"Changkong, get up."
"The slots have arrived. Someone wants to talk business with you."
"..."
Jiang Changkong rubbed his forehead. He had been woken up by the noise.
After washing up and opening the door, Jiang Changkong looked at the excited principal and said helplessly, "They've been delivered, so why didn't you just take them for me?"
"This time is different. The Federation wants to hand them over to you personally, and quite a few people say they want to discuss business with you."
Yu Beilin explained.
Jiang Changkong frowned. "Business? What kind of people are they?"
"I can't see through them. They're very strong, and judging by their mannerisms, they don't seem to be from Jianghai."
"I'll go take a look. Where are they?" Jiang Changkong narrowed his eyes. If they were not from Jianghai, then they were from another province.
The question was whether they had come from Stability Province, or from a major province like Nan Tianwang.
"They're all in my room. Come with me."
Yu Beilin led him toward the room.
Inside, six people sat on the sofa, while another three stood beside them, nearly cramming the room full.
"This must be Jiang Changkong?"
The six rose to their feet together and smiled.
Jiang Changkong returned the smile. "And you are?"
"I'm Jiang Haibo, the Federation's person in charge of the Starlight Distortion Zone. I've come to deliver your slots."
He was a middle-aged man with tousled hair, his aura restrained and unfathomable. A box sat before him.
The other five were young men, dressed in luxurious clothes. Jiang Changkong could not recognize any of the brands.
Some had short hair, some long, but all wore smiles. "We'd like to buy slots from you."
"Thank you, Lord Jiang."
Jiang Changkong thanked him, then looked at the