The entire afternoon, Zhao Guang was thinking about the power of the Misfortune Scroll.
He wondered how Wang Qishan was faring now, regretting not having seen it with his own eyes. He wondered if the guy was dead, and if he was alive, they could just try again later.
For such people, their death would be a relief to the people; Zhao Guang had no psychological burden about it.
After receiving all those axes and iron ingots, Zhao Guang finally had some free time.
"Just waiting for the Space Ring now. Once I get my hands on the Space Ring, moving these things will be much easier."
This time, he didn't have people move the items upstairs; they were just kept on the first floor. The interconnected rooms on the first floor had now become one large warehouse. Zhao Guang, worried that the floor might collapse, had several columns added inside for reinforcement.
What a pity though, it hadn't been long since those freight elevators and his forklift were going to become redundant.
