"Team Leader Lin, how is it?"
Zhang Tie sidled up to Lin An and sneakily glanced at his expression.
For some reason, what he had seen just now had clearly looked like a disaster no matter how he thought about it.
Yet how was it that a few minutes later, Lin An was smiling instead, looking as if he were in quite a good mood?
"Not bad."
"Made a small profit."
Lin An replied casually as he finalized the contract, then completed his transaction with Tyre.
A barely useful teleportation command and a cheap Sightseeing Transport Ship had been exchanged for a large quantity of precious supplies, along with the "deeds of sale" for sixty Third Order experts.
No matter how he looked at it, he had made a huge profit on this deal.
However, he had to admit that the Soviet Russia War Zone was frighteningly poor.
With no way to mobilize civilian resources in the apocalyptic environment, and relying solely on its directly subordinate forces and several Large Safe Zones, the entire Soviet Russia War Zone's authorities had not even managed to gather half of what was needed.
Not only that, but aside from selling sixty Third Order experts as laborers, the Soviet Russia War Zone had, under Tyre's shameless demands, sold each of the sixty experts three times on average. They claimed that whenever Lin An's side had a need, those sixty Third Order experts could fight without compensation three times, thereby making up for a quota of 180 people.
Lin An could only accept it helplessly.
If he had pushed things any further, Tyre probably would rather have let everyone die in battle than trade with him.
As for the information about the Death God Armor that he truly cared about, the other side had honestly