The worker trembled, looked at Abushi, and twitched his cheeks. "How many tons?"
Abushi cleared her throat. "Five million tons. Our civilization specializes in raising the Starry Night Shells. We've accumulated this much stock over the years."
"Ahem... is there a limit on how much we can consign here?"
"Oh, I see your civilization's information. You did state that you specialize in raising the Starry Night Shells... we have no consignment limit."
The worker soon regained his composure. Over the years, he had encountered all sorts of strange civilizations. He offered a kind reminder. "I must remind you that the current market rate is 136.36 tons per Wanhai Coin, with a price index of 105.6. That's considerably cheaper than your asking price."
"An order this large might take many, many years to sell. Are you sure you don't want to lower the price?"
"No, no. The current price isn't normal to begin with. We can't go any lower," Abushi said, somewhat annoyed. "All the major civilizations are buying up Divine Beast remains. That's temporarily depressed the price of the Starry Night Shells!"
"The price will definitely return to normal in the future. It's not as though they've become useless!"
"You have a point. Prices always fluctuate around value," the worker said reassuringly.
Of course, that cycle might be a little long. If you wanted to sell all this stock at its original price, you might have to wait centuries!
Still, he couldn't care less what the Akala Civilization did. What did any of this have to do with him, anyway?
Before long, Abushi called over her subordinates and had them bring the Space Gourd.
After some modifications, the Space Gourd looked completely different. It had been embedded inside a large truck. Opening the truck's cargo doors allowed entry into its