"Oh, Brother Yusef is resting? Didn't you bother?"
Zorg looked into the room, a fat middle-aged bald man was sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a thick cream dress with gray edgings and a cup of coffee in his hand, and two young girls were rubbing his shoulders, looking relaxed and comfortable.
When he heard Zorg's smile, the fat man opened his eyes and immediately smiled greasy, almost squeezing his little eyes.
"Oh, Brother Zorg, you are here. I thought you would have to wait half an hour."
As he said that, the man waved his hand, and the two girls immediately lowered their heads and left quickly.
Zorge took off his windbreaker and handed it to Dage behind him, then smiled and put it on the sofa, crossing his legs.
"I am used to arriving early."
The fat man nodded with a smile.
"Good habits, good habits."
Then he clicked on the table and a holographic image appeared in front of him. The fat man glanced at the bodyguards everywhere in the corridor and smiled:
"Brother Zorg, the safety level of my building is γ level. Unless you directly bombard it with heavy weapons, you won't be injured in the slightest amount of damage. You don't have to be so careful."
Zorg smiled and lit a cigar.
"Brother Yusef, I can't believe you, it's okay to be careful."
“Yes, too.”
At this time, the man glanced at the cigar on Zorge's hand and suddenly smiled:
"Brother, I'm still smoking traditional cigars in my era. My brother has a batch of new electronic cigars, which is definitely more attractive than you. It's the latest Leke 114 model."
As he said that, the fat man pulled out a silver cylinder from the drawer, but Zorg shook his head.
"I cough this... let's talk about it."
At this time, four of the five people who followed Zorg, carrying four metal suitcases to the fat man's table, then opened them one by one and placed them on the table.
The fat man exclaimed and took out a small bomb gun from the first box.
In the hands of Space Marines, it may be the size of a pistol, but in the hands of mortals, it is a two-handed weapon.
"I didn't expect you to get this thing, Brother Zorg? This is a rare item!"
The fat man carefully looked at the brand new explosive gun in his hand, which was also filled with the fragrance of holy oil. It was obviously not used after leaving the factory. He thought he was also a weapon expert, but he did not identify its model as soon as possible.
"It looks like the Rock type of the Kronos Krai, but the magazine is a little larger, the capacity is... fifteen rounds, and the Rock type is twelve rounds, and the bullet caliber is about the same."
After seeing the gun, the fat man turned his gaze to Zorg.
"Brother, let's see what you want?"
But Zorg just spread his hands.
“Nothing to be told.”
"Tsk, you are like this every time. I guess this quality must have flowed from a certain casting world... Brother Zorg, you have a very deep path. Are you afraid that I will steal your business? We have worked together so many times."
Zorge took a deep sip of the cigar, then raised his head and spit out a smoke ring, sighing:
"Brother, it's not that I don't want to say it. You know, this kind of thing is a bit taboo. If someone explains it clearly, you can't say it. Don't you want me to evaporate directly in the world one day, right?"
“Yes, too.”
As he said that, the fat man put the gun back into the box and then picked up another thing, a radiation grenade.
Radiation grenades are weapons used by judges of foreign aggression or space warriors. When they explode, they release a large number of tiny fragments contaminated by radioactive pollution. The radioactive pollutants on these fragments have a half-life of one millisecond to ensure that the user will not be poisoned by radiation when launching a charge, but those enemies who were initially caught in the explosion will "experience" the power of the radiation grenade after a period of time.
This kind of grenade is powerful but is usually strictly controlled and rarely flows into the black market.
"This thing is so intimate recently. How many can you provide me?"
"Three hundred."
"Brother, I don't know your habits yet? You always keep a hand in the number reporting. I guess there are at least a thousand in your warehouse, right? Don't look for that old mole. I'll give you a small price of 300 tons of refined palladium."
Palladium is the most commonly used equivalent in the large vortex area, not only because of its value, but also because the large vortex area itself is rich in this rare metal, and it is an indispensable material for mechanical teaching to make electronic components.
Upon hearing this price, Zorg placed the cigar next to the ashtray and shook his head with a smile.
"Brother, you always keep your hands on it. I'm too lazy to run away, 350 tons of palladium."
"Oh, brother, that's the price you ask for is this. You want my brother to cut my liar!"
Looking at the fat man's expression of heartache and almost wiping his tears, Zorge stood up, walked to the table, and picked up the radiation grenade.
"Brother, as far as I know, the current market is not peaceful, so this one is definitely rushing to exchange for 0.4 tons of palladium. I'm already taking care of our friendship."
The expression on the fat man's face suddenly solidified, and then a flower-like smile bloomed.
"Okay, 350 tons is 350 tons. Who makes us the two good brothers?"
The goods in the two boxes behind are more conventional, namely ordinary laser pistols and needle-punching pistols.
As for why they are all pistols, because this weapon is easy to hide and is easier to use in narrow environments. Basically, people who walk in gray areas will need a self-defense, so the demand is always very large.
In the past many years, Zorg used these weapons and equipment to exchange a large amount of resources needed by the owner from the black market of the Great Vortex, many of which belong to the official regulatory resources of the Empire and Machinery Instructors, and ordinary channels are difficult to obtain.
After checking all the samples, the fat man was very satisfied, so he smiled and stretched out four fingers.
"Then we are still the same price, how about it?"
But Zorg shook his head.
"You guy in the current market, you still say that the old price is a good trick. I don't want to increase it, it will increase by 20%.
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The fat man sighed for a long time, then took off a wet towel from the shelf beside him, wiped his shiny head and said:
"Okay, okay, just increase by 20% for our friendship."
Then the fat man pointed at the bomb gun.
"Brother, brother, you can hand in real numbers, right? How many of these goods can you provide?"
"I only have two hundred hands in my hands at the moment, all of them."
"I want all of them, just follow the price of the standard explosive gun of the Ministry of Justice. Is it okay? Brother will not cheat you now, right?"
"no problem."
Although Zorg knew that the other party would have at least half of the profit if they were sold, this is the role of the channel. He can trust the only rare mineral channel merchant. If he can master his rare mineral channel, why should he slaughter someone?
However, this channel was run by generations, from minerals to transportation routes, as well as the relationships and management points of the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Internal Affairs cannot be handled in just a few days.
"By the way, brother, I have a big deal, I wonder if you can handle the channels there?"
Zorge, who sat back on the sofa, raised his eyebrows slightly and picked up the half-burning cigar again.
"Tell me, look."
"I have a long-term partner who is now looking for a large-scale weapon of destruction, preferably a phosphating bomb or a virus bomb..."
When Zolger heard what the fat man said, he raised his eyebrows and looked very surprised and embarrassed.
Chapter completed!