Gross had adjusted her mentality and replied with a smile: "It's okay, this is a common thing."
She picked up the file dropped by the Muun people from the ground, took a brief look at the content, shook it and said, "Okay, actually, it's not an exaggeration to kill all three of them just now. Manager."
After saying that, she raised her hand and threw the document onto the body of the Muun.
"Speaking of which, I haven't asked his name yet." Tang Xiao waved for people from the logistics department to come over and clean up the scene.
"I don't think he deserves your name," Gross replied.
Tang Xiao suddenly felt something was wrong, because his sense of the force told him that this youngest master-level business negotiator didn't seem to have much fear. On the contrary, she seemed to quite like it.
That's right, I'm talking about the killing of the Muun just now.
"You...are not afraid? I just killed a person in front of you." Tang Xiao asked with great interest.
"They are just a few rude aliens. Just kill them. I was just thinking, in fact, you don't have to do these things yourself." Gross stroked his golden waves and said with a smile.
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"But the forces behind these aliens can completely crush our fourth civilization. Doesn't it matter?"
"This is only temporary, Manager."
Tang Xiao stared at her big lake-blue eyes, and after a few seconds he waved and said: "In that case, you can go down first. By the way, you will stay with Clement in the administrative department for the next few days.
Let’s study.”
"Okay, then I'll take my leave, manager." Gross-Shelbia bowed slightly to Tang Xiao generously, then turned and left.
Tang Xiao looked at the Muun corpses on the ground, waved his hands and said to the people in the logistics department: "Throw this smelly thing into the excrement collector."
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The core area of the Milky Way, the capital of the Galactic Republic, Coruscant (t).
On this planet, which is about the same size as the Earth and about 12,240 kilometers in diameter, there are representatives of various planets in the Milky Way, as well as personnel from various prominent organizations, large and small, as well as various existences from three religions and nine streams.
A full trillion people live on this planet.
Almost the entire surface of the over-exploited planet has been urbanized, and even the mountains and oceans have been completely destroyed and developed, but this is not enough. Coruscant has a multi-layered structure, with a total of 5127 layers. It can be said that almost the entire planet
The earth's crust has been transformed into cities.
Among these 5127 layers, the lower the place, the darker and more chaotic it is. On the other hand, those so-called superior people who are well-dressed are qualified to live on the surface of the planet. These are also the most powerful people in the entire galaxy.
A modified Priest-class shuttle entered Coruscant's atmosphere, then headed directly toward the underground world. Finally, it parked at a spaceport on the 100th floor.
The cabin door of the spaceship opened, and Francis Underwood walked down, looking at the surrounding buildings with almost no gaps, and only a small patch of sky above his head.
Then a tall, middle-aged woman with a majestic temperament came and stood behind Underwood, and took Underwood's arm very naturally. She was Underwood's wife and most tacit partner, Claire Underwood.
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"We should live under the bright sky, not in this crowded and dirty sewer." Francis said, looking at the sky.
"What the young manager promised us seems a bit far away." Claire smiled lightly.
"It won't last long." Francis patted the back of Claire's arm meaningfully.
Another thin and lean middle-aged man also stepped off the spacecraft and stood behind the Underwoods without saying a word. He was Doug Stamp, Francis' chief of staff and his most effective assistant.
Three T-850s wearing suits and sunglasses came down from behind, and they picked up several large suitcases.
Soon, Rosanna Goodes, the commercial representative of the Fourth Group stationed in Coruscant, came over with several assistants. She saluted Francis very politely and said: "Hello Francis
Sir, I am Rosanna Goodes, the Administrator's commercial representative on Coruscant."
"Ms. Goodes, you can just call me Frank." Francis shook hands with her, and then said straightforwardly: "Let's talk about the current situation first, what we have, and then what needs to be done."
"We are in the process of processing the colonization license and the company registration of the Fourth Group. We currently have a residence and a small office on the 100th floor. In terms of funds, the Galaxy Credit Points are about 200,000, and there will be a trust fund that will be transferred one after another.
If you give us funds, there should be 1 to 2 million credits in the future." Rosanna replied.
"This basically makes us start from scratch." Claire said with a frown.
"At least it's better than when I came out of the military academy and ran for Congress with nothing." Francis smiled, "I would rather say that I like this environment better."
"But..." Claire still felt a little uncomfortable.
"We don't have many chess pieces to use, not only on Coruscant, but also on the Fourth Group. The industrial capabilities of the colonies are changing every day, and if we can't keep up with this speed and do more, I
I believe the promise he gave is just empty words." Francis smiled meaningfully and pointed out the key to the problem.
Not only the promise Tang Xiao gave them, but more importantly, the value they could bring to Tang Xiao.
Claire nodded and sighed softly.
Francis turned to Rosanna and said: "For now, we need a place to stay. Maybe we won't be able to do anything with the permit for a while."
"It's okay, Mr. Frank. The manager asked me to fully assist you in your work. If you need anything, just ask." After Rosanna finished speaking, she and her assistant took Francis to an apartment area and entered an apartment.
It's a fairly spacious house.
T-850 opened the suitcase and took out the clothes and hung them up. Most of them were Claire's evening gowns.
Francis had already opened his personal terminal, put on his glasses and looked at the files inside, "OK, let's start working, Claire. The plan you proposed before can now start working initially."
"Where is the candidate?" Claire asked.
"Rosanna gave a message that the food production on Rodia planet is currently decreasing, and they are looking for more food import channels."
"But the Trade Federation took the opportunity to increase transportation costs by 2%..." Doug also took out the document and said.
"Eldin, the representative of the Rodia Planet Import and Export Trading Company in Coruscant." Francis named a name, "He lives... on the 20th floor of Coruscant, in the planet's executive residential area."
"In the name of the Fourth Group or..."
Francis smiled, "Of course it's a new association, the Galaxy Outer Planet Mutual Aid Fund. Don't forget, you are the advocate of this foundation."
