Son Gohan continued to press him. "Is the machine still being stored with you?"
Milai answered honestly, "It's still here. Because of the unusual situation on Musli Planet today, all spaceports have been locked down. The manufacturer won't be able to come in and take the machine away for at least another fifteen days."
Upon hearing that, Son Gohan said, "Boss, how about this? I'll buy that machine from you, but you'll have to cut the price in half. What do you say?"
Milai was stunned again. He had not expected the customer in front of him to actually want the machine.
"Mr. Gohan, I've already made all the important details clear to you. If anything goes wrong after you buy it, I won't be responsible."
But Son Gohan smiled at Milai's words. "Whatever happens after I buy it, I won't hold you accountable. How does that sound?"
Milai felt like something was strange about today. Why was this customer so determined?
"What, you don't want to sell? Then I can leave right now." Son Gohan could not be bothered to waste words. Was he hemming and hawing because he wanted to jack up the price?
"Sell, sell, sell! It's just that there are some things we need to make clear beforehand," Milai hurriedly said.
Soon, the two settled on a price. After Son Gohan paid without hesitation, he left the virtual world.
Musli Planet's delivery services were incredibly advanced. In less than three hours, the item Son Gohan had bought was delivered to his door.
Inside the house, Eliza studied the translucent glass pod for a while before suddenly asking, "What is this thing you bought?"
"Something good." Son Gohan chuckled.
"Don't change the subject. Tell me the truth!" Eliza immediately became unhappy.
Son Gohan had no choice but