Mo Qiong figured that Master Gou was actually a pretty decent man. Otherwise, he would never have brought up the matter of transmigrators.
Since he had mentioned it, he was clearly planning to help Mo Qiong by vouching for a batch of affordable, practical transmigrator employees.
It might not have been a particularly major matter, but it certainly was not a trivial one either. After all, he would be using a Gamma Medal as his guarantee.
The importance of a Gamma Medal to a Gamma Member went without saying.
Although he kept saying that he was unwilling, he had deliberately said that he would "only vouch for partners." In truth, he was telling Mo Qiong that he was willing to vouch for him.
The only condition was that Mo Qiong call him Master Gou.
That condition was practically nothing. If Mo Qiong really thought that a polite form of address could make someone use a Gamma Medal as a guarantee, then he would be an idiot. Master Gou was simply willing to help him.
Since the man was willing to trust him, Mo Qiong naturally did not mind calling him Master Gou. This was not a transaction.
"Let's go. Whether there happen to be any suitable transmigrators is still uncertain." Master Gou tossed his cigarette butt into the trash can and rose straight into the air.
Mo Qiong followed close behind, walking on air at an unhurried pace.
They arrived at the lakeside dock where the Virtual Continent was kept. It was open most of the time.
As soon as Mo Qiong arrived, he saw a small boat sailing out of the Virtual Continent.
It was a crystal sphere the size of a soccer ball, producing the bizarre sight of a ten-meter yacht emerging from it.
A white Gamma Member