This time.
Han Fei remained perfectly at ease.
Dukao, meanwhile, wore his usual deadpan expression.
"General Dukao, we're already this familiar. Why are you making that face?"
Dukao shook his head. At last, some change appeared on his face—a hint of helplessness.
"You should know why I came to see you this time. Go on, name your price."
Han Fei could not help laughing.
They had traded so often that both sides had grown used to it.
"Alright. Here's the proposal."
He handed over the document.
"..."
Before long, the arguing inside began without end.
"...star charts... information... passed down through generations... priceless..."
"...Then name your price!"
"The price has to go up!"
"..."
After leaving the café, Han Fei headed home.
Inside the café.
The two had discussed certain matters that were inconvenient to state outright, and they had already reached a written agreement.
Since it concerned mutual defense, Han Fei had not demanded an exorbitant price. If anything, he had even leaned slightly in their favor.
During that time.
Han Fei had also brought up something to Dukao.
The matter of the Earth Alliance.
As expected, Dukao rejected it.
At the time, Dukao had agreed in principle, just not now.
The two reached a few simple understandings.
When he returned home.
People had always been sent here to clean.
So it was very tidy.
Still.
It inevitably felt a little deserted.
Looking at the house, Han Fei felt somewhat nostalgic.
This was the first house he had bought after making it big. It held great commemorative value.
Just then.
"Boss?!" Aunt Li's voice rang out from the side.
She was holding a mop and cleaning the floor, staring at Han Fei with delight.
"Aunt Li." Han Fei greeted her with a smile.
"Why didn't you say