The negotiations progressed far more smoothly than expected.
If the supplies Doomsday Madman had proposed had been other types of goods—daily necessities, technical data, things that could improve the lives of the Gathering Place's residents, or even assistance in accelerating territorial development—the two sides would inevitably have haggled over the price.
After all, for Tian Tie Island and the other islands of the Mine Island Alliance at this stage, those things could not solve the problems they were about to face.
On this turbulent wasteland, as long as the disasters did not end and the alien races did not disappear, peace would never exist.
At present, the Mine Island Alliance had not yet been besieged or harassed by other Gathering Places because they had yet to solve their greatest problem: food supplies. They had also yet to build enough weapons and ships to equip an entire force.
But everyone knew that once Autumn Harvest ended and the various forces had recovered, the Mine Island Alliance would inevitably face enormous challenges.
By then, without sufficient weapons and Defense Facilities, they would probably be unable to withstand attacks from outside forces.
Against this backdrop, the arms trade proposed by Doomsday Madman had struck straight at their vital weakness!
But to be fair, there was truly no need to negotiate over this stuff.
In an era of peace occasionally interrupted by war, the arms trade was unquestionably a seller's market.
Even if Doomsday Madman named an outrageous price, they could only grit their teeth and accept it.
As for whether the other side was bluffing, Sun Guangmin had never doubted it from beginning to end.
First, before coming here, he had deliberately gone to the harbor and inspected the other side's Tie Pi Ship up close.
That vessel, more than a dozen meters