{We are very sorry, dear human friends.}
{We sincerely apologize for the rude remarks our M'tok Union previously sent you. Please forgive our transgression.}
{Furthermore, for the sake of friendship between the Stellar Human Military Junta and the M'tok Union, we have prepared an amicable trade treaty. Would your nation be willing to discuss it?}
Looking at the text on the screen, Xi Yan immediately struck a "seriously, dude?" pose, staring at the screen with a frown, utterly baffled.
What was going on?
Why had these fucking Stone People suddenly become so polite?
Had they discovered my deal with the United Nations of Earth and gotten scared?
Unlikely. Never mind how a mole could bypass the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to contact the Stone People; they weren't an alien species that bowed easily in the first place.
Those damn rocks were stubborn as hell.
Unable to make sense of it, Xi Yan could only try replying:
{We would be very willing to engage in friendly trade with you. However, we suggest that both sides negotiate through ambassadors. Given our cultural differences, we do not recommend online communication.}
{Thank you very much for your understanding, human friends. Your suggestion is excellent. Our ambassador can depart at any time and is expected to reach your homeworld in six months. We believe our cooperation will benefit both sides.}
{The Interstellar Human Military Junta warmly welcomes your ambassador. May the friendship between humanity and the M'tok endure as long as the stars.}
Watching Xi Yan personally converse with the aliens, the Empire Ministry of Foreign Affairs' officials were immediately filled with admiration.
As expected of His Excellency the Marshal! He could speak to aliens without even batting an eye. A true hero!
Xi Yan had something else in mind.
*Welcome? Like hell I welcome