In the Virtual Universe, inside a private room at a restaurant on Black Dragon Mountain Island, a sharp-nosed, green-haired man dressed in extravagant clothing was waiting for someone.
If Luo Feng had been there, he would definitely have recognized the man as the person surrounded by numerous slaves at the entrance to the Slave Market earlier.
At that moment, a handsome young man suddenly appeared in the private room.
The man immediately revealed an enthusiastic, somewhat ingratiating smile. Rising to his feet, he said, "Mr. Lin, the Star level 9th tier Black Meng tribe slaves have been sent over according to your instructions. Were their performances satisfactory?"
"Yes, they did well. I'm very satisfied." Lin Qingyu nodded as he looked at the slave trader named Wula.
"That is wonderful. Your satisfaction is the greatest praise for our service," Wula said respectfully.
"Mm, that will do for now. I'll contact you again if I need anything later," Lin Qingyu said.
"Of course, Mr. Lin can contact me anytime," Wula said warmly. He bowed once more to Lin Qingyu before respectfully leaving the private room.
He was a major client. This order alone involved several Star level 9th tier slaves, and Wula's share of the profits from it exceeded his total earnings from last year. Naturally, he had to keep such a major client happy.
"I really wonder what expression Luo Feng will have when he sees this," Bata's chibi form appeared on Lin Qingyu's shoulder.
"I don't know, but I'm also looking forward to seeing Luo Feng's expression when the truth is revealed. Though we'll probably have to wait four or five years." Lin Qingyu paused. "By the way, how is Luo Feng now? Has he woken up?"
"He woke up already. That's why I came to tell you," Bata said.