Chapter 441: Free Trader

Chapter 441: Free Trader

Looking at the man in a suit and leather shoes, with sunglasses in his hand, and his hairline had reached a dangerous value, Jabba waved his short hands and muttered a few words in Hutt, looking a little annoyed. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

"The great Jabba said that you are from the fourth group. You have one minute to finish your sentence, and then you will be dragged into the desert to feed the Krayt dragon." The etiquette robot on the side translated.

"Don't say that, Mr. Jabba. I am no longer serving the Fourth Group. Now I am just a neutral arms dealer." Yuri Orlov raised his hands and smiled, "So, I heard that another war broke out on Tatooine, so I'll come and see if I can help you."

Jabba growled a few words.

"Brave Jabba said, throw this guy out," the Protocol Droid translated.

A few vicious mercenaries walked over immediately, but they were blocked by a few bodyguards behind Yuri Orlov. The two sides were at war, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Yuri Orlov took the time to light a cigar for himself and said, "It's okay if you want me to go, after all, I'm just a businessman. Why don't you hear what I can bring you? I have to remind you that the black market is not a panacea, and you cannot buy many things on the black market. If the situation continues like this, you are no match for the Scourge."

Jabba's face became serious, and he said something again.

"Lord Jabba decided to give you a chance to speak." The Protocol Droid translated.

"I said that the relationship between me and the Fourth Group was unsuitable, so I left. Businessmen, we don't need to have a position. What we want is the market. It's like Santa Claus. Where are the children who want gifts? , Santa Claus will go there, and stuff the shining tanks and cannons into the children's socks. Do you know? Put the tanks into the socks... Hahahahahahahaha!!" Yuri ORlof took a puff on his cigar, seemed to laugh at his own humor, and laughed out loud.

However, none of the people present could get his smile, they just remained silent.

"lORD Jabba asks, how does he know you won't sell stronger weapons to Gardulla?" The Protocol Droid was translating again.

"First, it is impossible for the Scourge to ask me to buy weapons. Second, in fact, fighting is all about money. Even if I sell things to the Scourge and defeat you, it just shows a problem Your money is not enough." Yuri Orlov leaned back on the backrest and spit a column of smoke towards the ceiling, "Then, give me an answer. Now, are we considered cooperation?"

"Lord Jabba says he wants more and money is not an issue." The Protocol Droid translated Jabba's words again.

"Are you interested in spaceships? Gunship-class Light Frigates and Blade Flighters. When I get the Blade Fighter, I won't have to wait like other suppliers but will arrive immediately. As for the Gunship-class, you should know that this is the previous Military order competition of Planet Dawn, It defeated the Blade Fighter which was an excellent spaceship. Now Planet Dawn is changing clothes, so I can get some of the Gunship-class. Of course, there is also the Corellia YT-1000, this Is more expensive, you know, those gentlemen of Corellian Engineering Corporation are not easy to serve." When it came to business, Yuri Orlov started to talk endlessly.

He glanced at Jabba again and said, "Well, I know what you want to ask. Yes, I don't work for the Fourth Group anymore, but weapons are not guilty, money is not guilty, business does not take a stand."

"Lord Jabba says, now we can negotiate a deal for 20 Million Wupi Wupi coins. Don't let him down," said the Protocol Droid.

Yuri Orlov clicked on the calculator, "According to the latest black market price, this is equivalent to 11.04 million Galactic Credits. You know that the recent war on Tatooine has depreciated Wupi Wupi coins. Okay, I will arrange it. Thank you for your patronage."

After speaking, he stood up and stretched out his hand to shake Jabba's hand, but Jabba didn't accept this trick and waved his hand to signal him to go down.