The sudden scene change in the VIP room made Li Wenyuan instantly alert and then gradually realized.

The alien named Braining in front of him probably regarded the synthetic humans under his control as messengers from the omnic civilization.

Omnic civilization is a civilization composed of intelligent machines. They generally have Gestalt consciousness. The entire civilization is a derivative of a huge consciousness. Only a small number of special individuals have semi-independent consciousness.

After all, in the interstellar era, the bionic skin on the synthetic human body does not have much blocking effect, and it is easy to find that it is actually a robot.

After careful consideration, Li Wenyuan decided to continue according to their ideas.

If they can be made to think that the person sitting across from them represents a "civilization" rather than an "individual", then his living environment should be much safer.

He has never been afraid to speculate on interstellar society with the worst possible malice.

"...The process has been arranged." Li Wenyuan imitated the program sound he often heard in the virtual world, and saw the expression of relief on the face of Braining opposite him.

Immediately afterwards, he asked his first question in a deep voice: "So, can you allow us to ask first, how much living metal do you have that you can sell?"

As one of the scarcest rare metals in the interstellar world, living metals have always had a price but no market. They are almost monopolized in the hands of a few larger global companies, with only sporadic output coming from interstellar adventurers.

Although Corebo has strong capabilities, it failed to get a share of the pie in this area because it started too late.

Therefore, when the news came that living metal was leaking out of Enclave No. 13 in this border galaxy, the top management of Corebo immediately paid attention to it.

And when they discovered that the person who took out the living metal was not an adventurer, but an omnic from an omnic civilization, they immediately felt that they had found a treasure.

Except for those mysterious ancient civilizations, no civilization in the interstellar world would let go of the living metal they get.

Not only because of its rarity, but also because of a certain technology related to the upgrading of civilization... there must be a sufficient stock of living metal.

Li Wenyuan, who was thinking about it, decided to use some methods that might be used by omnic civilization to display the living metal he brought.

I saw the synthetic man's prosthetic eye moving slightly, and actually shot a projection beam, projecting a square piece of silver metal into the center of the conference room. At the same time, a large amount of data was marked next to the projection, regardless of this group of aliens.

People don’t understand.

But Branin's pupils shrank, and he said with disbelief: "Such a big piece? If this amount is... it's almost close to the output of the entire galaxy in a year..."

Li Wenyuan naturally heard this surprised voice, and immediately became very curious about this metal.

After all, on a cosmic scale, this cubic meter of living metal is not even comparable to sand. Why can it lead to competition among interstellar civilizations?

Although curious, the synthesizer under his control remained expressionless, and even the signal did not change.

The blurry projections of the senior executives of Corebo also shook, as if they were whispering.

After a while, Braining seemed to have received an order from his superiors and proactively suggested:

"We are very willing to trade with you and are willing to purchase unlimited living metals at a premium of 50%. If you are willing to entrust us, Corebo Trading Company, as the exclusive seller, the price can be raised to 200%. What do you think?

?”

"A 200% premium?" Li Wenyuan in the virtual world was speechless for a while. While lamenting that living metal was such a hugely profitable commodity, he rejected Braining's proposal.

He himself doesn’t know how to produce this thing yet. What if he wants to use it in the future?

And he understands the principle of keeping wealth secret. If this interstellar enterprise confirms that it is indeed capable of supplying living metals in batches, it may take action against him in the next second.

Li Wenyuan's answer seemed to have been expected by them, and Braining continued as if nothing had happened:

"Although it is a pity that we have not been able to reach this agreement with you, Corebo will always be your best trading partner. Then the energy coins for purchasing this batch of living metals are transferred to the credit account of your civilization through the interstellar bank.

Or should you transport it yourself?"

Account? Ship away?

Li Wenyuan, who controlled the synthetic man, was stunned for a moment. After thinking about it again and again, he decided to answer this way:

"...We will not accept energy coins for the time being. Target requirements: Kelis standard reinforced alloy; Level 3 energy core; Zero."

He doesn't know the process of these transactions now, but he understands that the less information he exposes, the more other civilizations can look at him with speculative thinking instead of taking action immediately.

He plans to directly bring resources back to his home planet, and then not go out for at least 50 years, and then go to the interstellar to see when he is tired.

After he revealed the raw materials for repairing the "Level 4 Singularity" of the energy facility on his home planet, the entire conference room fell into a strange atmosphere under his words.

Not only Braining looked at the synthesizer in surprise, but even the projection of the top management of Corebo shook, as if there was an argument due to his needs.

But Braining couldn't help but confirm it again: "You mean, you need Kelis standard reinforced alloy, and...Zero?"

"..." The strange behavior of these people made Li Wenyuan in the virtual world nervous and nodded subconsciously.

This time, everyone in the conference room looked at each other, and Braining said in a very regretful tone:

"The Kelis galaxy was destroyed 5 million years ago and no longer produces reinforced alloys. However, the Sadefu reinforced alloys used in small quantities in today's society can meet the same requirements. We can provide this."

"As for Zero..." When talking about this thing, Braining looked at the synthetic man up and down with strange eyes.

"As for the hallucinogenic gas like Zero, you can only ask those stupid idealist civilizations... I would like to remind you in advance that those idealistic magicians are not as easy to talk to omnics as we are."

What he meant made Monk Li Wenyuan a little confused, but even so, the transaction went on with bumps and bumps.

After the deal was concluded and Li Wenyuan was about to leave, Braining suddenly walked up to him cordially and extended a hand very naturally, as if he wanted to shake hands.

Because his posture was so natural, Li Wenyuan didn't even think much and just held it.

But this time, Braining seemed to be shocked by something, and his eyes became empty for a moment.

It wasn't until the synthetic man left that he gradually returned to his normal state. Then his whole body fell limp to the ground, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was breathing heavily.

Immediately afterwards, regardless of his physical weakness, he dialed the communication line with his boss.

"……how?"

"It failed. The hacker program in my body was like being thrown into a black hole, without any response. Not only that, I also had a premonition of being invaded. If I hadn't interrupted all the links to the prosthetic limbs in time, I'm afraid the existence behind him

Already connected to the network here."

"...It's such a terrifying civilization. Even the curator's hacking skills are ineffective? No wonder you can take out so many living metals at will. It seems that you can't follow the clues to find their sources... You should also seize the time to replace them.

Prosthetics, just in case they might leave a back door."

"Already doing this..." Braining skillfully removed the mechanical prosthetic body on his body and arranged for his subordinates to bring new parts.

Then he seemed to remember something, and asked with some confusion: "...According to your order, I used the 'handshake ceremony' to test him. He did not show anything abnormal. Is there any problem with this?"

The boss on the communication equipment side was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "...There is no abnormality, it's just the biggest abnormality..."

"...5 million years ago...Kelis...Zero..." He murmured these words, and suddenly seemed to have a guess, so he asked in a deep voice:

"...What do you think he calls himself?"

Branin was startled by his boss's sudden solemn tone, and quickly replied: "He said he was a 'guardian.'"

"Guardian..." The boss on the other end of the equipment suddenly showed a stunned expression, and then asked about Branin as if he was taking a test:

"Observer, Watcher, Far Traveler and Silent One...you should know something about these four names, right?"

And Braining quickly replied:

"Of course, these are the four most mysterious civilizations in the galaxy. No one knows when they existed. They only know that their economic strength, technological strength, and military strength are as high as gods. In their eyes, ordinary interstellar civilizations are

Even worse than an ant."

"...That's a good answer. Most of the living metals on the market come from them, so that the hope of upgrading civilization will not be cut off..."

Braining understood every word of his boss, but he seemed not to understand at all and didn't know why he said what he said.

Immediately afterwards, the boss said in a relaxed tone like telling a story: "When I was young, I followed my grandfather on adventures in the stars, explored many galaxies, and saw many interesting things..."

"What impressed me the most was a mural with a history of tens of millions of years, which told the story of a great civilization fighting against cosmic threats."

"The ending of this story is that this civilization mysteriously disappeared from the universe, and no one knows where they went."

"And the 'handshake ceremony' is what I learned from this mural. It is an action that expresses 'intimate'. In the entire galaxy, apart from us, there does not seem to be a second civilization that uses this etiquette.

"

The boss's words made Braining gradually have a photographable conjecture in his mind, and his expression became more exciting at this time: "Could it be that..."

"...Although it's just a conjecture, don't you think-" At this point, the boss paused for a moment before saying with a smile:

"——Is the name 'Guardian' very similar to those mysterious civilizations?"

Branin was suddenly shocked, and then immediately became confused: "But why does a civilization that has reached this point still need to trade resources with us? Shouldn't they be short of everything?"

The boss at the other end of the communication device chuckled and explained: "The way of thinking of omnic civilization is different from ours, and it is difficult for organic creatures to understand what they are thinking in their hearts."

"And have you forgotten? We 'asked' them to do the deal, not them asking us for the deal."

"Their so-called 'need' may even be just a little bit of collecting hobby."

"After all, we need Zero's omnic... no matter how you sound, it's outrageous, isn't it?"

Braining suddenly understood and said in agreement: "You are right. This product of the idealist civilization is indeed too outrageous for the materialistic world view. It is an existence that every materialist scorns."

"...In short, this omnic civilization named 'Guardians' is a mysterious civilization similar to 'Observers'. Add them to our friendly - no, VIP list."

"If you see their omnics again, you must spare no effort to give them preferential treatment and try to leave a good impression on them."

"If we can have them endorse us...even if they only give us a little gift, it will be enough for us to become famous in this galaxy."

"As for those guys who stepped on our heads..." The boss sneered and then said slowly:

"Sooner or later, we will have to let them understand who is the biggest trader in this interstellar world!"

The boss's cold words made Branin's head shrink slightly, but he soon smiled again, because he had already seen this "guardian" civilization being licked by him without sparing any effort, ah no, brought to him under the hospitality.

What a beautiful picture of a gift.

And he will also become a man of the hour in Corebo, rising steadily to a position that he never dared to imagine.


Chapter completed!