Elder Muyu was practically making a sales pitch now.
He knew all too well how powerful Great Xia Weapons were.
All the equipment they had purchased before had proven tremendously effective in battle, countless times better than bows and arrows!
They desperately needed those rifles that spat tongues of flame, those indestructible steel war machines, to reclaim their homeland from the Demon Clan!
More weapons meant more gold coins.
But now, the order was capped at twenty-eight million gold coins.
Seeing Elder Muyu's anxious expression, Lin Mo helplessly spread his hands.
"Elder, the value of your trade is already much higher than the Holy Human Race's."
"Our Permanent Portal hasn't been completed yet, so our delivery capacity is severely limited."
"Don't worry. There will definitely be more opportunities for cooperation later."
Hearing that their amount exceeded the Holy Human Race's immediately made Elder Muyu feel much better.
That was how people were: they worried not about having little, but about unequal shares.
Besides, Lin Mo had a point. Great Xia currently only had a single military force on Terra, and its trading capacity was still far too weak compared with an entire nation.
Taking the equipment trade list Great Xia had provided, he gave the same response-he needed to discuss the specific quantities of weapons and equipment with his people-and left the command tent.
This was their second round of cooperation, and they had spent so much time together that there was little need for negotiations.
As the heads of their delegations, both Kael and Elder Muyu had the authority to decide on this trade deal.
After seeing off his two generous patrons, Lin Mo stepped out of the tent and stretched his limbs.
The sea breeze carried a faint salty tang, but it was refreshing too.
He had just