One day later.
Inside a private dining room at a restaurant in Far East City on the Cosmic Virtual Network.
Quite a few people were gathered in the private room. They were all companions of the man in the floral shirt, and Xia Ping had also been invited as their honored guest.
"All right, the contract's been signed. I'll transfer ten million Universal Coins as a deposit first. You'll deliver the goods as soon as possible after that. No problem, right?"
Xia Ping sat in his seat like a spoiled young master, as though ten million Universal Coins were nothing to him. He put on the perfect air of a rich playboy, flaunting his wealth without restraint.
"Of course. That goes without saying. We'll get the goods to you as soon as possible."
"Thank you for looking after our business, Young Master Wu."
"Exactly. We're so grateful. If Young Master Wu hadn't helped us make a fortune, we'd never have had this opportunity."
Now that the contract had been signed, the man in the floral shirt and the others finally felt at ease. Once a contract was signed, it had legal force. No matter how far the other party ran, they couldn't escape it.
If they broke the contract, they wouldn't be able to log into the Cosmic Virtual Network ever again—not even if they changed identities. Accounts on the Cosmic Virtual Network were bound to the soul, making each one unique.
Of course, people could log into the network using different aliases and names. The Cosmic Virtual Network company didn't care, as long as they hadn't violated a contract.
But if they did break one, the company would pursue the matter to the end.
In the universe, if you couldn't log into the virtual network, your life was over.