"Listen, Ferry, I need more ships!... No, not that kind of junk. Good ships with better hyperdrives, preferably without identification codes." Though he had not activated the hologram, Yuri Orlov still wore a brilliant smile as he spoke into the communicator. "How many? A hundred ships. No, no... more. I need two hundred! Hey... where they're going is none of your concern. You only need to know that money isn't a problem! One question: do you have them or not?"
But the next moment, he smashed the communicator viciously onto the floor and cursed, "Fuck! They're all a bunch of sons of bitches!"
He rubbed his face hard with both hands, then said to the assistant beside him, "Arrange a ship. I need to make a trip to Nal Hutta myself. Those smugglers have been scared out of their wits now!"
The assistant shook his head as well. "They should be afraid. The Galactic Empire is practically going insane now. They've expanded their patrol range to at least within five seconds of those three Wealth Worlds. Basically, every ship approaching that area gets thoroughly inspected. Sometimes they even open fire directly."
Yuri Orlov's expression suddenly changed, and he laughed. "Hahaha, isn't that perfect? The Trade Federation is offering five times the price now! Five times! Hahaha! Isn't making money a good thing? The credit ingots in my warehouses are enough to buy a fleet outright!"
"We should return to Dawn Star Planet. Nal Hutta may not be safe either," the assistant said.
"Listen to me, Jones. There's nowhere in this Milky Way Galaxy that's absolutely safe. I could choke to death just drinking water, couldn't I?" Yuri Orlov waved a hand. "And don't worry. Nal Hutta is much safer than before, at least for me. The Goresla Family ruling Hutt