Twenty billion Spirit Stones.
After deducting two hundred million for various expenses and three hundred million for the raw materials to produce the phones, the net profit was 19.5 billion.
In the hundreds of years of the Bloodfiend Den's history, he had never seen anyone earn in one go what would normally take over a century to accumulate.
This time, it had truly been an eye-opener for him.
He lifted his head slightly to look at Celeste Grant, who was sitting to one side.
Celeste Grant gave a faint smile.
"See, The Exalted One? I didn't lie to you, did I? I told you that developing these phones would be a huge moneymaker. We've made a killing this time! The Spirit Stones just kept pouring in, sack after sack. It's a good thing we at the Bloodfiend Den don't lack Storage Rings or storage bags, or else the treasury we use for Spirit Stones wouldn't have been nearly big enough."
