Chapter 627 Booker Interstellar Trade Group

The problem of survival has been temporarily solved. Next, it is the problem of development.

Qihang Star meets the basic requirements of the Wise Rat Corps in a way that is stuck to the lower limit. After all, if the resources are a little richer, this star region will not be desolate for so long.

This is a chaotic area where people may fight to the death for a little food.

But the lower limit is not enough. The development of the tribe requires a better environment, more energy, and more abundant resources.

The Wise Rats need to gain a foothold in this chaotic galaxy and build a paradise on earth for the noble master.

Dimi needs to accumulate enough energy to wake up the sleeping Queen Shirley and lead the swarm to a new glory.

So with a place to settle down, the next step is to have enough large equipment to mine the required metal veins first.

Unfortunately, when setting off from the hometown of the Wise Rats, in order to bring as many tribesmen as possible, all the transport ships were packed full.

Although several sets of industrial mother machine-level processing equipment were reserved, no one expected that some resources required in the initial stage of downward manufacturing would become a stumbling block here.

This is like a group of top engineers stranded on a deserted island. There are no obstacles in terms of technical level, manufacturing ideas, and processing tools. They even have finished blueprints of star destroyers, but they lack various rare metals such as cesium, lanthanum, tungsten, and radium.

Faced with such an embarrassing situation, Dimi proposed a relatively safe idea.

Looting the surrounding area when you first arrive is likely to cause public outrage and lead to unnecessary trouble.

After all, it is a traditional consensus for local forces to deal with foreign forces by banding together anywhere.

Therefore, Dimi is ready to open up foreign trade and use the idle spacecraft in his hands to exchange for the resources needed for development and start-up, which is less likely to cause a backlash from local forces.

"Instead of letting the spacecraft sit there and eat dust, it is better to take them out and exchange them for the currency of this star region, purchase the raw materials and basic equipment we need, and quickly roll out the industrial system."

After a little consideration, Han Fei agreed with Dimi's opinion.

"Sell some transport ships, and the reconnaissance ships and main battleships cannot be moved!"

"Understood."

With the approval of the master, the wise mice acted quickly.

They picked out a dozen transport ships that were less affected by cosmic dust and looked 90% new. They concentrated the remaining energy on the ships, and led by Holt, they headed straight to the edge of the withered star ring.

Here, there are several recycling stations for goods.

Holt first came to the territory of Booker's scavenging group. On the big sign, there were several characters written in several mainstream languages ​​of the Broken Star Sea: [Booker Interstellar Trade Group].

These days, identities are given by oneself! Garbage collection and scavenging groups are not very good, and interstellar trade seems to be much more noble.

As the ships of the wise mice entered the reconnaissance range of Booker's scavenging group, the alarmed scavenging group members immediately mobilized.

When Holt got off the broken ship, he saw Booker, the leader of the scavenging group, who was fully armed.

He was wearing a power armor that he had bought from somewhere unknown. Although it was old, it was polished spotlessly.

As they both make a living in this area, Holt and Booker are obviously very familiar with each other. After all, one robs and the other sells stolen goods, so they are naturally interdependent partners.

"Yo yo yo! Holt, you have made a fortune!"

"Where did you steal this big thing from? Today you finally have a conscience and come to take care of your uncle Booker's business?"

Holt pretended to quietly pull Booker over and walked aside.

"How can it be called stealing? Can I do this?"

"I met a wandering force, and I am now a guide for them!"

"They don't know how long they have been floating outside. Now they lack energy, supplies, materials, and everything."

"You know my situation. I am penniless. I had to give them an idea. Let them sell some ships. When they have money, they can buy materials and repair their other ships."

"There is a good thing. I thought of you first!"

Booker looked at the spaceship that was slowly circling in the air and waiting to dock. Although it looked like an ordinary transport ship at first glance, he was still vigilant:

"Holt, I tell you, the star ring is not peaceful now. If it weren't for you being an acquaintance, I would not let any of their ships enter the port."

"Inspect the goods first! You know the rules!"

"Let them come down one by one to check. After checking one, let another one go."

Soon, with the cooperation of the wise mice, the engineers of Booker's scavenging group began to inspect the spaceship.

The Broken Star Sea is a place where all kinds of people come together. Each faction has its own equipment and technology, and many technological development directions are very different and unrelated.

So over time, a set of universal evaluation criteria has been formed.

No matter what Zenith Star technology or water droplet man-made objects you have, the core indicators of a spacecraft are just a few.

Weapons and firepower, speed and range, structure and defense, load capacity and hull appearance.

The transport spacecraft built by the wise mice for migration, except for the loss of beauty and firepower, all other parameters are quite excellent.

When checking the third ship, Booker already had an idea in his mind, this is definitely a good deal.

Next, it was time to enter the price negotiation stage.

Erica, who came on behalf of the Wisdom Rat Civilization, was a professional selected from a tribe. She was a very good bargainer.

The two sides went back and forth, and even Booker, an old hand, felt that it was quite difficult.

In the end, Booker bought the spaceships at a price of 220,000 Kananul per ship.

This was almost half the market price. There was no other way!

Second-hand ships were sold in a hurry, so discounts were inevitable.

In the recycling station in this star field, the price given by Booker Trade was usually relatively high. Otherwise, Erica would not let Holt lead the way here.

Of course, there were other reasons behind Booker's willingness to give a high price.

Watching Holt and the crew of the Wisdom Rat Clan squeeze onto the last two spaceships and start the engine to leave the airport, Booker immediately dialed a communication.

In a distant asteroid belt, a plundering fleet of more than a dozen modified warships soon emerged.

This is why Booker is willing to pay a high price. If the price is not high, how can he attract fat sheep?

Not long after, a short exchange of fire broke out in the starry sky. This unlucky looting fleet was easily defeated by the warships of the wise rats that had been waiting in outer space.

After all, it is the main fleet of the silicon-based civilization developed after the technological explosion. If it can't even beat the scavengers, it would be too absurd.

Only half a day later, Holt's spaceship came back and appeared again above the sign of Booker Interstellar Trade Group.

"Hey, old Booker, I got a new batch of spaceships, and they are all universal models in this star region. Today I will take care of your business, you have to give me a fair price."

Looking at the familiar spaceships strung together in space, Captain Booker's face was stiff, his hands covered his chest, holding the last bit of hope and asked: "How did you get these?"

"Oh, this new force has a fleet of warships. I am afraid that it will affect your company's business, so I let them stay outside and wait."

"Isn't this a coincidence! I just left and met my colleagues."

"By the way, will you accept the captives of these robbers? If not, they are going to throw them directly into outer space!"

Booker, who suffered a 10,000-point critical hit in his heart, twitched his facial muscles for a long time, and finally squeezed out a vicious "accept" from his teeth.

Since everyone didn't tear their faces apart in public, he couldn't blame the other party for doing the fifteenth since he did it on the first day of the month.

After all, Booker had to face the consequences of losing money on these plundered ships and captives.

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