Feng Jun had specifically come out of his way to ask about warships. The last time he had delivered supplies to Right Capital, Yi Jue had been present, so he had not felt comfortable asking too much—after all, mortal weapons from this world could kill cultivators, something Heavenly Zither cultivators found deeply repellent.
Besides, he knew Brilliant Star had surely been busy dealing with the authorities then and had no time to talk business, so he had left as soon as the rain stopped.
This time, he had come specifically for this, so he nodded. "That's right. Last time, you said you had secondhand warships for sale."
Xuan Gao laughed. "Sir, what I said then was that I could help you think of a solution, not that I had anything to sell."
Faced with such sophistry, Feng Jun did not get angry. He merely said blandly, "Even if you want to steer the conversation, don't make it so obvious. I like straightforward people, but that doesn't mean I can tolerate you without limits... In fact, you can barely be called straightforward anymore."
"I'm steering the conversation?" Xuan Gao felt terribly wronged. Still, this was ultimately a society on the technological side. After thinking for a moment, he understood what the other man meant and could not help giving a bitter smile. "You've wronged me."
Yet he quickly realized that such a defense was both pale and powerless.
So he added, "Last time Pioneer Bank helped you collect secondhand warships. In all fairness, I contributed quite a bit."
"Heh." Feng Jun smiled. "So you mean you're no longer in shipping and have switched to arms dealing?"
"Not exactly," Xuan Gao replied seriously, then became slightly hesitant. "It's just that people trust my reputation, and I have plenty of goods around here...