Before the fat manager could say anything, Wu Qi's hand had already pressed against his big, fair face, which looked like a spongy dough, in a very rude and impolite manner. The manager was one head shorter than him, so he looked down at him and said gravely, "I want no nonsense, no nagging… I just want a planetary ship. Tell me if you have one or not. If yes, I'll buy it at a good price. If no, I'll leave immediately. Don't waste my time, I'm in a rush!"
The manager was struck dumb. Holding his big, fat belly, he gave Wu Qi a roughly three to five degree of 'deep bow' with great effort, then smiled and said, "You've come at the right time, sir! Half a year ago, Treasure Tower had found a planetary ship by chance. Originally, we planned to send it over to Thousand Waves Planet and sell it at a good price during the Rare Treasures Convention that happens every one hundred years. The convention will be held in another three years, but since you, sir, wish to purchase it..."
