However, in the third year of the expedition, everything changed. All gangs that did not obey the Gray Fox Group were physically eliminated. This emerging force launched several bloody gang wars. They armed themselves with powerful military weapons, and even dispatched laser cannons and heavy armed servants. They had no power to resist. In the end, Sagan No. 2 Airport became the default stronghold of the Gray Fox, a cross-galaxy group in the Sagan Galaxy. The only thing the local legal department could do was to order the cleaners to clean the ground and dispose of all the bodies after every cruel gang fight.
When the ship slowly entered the berth, a shuttle left the flight deck, entered the flight path of the spaceport, and passed through layers of checkpoints to the wealth circle on the most prosperous upper floor of the airport.
This is a huge maze-like market where people can exchange strange, even illegal goods, which winds around the central axis of the spaceport, winding through countless functional blocks, across several layers, and thousands of merchants live in this arc-shaped area. If a person has enough wealth and knows the way, he can buy almost anything.
The center of the wealth ring is the headquarters of the Sagan II United Business Association, a huge hall with colonnades. Under the ceiling with many portraits of saints and emperors, the more advanced merchants and traders were conducting super-large transactions that could determine the prices of a world or several worlds, and on the ground that was clean enough to be a mirror, stood a fully armed guard next to the marble road.
Coke, wearing neat black dress and walking into the hall, behind him were six bodyguards wearing bulletproof armor. This place was forbidden to carry weapons, but their bulging waists were enough to prove that they were not completely unarmed, but the guards didn't even go and take a look.
Because Cork had a gray fox badge on his collar, and the edges were still golden.
Walking unobstructedly into a side hall, his bodyguards immediately stood scattered on the side of the wall. There were many armed personnel gathered in this place, which were strange and strange. There were highly modified mechanical killers, burly Oglin Apes, and even eyed the assassins of the Death Cult.
Cork walked to a door, and the servants on both sides of the door immediately opened the door. He walked in alone, and then the door closed immediately.
This is a huge conference room, but there is no furnishing. The ground is covered with thick red carpets, the walls are covered with gray sound insulation materials, and even the lights seem to be very stingy. There is only a dim chandelier in the center. Under the chandelier is a long table, more than ten meters, and there are almost people on both sides, with only one or two empty seats. On each other chair is a unique person. Some of them are as well-dressed as Cork, while others are in a very wild bottom nest style, wearing bulletproof vests, with moxie's heads upright, tattoos on their arms and faces, and some are wearing uniforms that are common to the captain. Regardless of height, shortness, fatness, thinness, men, women, and young, they all have a common characteristic.
They all have a gray fox badge on their body, and they are all in gold edges.
The moment Cork came in, it briefly attracted everyone's attention, allowing them to temporarily stop each other's noise and laughter, but this lasted for only a second, and they immediately returned to their original state.
However, when he approached the long table, a strong man wearing a tactical vest with a mechanical prosthetic eye on his left eye and a mechanical arm on his right arm. His head suddenly grinned and showed his steel teeth.
"Smiling man, I heard you were caught by the messenger? Everyone thought you couldn't come."
Cork just replied with a friendly smile and said:
"Brother Porcupine, it's nothing bad to go to the bureau occasionally. It's easier to do things if you get familiar with it. By the way, how is the sleeping lizard potion business you are doing in the Ningjing Galaxy?"
"Don't mention it! Don't mention it. I don't know who the sleeping lizards was provoked. It was flattened overnight. There were thousands of people in a town, and there was no living left. Even the group of idle-fed men in the Legal Affairs Department dared not check who did it. I'm really tumbling. I'm still looking for people everywhere to find ways to catch the sleeping lizards."
"There is such a thing."
Cork shook his head and walked to his seat. He was the seventh in the left. When he saw him coming, a middle-aged man wearing a very similar businessman on his left hand, although he was holding a communicator and listening to the people inside, he still reached out to help him pull out the chair.
"...Tell the Huogui that there is an anti-smuggling ambush on the dog line and ask them to go around the rat's nest by the snake line. Remember to change the ship logo first, and then notify the customer not to deliver the goods today, and wait for two days before talking."
After saying that, the man dressed in a wealthy businessman put the communicator on the table, turned to look at Cork, and smiled:
"Brother Cork, is it okay? Are you really caught by the messenger?"
"It's okay, it's okay, thank you for worrying."
After hearing what he said, the wealthy businessman then tilted his body and whispered:
"I recently bought a batch of sap and pie powder, and the quality is very good, but the market at Sagan No. 2 is a bit saturated."
As he said that, he glanced at the forty-something woman sitting opposite the fourth one, wearing a fur coat, wearing heavy makeup, and constantly teasing the people around him.
"The Flower Fairy seems to have gotten into a relationship with the Black Snake bastard. She is not satisfied with opening a brothel and has to interfere in our business. Now Sagan Main Star and No. 2 are full of her goods, and I want to kill me with price wars! We are old friends, I want to sell some in your field. Can you get a fewer points? 20% is too much, 100% is OK? At least let me not lose money."
Cork smiled and replied softly:
"Since my brother said that, then just 90%."
"You..."
"Brothers, you have to have a meal too. Brother, you know I usually don't do this, and I have to go and have some other relationships."
"Okay, 1:9 is 1:9. By the way, I want to get a batch of heavy artillery and heavy guns. Do you have any cheaper goods there?"
"You have to take advantage of both good goods, brother, you have to take advantage of all the benefits... But recently some good things have flowed out from the front line. After all, the war has been over, and it is a good time to 'clear the account', I just don't know..."
Cork showed an unfathomable smile on his face.
"Brother, how much do you want?"
"I want even a tank you can get."
"There are no tanks, but there are Taurus armored vehicles, automatic cannons, grenade launchers, and armor-breaking rockets."
"Yes, that's right now... I don't have that much liquidity, or-"
Cork immediately shook his head.
"Brother, you know my principle. First, don't owe credit, and second, you only collect cash."
"Oh, that's OK, I'll get together and go to your side and talk to you later."
But Cork calmed down his smile and noticed that the charming woman was staring at her at some point, and then whispered:
Chapter completed!