As Su Ming took Daisy to see the synthezoid prostitutes, the hatch of another transport ship not far from them slowly opened. A blue-skinned man in a red trench coat, a toothpick hanging from his mouth, swaggered down the gangway.
As though the frigid air here carried a fragrance, he took a deep breath, bared his yellow teeth, and spat into the snow. "Ha! I made it back alive again, boys! Three days off! Grab your share and get lost! Hahaha!"
"Captain, you're the best!"
"Long live the Captain!"
"The boss is handing out the money!"
"Fuck, I've missed my Technician No. T0032 so much! Here I come!"
The air instantly fell silent. Every filthy, crooked-looking man turned to stare at the last guy who had ruined the mood. Sure, everyone had a technician on their mind, but they had not gotten their money yet. First, they had to butter up the boss!
Contraxia was fun, but it was also brutally realistic. Without the local "Joy Tokens," those synthezoid prostitutes did not care who you were.
For Marauders, the currencies in their hands were often complicated: Xandar's Credit Points, the Interstellar Federation's energy currency, Sovereign gold coins, and so on. Whether a currency could circulate throughout the universe and retain its value depended entirely on whether the power behind it was strong enough.
In other words, whether it could provide sufficient payment guarantees.
But sometimes national strength alone was not enough. For instance, although the Kree Empire was powerful, its internal currency consisted of electronic points divided into military merit and social contribution, all centrally managed by the Supreme Intelligence. That was not something that could circulate outside its borders.
Meanwhile, Contraxia's Joy Tokens had gradually begun to show signs of becoming a universal currency in recent years.
After all,