115: Status rose

Underground, first floor.

He Ming was escorted into a luxuriously decorated private room, surrounded by strange-looking aliens, some with two heads, some with eight arms... The only one who looked somewhat normal was a middle-aged human, about forty years old.

He Ming's thoughts stirred, and the omniscient notebook immediately provided all the information about this middle-aged human.

Wang Sheng, from a protected neutral star in the Milky Way, is an interstellar merchant with a not-so-small business guild, employing dozens of people. His personality, hobbies, personal assets, and past experiences...

He Ming waved at Wang Sheng, who scurried over with a fawning smile, bowing.

He didn't dare to sit next to He Ming, but instead knelt on one knee, in a humble posture, ready to serve at any moment.

"Are you familiar with this area?"

He Ming asked in the common language of Beastman Star.

"Very familiar, extremely familiar. There's nothing on the entire Beastman Star that I'm not familiar with."

There was an element of exaggeration in his words, but He Ming didn't mind.

His goal was to find a clever local to do his bidding, and someone like Wang Sheng was very suitable: adaptable, with extensive contacts, and backed by a formidable small group.

"I need to get some materials to build a fleet."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the private room understood.

This was clearly an interstellar pirate, and one of no small scale.

Upon hearing this, Wang Sheng immediately became even more attentive.

This was no ordinary large order; even if he could only take a small portion, it would be enough for his entire team to retire early.

"What is your esteemed name, sir?"

"He."

Wang Sheng patted his chest and declared, "Boss He, rest assured, leave this matter to me, Wang Sheng, and I'll handle it cleanly and efficiently!"

He Ming pulled out a pre-prepared list from his pocket.

It included basic materials, various types of ores, rare earths, and rare medicinal herbs over 300 years old.

Wang Sheng took the list and his eyelids twitched wildly.

If this list was anything to go by, this was definitely not just a simple interstellar pirate group.

Wang Sheng thought to himself, "Unlimited acquisition of all the above resources... Is this Boss He trying to start a large-scale interstellar war?!"

"Is there a problem?"

"No, no problem!"

Wang Sheng hurriedly and cautiously tucked the list into his pocket, his mouth nearly splitting into a grin, his entire face flushed with excitement.

He Ming then pulled out another list from his pocket: various foods, silver.

"This is the list of goods for settlement."

When he saw this list, Wang Sheng's worldview was once again shattered, and his gaze towards He Ming became even more complex.

There were simply too many types of food: grains, vegetables, fruits, meat, seasonings, cooking oil... These things might seem insignificant, but they were extremely scarce resources on Beastman Star.

He already had a clear guess in his mind: this person was definitely a procurement representative sent by a life star with an extremely mature industrial system.

He Ming: "You can handle this matter. If you do it well, continue. If not, I'll find someone else."

Wang Sheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, bowing and scraping, utterly subservient.

After saying this, He Ming stood up and walked straight out. Wang Sheng bowed and scraped, seeing He Ming out of the private room with a fawning smile.

The Mole-person saw this scene and couldn't help but tremble.

What was Wang Sheng's status?

A renowned interstellar magnate, a prominent figure in this region, whose words could determine the life or death of someone like him.

But even such a person was so humble in front of He Ming.

A strong curiosity gnawed at him, making him itch. The Mole-person really wanted to know what was written on those two lists.

But years of experience living underground reminded him that even a single glance would mean certain death.

Before leaving the private room, He Ming looked back at the Mole-person, who immediately reacted, scurrying to catch up, but no longer daring to be as familiar as before, simply following behind with his head down.

Wang Sheng stood at the private room's entrance until He Ming disappeared from sight, then his expression slowly returned to normal.

He strode back into the private room and plopped down on the central sofa. As soon as his right foot lifted, a dog-headed person bent over and lay on the floor.

Wang Sheng stepped on the dog-headed person's back, and as his right hand slightly raised, someone immediately presented him with a silver-inlaid pipe and lit it for him.

In the corner of the room, an Octopus-person winked, and two Cat-girls immediately came over, serving Wang Sheng on either side.

"Guild Master Wang, do you think our Merman Merchant Guild could get a share of this order?"

The Octopus-person cautiously pulled up a chair and sat diagonally opposite Wang Sheng, his attitude extremely respectful.

"We're all brothers, no need to be so formal."

"I heard you have a batch of purple-gold ore stored up and are worried about finding a buyer. Well, here's an opportunity."

The Octopus-person was overjoyed at the news. One of his tentacles pulled out a bottle of fine wine from his pocket, and he personally poured a glass for Wang Sheng.

"Then I truly thank Guild Master Wang!"

"May I ask what goods Boss He intends to use for trade?"

Wang Sheng glanced at the Octopus-person and chuckled softly.

"Whatever you need, Boss He can get it for you."

The Octopus-person's body trembled violently, his excitement growing even stronger.

The heads of several small merchant guilds around also became active, swarming forward to curry favor, and were extremely generous, promising Wang Sheng many benefits even before the deal was done...

"By the way, what's your name?"

The Mole-person following behind He Ming hurriedly looked up and whispered, "Sir, my name is Xin Er."

"Take me to see the leader of the Revolutionary Army."

As soon as these words left his mouth, Xin Er felt a surge of heat throughout his body, and cold sweat poured out like a floodgate had opened, unstoppable.

He screamed desperately in his mind... This time, it was truly over.

He had boasted to the heavens, and now he couldn't take it back.

I'm just a low-level digger, doing the hardest work for just enough to eat.

The leader of the Revolutionary Army?

How could I possibly know such a big shot!

Although He Ming had his back to Xin Er, he could clearly feel his fear.

But Xin Er suddenly recalled the look He Ming had given him when he left the private room.

Hmm!

I'm this Sir's follower now!

At this thought, Xin Er's two wilted ears immediately perked up, and his mind began to become active.

If even someone like Wang Sheng had to grovel before this Sir, what was the leader of the Revolutionary Army?

Just a rat that could only live underground, at most a slightly bigger one!