immediately changed the subject and went straight to the point:

"I didn't find you to chat, but I have something good to offer."

"I'm moving recently, and I just ran into a foreign fleet when I went out. There are about tens of millions of them, and they are all elite warships. This is a big piece of fat meat."

When he said this, Anderson paused for a moment, giving the other party some time to digest the good news, and then continued:

"You know my situation."

"The number of warships is limited, and I have just replaced the new body. It is still in the running-in stage and it is not appropriate to do anything."

"We have been neighbors for so many years. How can this good thing be given to others? I thought of you guys first."

"I will try to lead this fleet into the void ocean current."

Anderson, who was very familiar with Trom, did not give him a chance to interrupt.

"I have also greeted the other neighbors. Let's eat meat together."

"You should also prepare quickly and calculate the troops that can be mobilized. We will connect with multiple parties later to coordinate the encirclement and suppression strategy and the distribution of captured goods..."

After speaking, Anderson directly shared the real-time coordinates of the hive with Trom, and also attached close-up images of the enemy warships.

"Wow! They are all elite warships!"

Trum has been expanding all the time, and his combat experience is much richer than Anderson's.

He saw at a glance that these alien warships were extremely well-equipped.