The tribune carefully read through the cargo manifest on the holographic projector, admiration appearing on his face.
"Sir, you truly possess astonishing wealth!
Sweet Star sugar is famous throughout the Imperium. Young noblewomen simply adore desserts made from it.
Dick Foam Wine is the gentlemen's favorite. It can restore their masculine vigor.
Pepper-Salt Fruit is the finest spice. Just a tiny sprinkle can make meat incredibly delicious!"
The tribune could not help rubbing his hands together.
"Sir, you possess an incomparably vast fortune. What is it that you wish to obtain?"
Normally, such valuable supplies could not possibly be bartered directly.
Li Qinwu's goods were simply too precious. There was no way to exchange them for cargo that was smaller in volume, denser, and even more valuable.
Li Qinwu smiled.
"Lord Tribune, do you think these goods of mine could be exchanged for a warship?"
Just as I thought. He had come to trade for a warship.
Worlds like Terra and Macragge were like supermarkets. No matter how much cargo you brought here, they could absorb it all.
Furthermore, Macragge had independent shipyards of its own nearby.
Guilliman was a Gene-Primarch focused on internal affairs, and he was exceptionally skilled at governance. Across the Five Hundred Worlds, he farmed, built factories, and developed industry with tremendous vigor.
Guilliman disliked having industry held hostage by the Adeptus Mechanicus, so there were many completely independent Industrial Worlds within his sphere of influence.
These Industrial Worlds continuously produced warships, and Li Qinwu hoped to acquire one for himself.
But clearly, warships were the true hard currency in this universe. After hearing Li Qinwu's request, the tribune looked troubled.
"Inquisitor, you know that the great Regent launched an expedition not long ago!
Every idle warship was requisitioned for that great expedition, so you cannot