"Why did we have to change to such a godforsaken place for the exchange this time? There are so many damn bugs, and each bite leaves a huge welt. It's really annoying..."
The scrawny man with sparse red hair that gave off an air of shrewdness raised his hand and slapped his arm with a "smack," complaining to Wolff beside him in an irritable tone.
In front of them, seven or eight large engineering vehicles crowded on a slightly narrow clearing in the jungle.
People wearing different miner uniforms were operating robotic arms, continuously transferring one heavy-looking box after another from one engineering vehicle to another.
Wolff casually tossed a cigarette to the man, silently lit one for himself, and then shook his head, saying, "There's no choice. People from the mine have come over; we can't just blatantly trade in front of them."
"They sent people again?"
