At the port before Settlement No. 1, two flushed-faced men were gripping each other's hands tightly.
One was Damn, There Really Are Mosquitoes, the owner of Goblin Technology. The other was no less distinguished: the quartermaster serving under the warlord of the Tiger Army.
Although this gentleman's rank was not high, merely a commander of a thousand, he had opened with an order worth over ten billion.
Even for the money's sake, Mosquito showed him some respect and courtesy, warmly shaking his hand.
"Pleasure doing business!"
"Hahaha! Pleasure doing business!"
Though Chopra's heart bled as he said this, he still forced a strained smile onto his face.
One silver coin for 100 Xilan coins...
That price was an absolute robbery!
Seeing the pain on his customer's face, Mosquito could not help feeling sorry for him.
Not because he had suddenly grown compassionate. Mainly because he was not actually in the currency exchange business. Fang Chang, that bastard, had helped him exchange the money in the end, and taken twenty percent of the profit for it.
In other words, Fang Chang, that bastard, had done nothing and mooched twenty percent of his profits under the name of a "financial service fee."
Although that meant he was making more money, Mosquito still got furious whenever he thought of that smug face.
That bastard had won again!
Damn it!
But just then, his eyes darted around, and he suddenly thought of a brilliant idea. Smiling at Commander Chopra, he said.
"Buddy, I treat you like one of my own. My customers are all family. But there's something I'm not sure whether I should say."
Chopra hurriedly replied.
"Please, go ahead!"
"These Xilan coins, I figure they're doomed sooner or later. Rather than let Golden Gallon Port's banks fleece you, why not let me—cough!