When Zhao Hai heard the beep from the analyzer, he couldn't help but curse in his heart. This analyzer was really a piece of sh * t. The first time it made something for him, it had to charge him money. This time, it was even more outrageous. The money that was deposited into the bank card had to be deducted from the origin space. What the f * ck was going on?
However, Zhao Hai knew that the analysis machine was right. It was impossible to change it. He had to go to the manufacturing machine and make an identity card for him, Laura, and the others. Each of them had 100000 gold coins in their identity cards.
Zhao Hai did not know the purchasing power of gold coins in Atlan, so he only saved up the middle figure of one hundred thousand.
