Yang Ming lay comfortably on the sofa beside the porthole, holding a cup of coffee brought by the butler robot, staring into the starry void through the window, and indulgently enjoying the supreme authority of being a captain as he planned the repayment of one million New Federation Currency.
He now had a ship; even if he were to do cargo hauling and transportation, coming up with one million within three years wouldn't pose a big issue.
Of course, Yang Min had better career plans.
Like robbing pirates, ambushing pirate bases, stealing power batteries from major capitalists' merchant ships.
Oh, it was time.
Yang Ming said with an elegant voice, "Molly No. 2, report the ship's various indices."
"Okay, Captain..."
"Stop! Stop it, Hanton!"
Kolev yelled angrily, "This is the sixth time you've asked for a report in the past hour!"
