The Tribune said:
"My lord, I noticed your warship lacked master paintings, so I specially brought these works by Macragge's masters."
He felt that Li Qinwu's lack of interest in artworks was most likely because he had never been exposed to them.
Li Qinwu looked at the enormous, exquisite canvases and was indeed greatly impressed, but he still shook his head afterward.
"Although these paintings are indeed excellent, I can't make money by selling them.
As I said before, artworks aren't worth much in the galaxy.
But since you brought these paintings all this way, I'll keep them. I'll count them as one thousand Plasma Guns and ten suits of Power Armor."
Li Qinwu thought the paintings really were good. His fleet also lacked some presentable artwork.
Since the man had brought them over, he might as well do him a favor. He could trade some unimportant weapons for the paintings, hang them around the hangar decks, and boost everyone's spirits before deployments.
The Tribune hurriedly added:
"My lord, Macragge's artists wish to personally paint you and erect statues of you. The finest works will be placed on the Triumphal Arch!"
Li Qinwu's brow twitched. He turned and stared seriously at the Tribune.
"Are you sure? You'll paint me, build statues of me, and then put them on the Triumphal Arch?"
The Tribune nodded rapidly.
"That's right, on the Triumphal Arch, and near the front!"
Li Qinwu leaned closer and asked quietly:
"How near the front?"
The Tribune leaned closer and answered in a low voice:
"Further forward than Guilliman!"
A greasy smile immediately spread across Li Qinwu's face.
"Excellent. If you handle this well, there'll be plenty in it for you!"
A man lived for fame and profit. If he could visit a planet and leave behind his own