Another half a year passed.
The sea breeze on the Great Library Plane was still gentle, and the small building at E-071 Deep Blue Residence remained as tranquil as ever under the cover of its warning array.
Inside the study, Allen leaned back in his chair, his fingertips swiping across a light screen. A report submitted by Colin displayed the rapid development of Weisren Heavy Industry over the past six months.
Thanks to the completion of the second-phase expansion plan for Cybertron Workshop, fifteen automated production lines were running at full capacity. Coupled with deepened cooperation with several merchant guilds in Hub City, the monthly net profit of the three business divisions had steadily surpassed eight million Low-Level Magic Stones.
Calculated according to his equity, the funds flowing into Allen's personal account each month were close to five million, which was more profitable than running over twenty mines simultaneously on the Molten Iron Mountain Range Plane.
