“Want it? I’ll sell it to you,” Brian Walker said.

It’s just a tricycle—if she has the materials, she can make another one.

Little Henry hesitated for a moment. “How many star coins?” He had just come from the materials market and had very few star coins left.

“How much do you think it’s worth?” Brian Walker countered.

Little Henry replied sincerely, “How about five hundred star coins?”

Just now, as Brian Walker watched the ads along the way, she noticed that the price was always marked in the lower right corner. A box of twelve nutrient solutions cost two hundred star coins, and Little Henry’s pair of shoes was supposedly designed by some master—according to the ad, they cost ten thousand star coins. A typical rich kid.

“Five hundred? Not selling.” Brian Walker stopped the tricycle, pulled the handbrake, and turned to look at Little Henry. “Have you seen this kind of tricycle anywhere else? In the whole... city, I’m the only one with one.”

Brian Walker still didn’t know the name of this place.

Little Henry was plump and fair-skinned. Brian Walker thought that as long as the two bodyguards in the back didn’t interfere, she could definitely talk him into a deal.

“Your design is unique, but...” Little Henry pouted. “The materials are ordinary, there’s no infused gold at all, and it has nothing to do with mechas. Your thing isn’t very useful. If I buy it, it’s just for novelty. Five hundred star coins is already a lot.”

Brian Walker: “?”

This didn’t sound like something a seven- or eight-year-old kid would say. Are kids in this world really this hard to fool?

“Of course it’s not a mecha. This tricycle is actually for helping you grow taller.” Brian Walker glanced at Little Henry’s legs and said with a straight face, “If you pedal the tricycle often, your legs will get longer, and over time, you’ll grow taller.”

Little Henry looked at Brian Walker strangely. “Why would you need to pedal this to grow taller? Just get a gene enhancement shot.”

Brian Walker: “……” Advanced technology really is great.

“You made this tricycle?” Little Henry asked.

Brian Walker nodded. “Five thousand, take it or leave it. Any less and I’m not selling.” This Little Henry was not easy to fool at all, and she didn’t want to waste any more time.

Little Henry’s gaze fell on the welding joints of the tricycle. He could tell at a glance that the vehicle was pieced together from various scrap metals. The materials were poor, but the craftsmanship was excellent—almost artistic.

“I’ll give you five hundred more star coins—five thousand five hundred. Let’s be friends.” Little Henry suddenly changed his tone.

Brian Walker glanced at Little Henry. This kid had been testing her from the start.

“My name is Emma Carter, and I’m also a trainee mecha engineer,” Little Henry said sincerely.

‘Also’?

Looks like this young master thought she was a trainee mecha engineer.

Infused gold, trainee mecha engineer... these novel terms kept echoing in Brian Walker’s mind.

“Deal.”

Little Henry nimbly jumped off the tricycle, lowered his head, and tapped on the light-brain on his wrist. “Your account number, I’ll transfer it to you.”

Brian Walker lifted her sleeve. Her wrist was completely bare—nothing there.

Emma Carter’s expression immediately became subtle. These days, there were only two kinds of people without a light-brain: fugitives, or those so poor they couldn’t afford one.

Their 3212 Star was one of the most impoverished junk planets in the Federal Interstellar, the kind that didn’t even have a name, just a number. Even so, there were very few people on 3212 Star who couldn’t afford a light-brain. In this world, you couldn’t get by without one.

Brian Walker didn’t look like a fugitive at her age—more like the child of a fugitive.

“Where can I buy a light-brain?” Brian Walker searched the child’s memories in her mind. The old man had a light-brain, but unfortunately never taught the child about it. The child had no concept of it at all and had simply buried the old man.

Emma Carter’s eyes darted. “I can take you to buy one.”

In the end, the tricycle was taken away by a bodyguard, and Emma Carter took Brian Walker on a floating bus to buy a light-brain, explaining various things to her along the way.

“A trainee mecha engineer is a student preparing to become a mecha engineer. If your perception meets the military academy’s standard at sixteen, you can study this major, and after graduation, you can become a mecha engineer.” Emma Carter gave a thumbs up. “Mecha engineers design and repair mechas—it’s super lucrative!”

Brian Walker looked calm on the surface, but inside she was overjoyed: she loved this kind of profession—closely related to her old world’s expertise and highly profitable!

She immediately decided in her heart that she would pursue the path of a mecha engineer in the future.

On the way, Brian Walker glanced at a child diagonally across from her, who was whining and crying to his mother for this and that, then looked at the still-chatty Emma Carter and understood.

It wasn’t that kids in this world matured early—it was Emma Carter who was precocious.

This little brat looked silly on the outside, but was actually very shrewd. He didn’t seem curious about her at all, yet every time he spoke, he was explaining things to her.

The floating bus sped through the air, and before long, they arrived. After getting off, Emma Carter led Brian Walker into the mall.

This mall was completely different from Brian Walker’s original world—full of futuristic vibes, with white counters and all kinds of virtual screens everywhere.

Brian Walker watched as a clerk smiled at a customer, then turned and suddenly pulled out a large rack from what had seemed like empty space behind her, filled with merchandise. No one around seemed surprised.

As she walked along, Brian Walker got a sense of things: it was probably some kind of space-folding technology.

Emma Carter stopped at a counter. “We’re here.”

Brian Walker looked up and asked the clerk, “Which is the cheapest light-brain?”