While they were still marveling, Chu Sheng had already walked forward.
There was a vortex behind them, and another one ahead.
One connected to their side, and the other to the opposite side.
Between the two vortices stood a low table. It was small, but just right for two people to sit down and talk.
Chu Sheng walked up to the table and sat cross-legged.
On the table were a teapot, two cups, two pens, and a blank contract.
Steam rose from both teacups, which were filled with piping-hot tea.
Everything looked formal, with a touch of solemnity.
Captain Hui walked over, marveling at the trade space Chu Sheng had created. "Whatever else you might say, this trade space of yours really does look official."
"You even brought a contract in here."
Chu Sheng shook his head at that. "This space changes according to my wishes. Since we're trading, we ought to make it a little more formal."
"As for this contract..."
Chu Sheng paused, glanced at the contract on the table, and said calmly, "This contract is just a copy of the original."
"It only takes a little mental power to produce one. This contract can be used for certain special transactions, such as stable, long-term trade. Most transactions won't need it, though. I put it here just to emphasize how serious and formal the trade is, and to help the other party lower their guard."
At that point, he gave an enigmatic smile and picked up the contract. Sensing the information the paper transmitted into his mind, he continued, "Besides, who says this contract itself can't be traded?"
"In the apocalypse, I believe everyone needs binding agreements for their trades."
Captain Hui nodded at Chu Sheng's words. "You're right."
"For you, this trade space is practically a strategic