"Both ends dead, might as well use another Wormhole, at least the death is worth sothing."
"We need about 300 days for the mining and round trip."
"But if the leader of the 239 war zone doesn’t report during this period, his cri changes from ’dereliction of duty’ to ’concealing major errors’ and even ’collaborating with outsiders to steal civilization resources’. "
"If the forr might not be fatal, just temporary suspension, or a hopeless promotion."
"The latter two are certain death."
"As long as he doesn’t report within the year, he has to clean up his ss, bite the bullet and clean it up, or he dies."
"And I won’t use other Wormhole coordinates after this, will hide and live peacefully..."
"Everyone will be safe and sound."
"..."
Chen Mang didn’t reply, just silently poured himself another cup of tea. For so reason, he could empathize with the leader of the 239 war zone, it was truly as disgusting as swallowing a cockroach alive.
This wasn’t any more disgusting.
More disgusting than this is the current situation.
Can’t spit it out, can’t swallow it.
Can only feel the feet constantly teasing his throat cavity.
...
"Can you write out the remaining 12 strategic hidden coordinates of the Wormholes of the ’Kasha Civilization’ for to see?"
"No problem."
The middle-aged man didn’t hesitate at all, took the pen and paper Fang handed him and quickly wrote.
After the man finished writing.
Chen Mang signaled for Fang to take away the paper, casually asked.
"What’s your child’s illness? How much iron ore is needed for the treatnt?"
"Accidentally entered a Ti Rift, needs 3.99 billion units of iron ore."
"So expensive?"
Chen Mang frowned slightly, he had soone accidentally enter a Ti Rift before, but the treatnt only needed 39.2 million units of iron ore, why does this man’s child need nearly 4 billion units to get out of a Ti Rift?
Perhaps, the hazards from different Ti Rifts vary?
That’s also possible.
"It is very expensive." The middle-aged man said bitterly, "Our business association can only earn a bit of hard money, never receiving big deals, such a vast amount of resources is absolutely impossible for us to provide, so in desperation, I took the risk to do this deal."
"However..."
"It’s hard for my brothers."
"They completely risked their lives to do this deal with ."
"Tell more about your story, I’m quite interested."
...
Thus.
They chatted for more than three hours.
Within these three hours, Chen Mang gained considerable knowledge about the ’Kasha Civilization Federation’, and got a general idea of other civilizations, his first ti interacting with other civilizations was relatively pleasant.
"I’ve been eyeing this mining star for a long ti."
Chen Mang patted the armrest, stood up, looked down at the middle-aged man sitting in the chair and smiled, "Certainly can’t give it to you, but you can mine 10 billion units of iron ore."
"To treat your child and cover so travel expenses."
"I’m very interested in your business association."
"We should have plenty of cooperation opportunities, I will first land on the mining star, you can follow slowly."
"However—"
"Before that, I have to trouble you again, my assistant is a bit dim, he lost the paper just now, I’ll have to trouble you to write those 12 strategic hidden Wormhole coordinates again for to appreciate."
The middle-aged man sitting in the chair slightly stunned, looked at the paper and pen handed by Fang, took them.
"No problem."
...
Three minutes later.
Chen Mang, in front of the man, took the two sheets filled with coordinate data from Fang’s hand and checked them one by one. After confirming there were no discrepancies, he looked at the middle-aged man and smiled, "Looks like our cooperation should go smoothly."
"It’s our ’One-Sweep Business Association’s’ honor to cooperate with soone prestigious like you."
The middle-aged man sighed in relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, no matter what, he managed to survive this ti, and if all goes well, his daughter could survive too.
He never thought of writing false coordinates.
Although if this lord rashly activates those strategic Wormholes, angers the leader of the 239 war zone, he will certainly die.
But—
As they say, near at hand, everyone is an enemy country.
Future death is future death’s worry.
If he told lies now, he would die now.
A Wormhole’s coordinates are extrely complicated, he couldn’t possibly fabricate 12 coordinates in a short ti and morize them again after hours to rewrite them.
He guessed from the beginning that this lord would surely have him rewrite them once.
His life motto is to distinguish clearly between future death and current death, and listen to who is closest to him.
...
After the man left.
Fixed Star accelerated instantly, under the gaze of the ’One-Sweep Business Association’s’ fleet, shot rapidly toward the depths of the universe.
Destination—
Directly, to the small mining star millions of kiloters away.
"Record these 12 coordinates into the database, maybe they’ll be useful later."
"Though their authenticity is questionable, having them is better than not."
Chen Mang sat in the train cabin, tossed the two sheets of paper on the control panel beside him, the chanical Eye in the room began to slowly rotate, focusing on the strings of data on these sheets.
"Train Captain, do you think these coordinates might be fake?"
"Hard to say."
He sighed lightly, leaning against the back of the chair, "I glanced at it, these coordinates have no pattern and are hard to morize, the numbers are long, it’s difficult to rember with just the human brain, at least I can’t rember them, since he can morize such long strings of coordinates ntally."
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