The Apostle of the Supreme

It was probably because of the poor signal that Du Zhaodi still looked dazed. She flipped through the contract again before speaking incredulously:

"This is the only spaceport on the planet."

"That's normal. When a civilization collapses, it can sell off not only a spaceport but even a resource planet or a Tier Three civilization building at rock-bottom prices."

Gao Gong sounded completely unruffled.

Of course, this situation was limited to civilizations below Level Four.

"Will the Immortal Consortium go back on the deal?"

"What could they possibly regret? Didn't Du High-Tech have them invest? Aren't we the bosses of Du High-Tech? Did we interfere with their senses or force them to sign the contract through violence? Neither happened."

Gao Gong spoke like a seasoned old hand:

"They ignored the global memory loss and ended up falling victim to it themselves. Who could they blame?"

"Even if they investigate to the end, it was the Xie family who tampered with things. They can't blame us for that. Xie Egui died at our hands, and the Xie family is our mortal enemy. We haven't even complained that their internal workplace conflict affected our normal business dealings."

A burst of applause immediately rang out among the surrounding executives.

As expected of such an old schemer. With him and Sister Du around—one handling the scheming and the other handling the hard work—the future of our corporation truly looked bright!

"All right, go back and get some more sleep."

"Boss, we still have to go receive that spaceport."

"Receive my ass. Come back and talk after you're still alive."

Gao Gong dragged and kicked them one by one, stuffing them into the safe house. With a flash of flowing light, they vanished under the effects of the "Tower of Spirit Phases."

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