The World's Embargoed Rhenium Mine, Cracked with Snacks

[Interdimensional trader · interstellar trade · trading pandas for nuclear fusion]

Ji Chunhui's QQ has been unusually busy lately.

In the left window, Liu Qiyun from a post-apocalyptic world: “Bro, we're out of instant noodles again! We just dug up five hundred tons of rare earth. Can we trade it for self-heating hot pot? There are a lot of zombies outside the wall, so we need it ASAP.”

In the right window, Jing Changyuan from a Level Three civilization: “You're still burning coal for electricity? We've been done with nuclear fusion for thirty years... By the way, are the giant pandas on your Earth still alive? The last living creature in our entire universe is a robot dog. We want to see something alive.”

Looking at his two friends, who seemed to come from completely different worlds, Ji Chunhui finally got it.

So I'm the middleman here.

He sent Liu Qiyun instant noodles and sausages, and got mountains of rhenium ore, gold, and rare earths in return. The Longguo military industry held an emergency meeting that very night and slapped an S-level secrecy label on him.

He sent Jing Changyuan Siberian tigers, giant pandas, and crested ibises, and got an “obsolete” controlled nuclear fusion reactor, laser cannon blueprints, and an anti-gravity airship in return.

When an Academician from the Academy of Sciences unwrapped the “obsolete equipment,” his hands shook so badly he could barely hold his teacup. “Th-this is three hundred years ahead of us!”

When Longguo fighter jets were fitted with infinite-energy cores, its aircraft carriers went three years without refueling, and its laser defense network burned enemy missiles to ash

Ji Chunhui was sitting beside the outdoor pool of his six-hundred-square-meter mansion, messaging Jing Changyuan:

“Hey, what would you like to see in the next shipment? Golden snub-nosed monkeys or Yangtze alligators? Free shipping, with complimentary hot pot base.”

Jing Changyuan replied instantly: “C-could we see a live cockroach? Our museum only has fossils.”

Ji Chunhui: “??? That's what a Level Three civilization is into?”