Everything in this world ultimately comes down to strength.
And strength depends on violence.
As a Merchant Rogue, Dadanier understood this very well.
On the surface, the Trade Federation he had established spanned five star systems and possessed dozens of colonies, making it a formidable power in its own right. But Dadanier knew that it was all just an empty shell, enough to fool those interstellar civilizations that had yet to leave their atmosphere or were just starting out.
But when it came to doing business with commercial alliances even more powerful than his own, he could only call in reinforcements.
So... Granddaddy Inquisition, help me!!!
"...All right, I more or less understand the situation."
Duanmu Huai lifted his teacup, sipping tea as he looked at Dadanier across from him.
"So? What kind of result are you hoping to achieve?"
"To be honest, I'm not entirely sure."
Dadanier looked utterly troubled.
"You know the situation with the Trade Federation, Inquisitor. We've only just begun developing, and integrating the economic systems of all these planets alone is already a major problem. We're only starting to see results, and I..."
"Get to the point."
Duanmu Huai had no interest in economics. Like the Empire, he only cared that people paid their Tithe on time. As long as they did, there was no problem. But if they refused to pay, then there was a problem.
"To be frank, we can't beat them."
Dadanier gave him the blunt truth without hesitation.
"I don't know much about them, but I can tell that the immense power backing this trade delegation is far beyond what the small Trade Federation I built as a Merchant Rogue can oppose. Their strength and financial resources are a hundred times greater than ours. Against such an opponent, the best course