Chen Ming walked up to the counter and got straight to the point, asking, "Boss, what do you take here?"
The boss pointed to a small sign standing next to him and said, "It's written right there, metal ores and ingots, and used weapons."
"Nothing else?"
"Legitimate business, nothing else."
"Alright."
Chen Ming took out a small piece of White Cloud Steel Ingot that he specifically cut before disembarking and placed it on the table, asking, "Do you take this?"
The boss picked up the small piece of White Cloud Steel, looked at it, and asked, "Just took out a Mechanical Race?"
"Yes."
"How many?"
"One, 200 kilograms."
Because Chen Ming had previously modified the ship's armor, using up part of it, and he still needed to keep some in reserve.
This was all he could sell.
The boss, having received Chen Ming's response, immediately said, "I'll take it. I can offer 15,000 per kilogram."
