"Did you note down everything I just said?" Fang Jueyu turned his head to glance at Tiram.
"Don't tell me you didn't jot down anything?" Fang Jueyu's face darkened, feeling like he had wasted a lot of breath, only for Tiram to be daydreaming in the corner.
"This... Mr. Ma, are you really buying this many slaves?" Tiram looked incredulous. He'd been in business for years and didn't know how many planets his sold slaves could fill, but this was the first time he'd seen someone "sweep" like this.
"Nonsense, would I waste my time joking around with you?" Fang Jueyu rolled his eyes at Tiram, "I'm someone who deals with the fate of entire civilizations in minutes... playing around with this kind of thing would be beneath me."
"But Mr. Ma, if I may ask, what do you need so many slaves for? Is your civilization preparing for war with another civilization?" Tiram inquired.
