The half-bird man was stunned by Qin Lang's question, and then he explained in a panic.

Only then did he understand that it turned out that the half-bird named "Vic" was the trading market manager of the space station. He could obtain information about the goods trading in the market from the background of the space station.

Vic also explained why they were so anxious.

This group of half-birds now needs technical modules not only for daily maintenance of the space station, but also as bargaining chips to request the supply center of the star branch to send logistics cargo ships to the g26k galaxy.

It sounds nice, but in fact they just want to take advantage of the low price to release all the technical modules and take the opportunity to make money.

Of course Qin Lang refused righteously.

He is not some holy mother who provides selfless help to this group of people who are cute on the outside but profiteers on the inside. Although he has a fortune of over 100 million now, who would have too much money?

Of course, it’s not good to refuse too completely.

Looking at the pitiful expression of the half-bird in front of him, Qin Lang rolled his eyes: "Let's do this. I definitely can't sell all of these technical modules to you, but I can give you a small part."

After folding his hands and making an estimate, he continued: "Just a thousand. I can sell you a thousand technical modules at the current market price."

Hearing him say "the current market price," the eyes of the two half-bird men immediately shone.

"but"

Qin Lang chuckled: "But you also need to pay something in exchange."

"Gugu...in exchange for what?" The half-bird man looked up at him.

"Trade Exemption Letter."

As the saying goes, "Those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters." But for Qin Lang, he didn't want the money he earned to be lost in seemingly insignificant places.

The so-called trade exemption letter is simply a "tax-free ultimatum". In "Deep Space", each space station will charge a fee for the spacecraft that trades here in the name of "handling fee", and the amount collected is the trade goods.

5% of total value.

This fee seems to be only an inconspicuous 5%, but if you just calculate that you have 800 million worth of technology modules, you will have to pay 4 million Galaxy coins to land on the space station.

Even the gray-walled hub under his feet, if it weren't for the fact that it was his first time to land on the space station of the Marchand Civilization and enjoy a "free privilege for newbies", he might have lost a lot of money right after he arrived.

Therefore, for Qin Lang, this exemption letter that allows him to avoid paying fees is very useful.

After counting on his fingers, Qin Lang said with a smile: "For the sake of your sincere purchase, I will not ask for more. For 500 exemption letters, I will transfer a thousand technical modules according to the market price.

In your name."

"Cuckoo?!" Before Vic could say anything, Witte, the webmaster behind it, became anxious, "Power-for-money trade! You are asking us for power-for-money trade!"

After hearing this, Vic turned his head and looked at his boss in surprise, with an expression as if he had seen an idiot.

The half-bird webmaster was excited: "Gu Gu Gu Gu! We are the Marchans who value fairness and justice the most! This kind of power-money transaction has made our transactions no longer pure and fair!"

"Hey, it can't be so serious." Qin Lang chuckled, "We call this 'everyone gets what he needs'! And the business in Gray Wall Hub is so deserted. In the office of Webmaster Witte, there is probably a backlog of idle exemption letters.

Are you worried?"

"Gu Gu Gu Gu! Refuse! We, the Marchans, will resolutely resist the transaction of power and money even if we give up the deal and close down my space station!" The half-bird Werther said with a loud voice and righteous words.

"Webmaster, boss... don't be like this, Gugu?" Vic glanced at Qin Lang with a guilty conscience. After seeing no change in his expression, he quickly turned to look at Witte.

However, Werther didn't know where his brain circuit was blocked, and he still looked like he was in a state of indifference, with his red beak almost raised to the sky.

"This...Mr. Qin Lang..." Vic was caught in the middle and was in a dilemma.

It can be seen that the market trading manager still thinks that trading can be carried out. However, after being manipulated by Witte, it is difficult to reconcile.

Seeing their reaction, Qin Lang couldn't help grinning, showing a mean smile, and got close to Vick: "I said, are you really not going to want it?"

"1000 technical modules?"

"Only sell the market price, 5,700 each?"

"The price of technical modules has been reduced by 83%?"

It was obviously an extremely unflattering tone, but the expressions of Vic and Werther became more and more subtle.

Finally, after a long moment of silence, Vic, who couldn't hold it in any longer, let out a grunt, slapped his thigh, and pulled Werther away from behind.

"Gu Gu Gu Gu! Station Master Witte, come with me!"

…

Qin Lang sat on the sofa with great interest and waited for about ten minutes.

Then the two half-birds returned to him with embarrassed faces. Qin Lang laughed out loud when he saw the two birds' feathers were messy and their steps were frivolous.

I don’t know whether the two of them went to have a fight or to "have a fight"?

"Gu Gu Gu Gu... Mr. Qin Lang, I'm sorry for my rude behavior in front of you just now." Witte spoke first.

If the feathers hadn't covered its head, the half-bird would have been blushing with shame.

"Hahaha, it's okay. As for transactions, such disputes are common." Qin Lang chuckled and acted very cheerful.

Seeing that Qin Lang was not angry, Witte quickly reported the results of their discussion: "Well, Mr. Qin Lang, we can issue a trade exemption letter, but 500 is a bit too much. Do you think... can two hundred be okay?"

"A little less. About four hundred."

"Three hundred, no, no more, Gugu!" Werther said loudly.

"Three hundred and fifty, the technical modules will be sold to you at 5,500 Galaxy coins each."

"Deal!" the two half-birds shouted in unison.

Qin Lang also laughed: "Okay, deal."

He didn't even know how many star systems he would visit in the future. But with the trade exemption letter from the Marchan tribe, at least for a month, he wouldn't have to pay more for the 5% handling fee.

After all, as a well-known trading race in the entire galaxy, the trade exemption letters issued by the Marchand are common to all space stations of all races.

Qin Lang unknowingly gained himself a lot of hidden wealth.

At noon that day.

Qin Lang, who received 350 exemption letters, traded a thousand technical modules to the webmaster Witte through a private transaction initiated face to face at a price of 5,500 Galaxy coins each. Then he said goodbye to the two half-birds.

Prepare to depart for other nearby galaxies.

They also personally sent Qin Lang to the spacecraft.

"Mr. Qin Lang, welcome to come to Gray Wall Hub often in the future, Gugu!" After receiving the goods, Witte was in high spirits and in a good mood.

"If I have the chance, I will." Qin Lang nodded, and then seemed to remember something: "Oh, by the way, Webmaster Witte. I will teach you a common saying of our human race."

"Gugu? What is the saying?"

"It's very simple, only two words."

Qin Lang chuckled and raised a finger: "It smells so good!"

He didn't care whether Werther understood or not, so he got into the spacecraft and pushed the engine's starting brake.
Chapter completed!