Gross has adjusted her mentality and replied with a smile: "It's okay, this is a common thing."
She picked up the document dropped by the Muuns from the ground, glanced at the contents, shook the document and said, "Well, it's not too much for you to kill all three of them just now, Supreme Commander."
After speaking, she raised her hand and threw the document on the Muun's body.
"Speaking of which, I haven't asked his name yet." Tang Xiao waved for people from the logistics department to come and clean up the scene.
"I don't think he deserves to let you know his name," Gross replied.
Tang Xiao suddenly felt something was wrong because the perception 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 like it quite a bit.
That's right, it was about killing that Muun man just now.
"You... aren't afraid? I just killed someone in front of you." Tang Xiao asked with great interest.
"It's just a few rude aliens. If you kill them, you can kill them. I was just thinking, in fact, you don't have to do these things yourself." Gross stroked her big golden waves and said with a smile.
"But the forces behind these aliens can completely crush our Fourth Civilization. Doesn't it matter?"
"This is only temporary, Supreme Commander."
Tang Xiao stared at her big lake-blue eyes, waved his hand after a few seconds and said, "In that case, you should go down first, by the way, you will be temporarily at Clement's side of the administrative department for a few days Learn."
"Okay, then I'll take my leave, Supreme Commander." Gross Shelby generously bowed slightly to Tang Xiao, then turned and left.
Tang Xiao looked at the Muun corpse on the ground, waved his hands and said to the people in the logistics department: "Throw this stinking thing into the excrement collector."
...
The core area of the Galaxy, the capital of the Galactic Republic, Coruscant.
On this planet, which is about the size of the Earth and has a diameter of about 12,240 kilometers, there are representatives of various planets in the Galaxy, as well as personnel from various organizations of various sizes that have been on the table, as well as various existences of various religions and nine streams.
A full trillion people live on this planet.
Almost the entire surface of an overexploited 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-layer structure with a total of 5127 floors. It can be said that almost the entire crust of the planet has been transformed into a city.
Among the 5127 floors, the lower the place, the darker and more chaotic it is. On the contrary, those so-called masters who are well-dressed are qualified to live on the surface of the planet, and these are also the most powerful people in the entire Galaxy.
A modified Shuttle sailed into the atmosphere of Coruscant and then headed directly for the underground world. Finally, it anchored on a spaceport on the 100th floor.
The hatch of the spaceship opened and stepped down Francis Underwood stepped down, looking at the surrounding buildings with almost no gaps, and there was only a small piece of sky above his head.
Then a tall, dignified middle-aged woman came over and stood behind Underwood, taking Underwood's arm very naturally. She is Underwood's wife and the most tacit partner, Claire Underwood.
"We should live under the bright sky, not in this crowded and dirty sewer," Francis said looking at the sky.
"What the young Supreme Commander promised us seems a little far away." Claire smiled faintly.
"It won't last long." Francis patted the back of Claire's arm meaningfully.
Another lean middle-aged man also got off the spaceship and stood behind the Underwood couple without saying a word. He was Doug StampER, Francis' chief of staff and his right-hand man.
Three T-850s wearing suits and sunglasses came down from the back, and several large suitcases were brought down.
Soon, Roseanne Gudes, the business representative of the Fourth Group stationed in Coruscant, came over with a few assistants. She saluted Francis very politely and said, "Hi Francis Sir, I am Roseanne Goods, the Supreme Commander's business representative on Coruscant."
"Ms. Goods, you can just call me Frank." Francis shook hands with her, and then said bluntly: "Let's talk about the current situation first, what we have, and then what we need to do."
"We are in the process of handling the colonial permit and the registration of the Fourth Group of companies. Currently, we have a residence and a small office on the 100th floor. In terms of funds, Galaxy credits are about 200,000, and there will be a trust fund that will be transferred one after another. Give us the funds, and there should be 1 to 2 million credit points in the future." Roseanne replied.
"It's basically starting from scratch," Claire said, frowning.
"At least it's better than when I came out of the military academy and went to run for parliament with nothing." Francis smiled. "It's better to 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 in Coruscant but also in the Fourth Group. The industrial capabilities of the colony are changing every day, and if we can't keep up with this speed and do more things, I will believe that the promise he gave isn't just empty words." Francis smiled meaningfully and pointed out the crux of the problem.
Not only Tang Xiao's promise to them, but more importantly, the value they can bring to Tang Xiao.
Claire nodded, sighing slightly.
Francis turned to Roseanne and said, "Right now, we need a place to live. Maybe we won't be able to do anything about permits for a while."
"It's okay, Mr. Frank. The Supreme Commander 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 a fairly spacious residence.
T-850 opened the suitcase, took out clothes and hung them up, most of them were Claire's evening dresses.
And Francis has already turned on his personal terminal, put on his glasses to look at the files inside, "OK, let's start working, Claire, the plan you proposed before can start working now."
"Who's the candidate?" Claire asked.
"Rosana gave a piece of news that Planet Rodia's food production is currently decreasing, and they are looking for more food import channels."
"But the Trade Federation seized the opportunity to increase the transportation fee by 2%..." Doug also took out the document and said.
"Erdin, the representative of the Rodia Planetary Import and Export Trading Company in Coruscant." Francis said a name, "He lives... on the 20th floor of Coruscant, the residential area of the planet's executive staff."
"In the name of the Fourth Group or..."
Francis smiled, "Naturally it is a new association, the Mutual Aid Fund for Planets Outer Rim of the Galaxy. Don't forget, you are the advocate of this foundation."