"Especially for large-scale purchases, everything needs to be reported to the Federation for background checks."
"For large-scale purchases like ours, it won't work without qualifications. Even if we have qualifications, the Federation will definitely intervene with background checks, for fear that you all..."
At this point.
Fatty Pig stiffened, a flicker of terror in his eyes as if he'd thought of something. His voice suddenly started to tremble, and he slowly stood up from his chair, backing away with a shaky voice.
"Uh, I'll ask about the specifics for you."
"This situation might not be exactly as it seems."
"Wait here for me."
"Stop."
Kerr Cowell said calmly, "Take another step, and you'll lose your legs."
"Huh!"
He drew a soft breath, yanking Fatty Pig to stand in front of him, and spoke softly, word by word, "I'll repeat my request. I want this batch of goods, and as a gesture of sincerity, I'm even willing to pay a substantial sum for it."
