Faced with Alvin's extortion, Zhang Qiang gave a wry smile and waved his hand. "That definitely won't work...
Two tons of helium-3 could supply enough electricity for a major Chinese city for five years.
The Moon hasn't even started producing anything, and you've already taken so much. Who could put up with that?
I can't explain this to anyone!"
Alvin stared into Zhang Qiang's eyes, watching the man look back at him with the most sincere expression...
Zhang Qiang's attitude made Alvin realize that the Gun Club definitely needed something from him.
Zhang Qiang hadn't turned around and walked away or even tried to "threaten" him over the two tons of helium-3. That meant there was room to negotiate, though there had to be some other conditions attached...
After a moment's hesitation, Alvin said, "Then three tons. I can agree to one reasonable request.
"You son of a bitch are always being so secretive, trying to take advantage of me...
"If you dare say no, I'll go on a sea voyage today and forget all about that damn Kunlun business..."
Zhang Qiang blinked at Alvin's impatient expression, then slapped the bar. "Deal. Three tons of helium-3 a year!
"On top of the 3.5 tons we already agreed on, and the one ton of helium-3 Attilan is willing to deliver to you each year, that means you'll be taking 7.5 tons of helium-3 from the Moon all by yourself...
"That's about 30 percent of the Moon's annual output..."
Zhang Qiang watched Alvin's expression grow a little grave and asked cautiously, "Since we're giving up so much, it wouldn't be unreasonable for us to rent a permanent port on the Dark Aster, would it?"
Alvin looked at Zhang Qiang with some annoyance. He really hadn't expected the Gun Club to have set