Chapter 636: The Essence of Trade Is Selling What Each Party Needs

"Mr. Broly, you are a valued customer of our Leika Exchange, but please forgive me for speaking frankly — the technology you wish to sell, we will not accept."

Norta, Manager Zoke of the Leika Exchange, sat opposite Broly, and after hearing what the boy wanted to trade, he directly refused him.

"Manager Zoke, are you worried that the planet spaceship modification technology I'm prepared to exchange is fake?"

Broly frowned and asked.

"Not at all. You are, after all, a customer who has privately traded over a hundred million in supplies with our exchange; the Leika Exchange naturally believes in your personal strength. It's just that the technology you want to trade is of no real use to our exchange."

"Hm?"

"Planet spaceship modification technology sounds great, but Leika Star is an immigrant planet. Everyone on this planet are people who have lost their homeworlds. Compared to modifying a planet into a spaceship to roam the universe, we are more willing to stay peacefully in the Leika Star System, in our home, accepting the light of this stellar system's star, rather than running around and toiling in the universe."

"Furthermore, please forgive my bluntness: those willing to buy your kind of planet spaceship modification technology are either those whose home star system has developed problems — for instance, their sun is about to die and they need to flee with their planet — or galactic tycoons rich enough to buy a life planet and modify it into a spaceship for fun."

"Apart from that, among normal civilizations in the stars, I fear not a single one would willingly choose to become a wandering civilization."

"Of course, interstellar pirate groups who need to evade the Galactic Patrol are an exception……"

After Manager Zoke finished speaking, he looked at the boy before him with a gaze that held a hint of deeper meaning.

And the meaning of that look, Broly understood.

He hurriedly explained: "I'm not one of the interstellar pirate groups!"

"Mr. Broly, I didn't say you were~"

Manager Zoke let out a "haha," but in his heart he didn't believe it.

After Broly came to their exchange to discuss private trade, Zoke had people investigate the boy's background.

The result? They couldn't find any record of Broly entering or leaving the planet.

This also meant the other party had secretly infiltrated Leika Star.

Besides that, the boy was accompanied by a group of fellows who looked elite at a glance. Though on the surface they bore the name of a labor brigade and cooperated with the City Sewer Sanitation Management Bureau, whose sewer-dredging labor brigade would have skills that good?

That's right, Manager Zoke also sent people to probe Ankira and the other demon race soldiers; the result was the probes were discovered and beaten into pig heads.

And according to those who returned, those people exuded killing intent — absolutely outlaws, the kind who lick blood off knife edges.

Add to that today, Broly suddenly coming to sell planet modification technology — this group's identity was practically self-evident.

Of course, Manager Zoke had no interest in exposing this; more trouble than it's worth. A guest is a guest; as long as they're willing to consume and trade at their exchange, even if they're interstellar pirates, as long as their pirate identity hasn't been exposed, they can be valued customers of the exchange.

Anyway, the interstellar pirate group Broly represents isn't the first pirate group their exchange has come into contact with.

And the Latoken Family behind him has long had connections with pirates — a gang wanted by the Galactic Federation for many years but never caught.

"I really am not a space pirate!"

Broly reiterated.

"Yes, Mr. Broly, you've said so, and I'm more than willing to believe you."

Zoke replied with a smiling face.

"……"

Broly felt a bit helpless; he thought this person must have misunderstood something, but the other party smiled and said he was willing to believe him — what could he do? He couldn't exactly lift the man up and beat him senseless, could he?

Alright, he actually did want to do that, but doing so would definitely deepen the misunderstanding and provoke conflict, which would be unfavorable for him continuing to sell goods and purchase materials on this planet.

So, he endured it.

"You don't want the planet spaceship modification technology, but within it there's technology for optimizing a planet's internal ecological environment — you don't want that either?"

Broly asked again.

"I recall your President Barn also has the idea of building Leika Star into a planet with a beautiful environment, suitable for a tourist destination, right?"

"Apologies, that's merely a proposal that hasn't been finalized; it might not even be implemented when the time comes. Your technology is very attractive, that's undeniable, but for our exchange the risk is too great. If the higher-ups change policy, we'll lose our shirts — unless you're willing to sell your technology cheap."

Broly couldn't sell cheap, so Manager Zoke's refusal was perfectly reasonable.

Of course, another even more important reason was that the Latoken Family behind him were staunch pushers of the proposal to accept the third batch of interstellar refugee immigrants.

President Barn's whole self-development tourist planet scheme was something Senator Latoken's Latoken Family completely looked down on.

Compared to painstakingly developing a tourist planet industry, better to accept the third batch of interstellar refugee immigrants again and directly take the Galactic Federation's subsidies — the profits are greater that way.

Like the private trade of reselling subsidy supplies by the major exchanges on Leika Star right now — a gray industry worth nearly a hundred billion Laika Currency every year.

Let President Barn talk about developing a tourist planet industry when he completely vetoes the third batch interstellar refugee immigration proposal pushed by Senator Latoken and the others.

"Hahaha, Broly, you actually want to sell this kind of technology to the Laika?"

In the private room of the interstellar inn, the Biga Star person Luka laughed uproariously, and the other aliens laughed along with him.

These people were the main consumer force for Broly's otherworld goods. After a few days of setting up a stall, Broly sought out the Biga Star person Luka, because he wanted to earn Galactic Federation Coins, and the locals of Leika Star didn't have this kind of galactic foreign exchange.

So he approached Luka, using a Bay Beast Suit as the price, and asked the other party to help introduce him to the circle of alien travelers on Leika Star.

Broly being able to earn quite a lot of Galactic Federation Coins was thanks to this.

"I just thought, planet spaceship modification technology is high-end interstellar tech, it should be worth quite a bit of money."

Broly defended himself.

"This technology does indeed have considerable value in the stars, but having value doesn't mean there's a market.

The essence of trade is selling what each party needs.

And what you're selling is something the other party doesn't need — being rejected is only natural."

Luka said earnestly.

"Then do you need this technology of mine?"

Broly hurriedly asked.

"Me? I'm very sorry, but we Biga Star already have this kind of planet spaceship tech. As for the ecological optimization and maintenance technology for planets contained within it, that holds no appeal for us Biga Star people either, because our race takes mechanical modification as beauty — normal natural lifeforms have no aesthetic appeal in our eyes……"

Flesh is weak, mechanical ascension — that is the truest portrait of the Biga Star people. From the embryo stage, they use nanomachines to modify their own bodies.

If the Ex-Machina Broly encountered in the Star Cup World were a species that gradually changed from machines into humans, then the Biga Star people are a race that reveres turning themselves into mechanical bodies.

"I've been to Biga Star once. It's a cold, metallic-feeling mechanical planet. They really have no interest in scientific technology that guarantees the preservation of a planet's native ecology."

The alien with antennae on his head spoke from the side.

"Alright."

Broly was somewhat disappointed. Luka was the alien he had come into contact with who was most likely able to afford planet spaceship modification technology.

And if even he didn't want it, then his own planet's high technology probably couldn't be sold on Leka Star.

"Then does anyone among you need astronaut protective suit technology and energy gun manufacturing technology?"

Broly asked again.

These two technologies were also originally brought by the Slug Corps.

"Eh, you even sell arms technology?"

Luka became interested. Every civilization's astronaut protective suit technology and energy gun technology might be different.

Stones from other hills can polish jade; technologies of different concepts might just give him, a Biga Star person, some new inspiration.

"Yes, but I don't know if you need them."

Broly placed an imaging device on the table and activated it. The device generated a holographic projection. The footage recorded by Kaguga was explaining the construction technology of astronaut protective suits and energy guns. Of course, only a small part; the real core technology required payment to unlock.

"The main focus of the astronaut protective suit is preventing solar radiation penetration. Is the focus of the protective suit technology in your hands a bit off?"

"Also, that energy gun technology — are you sure it's not technology the Galactic Federation already eliminated two generations ago?"

Luka only listened to a part before he detected the clues. Wanpa Star's astronaut protective suit technology just had a slightly off focus, but the energy gun technology was a bit excessive. It felt just like a second-hand dealer taking technology that had already exited the mainstream market and selling it to a backward planet.

Of course, for technologically backward planets, even technology eliminated by the Galactic Federation's mainstream is advanced. But for Biga Star, which walks at the forefront of the galaxy's technology, it's a bit subtle.

"Can this energy gun technology of yours actually be sold?"

Luka couldn't help but ask.

"Actually, it's already been sold."

Broly shrugged and answered.

"Huh?"

The electronic eye flashed red light. On the half of Luka's face that hadn't been fully mechanically modified, a look of surprise emerged.

"Who bought it?"

The startled emotion made him subconsciously ask the buyer, seemingly wanting to know who that sucker was.

"People from the Leika Exchange."

Broly didn't conceal it and said it directly. Manager Zoke hadn't mentioned any intention of keeping it secret, let alone paid him a confidentiality fee.

Hearing this, Luka was stunned and fell into thought. After a while, he exhaled: "Looks like Leka Star won't be peaceful either."

"How so?"

"Commodity trade originates from demand. The fact that your somewhat outdated energy gun technology could be sold proves others have a demand for it.

And a migrant star with no war now has someone willing to spend a large sum to buy energy gun manufacturing technology — and this technology is obviously outdated compared to the Galactic Federation's mainstream tech. Why do you think that is?"

"Because they can't buy better."

Luka: "..."

"That's one reason. The Galactic Federation indeed has a regulation: high-level civilizations are not allowed to sell technology already eliminated by high-level civilizations to low-level civilizations."

"But besides that, it proves someone wants to arm themselves. The most controversial topic on this planet recently is whether Leka Star should independently propose accepting a third interstellar migration after the Galactic Federation completes the final Boman migration subsidy, thereby continuing to obtain Galactic Federation subsidies."

"This topic is very sensitive. The slightest carelessness could trigger a war on this planet. The newly settled Boman want to arm themselves to protect their own rights and interests. The Laika also want to arm themselves to deal with possible armed conflict from the Boman.

And within Leka Star's upper echelons, there's a split into two factions: President Barn's independent development Tourism Star Party, and the faction supporting new migrants and obtaining Galactic Federation subsidies represented by Senator Laken."

"Chaos is about to arrive. War might follow. As an outsider, I don't want to be caught up in this planet's chaos. I'm preparing to leave this planet soon. Broly, do you want to come with me?"

After finishing his analysis, Luka asked the Saiyan boy. Because the other party had previously asked him if he could pay to hitch a ride on a spaceship.

Luka didn't ask for specifics, but felt it was possible Broly's spaceship had some problems that were difficult to solve on this planet.

During these days of interaction, their personal relationship was pretty good. Luka was willing to help this young man.

"No, I've decided to stay here."

Broly shook his head, refusing Luka's kindness.

A gathering ended, and aliens preparing to leave Leka Star suddenly increased.

Broly returned to the apartment.

Upstairs, the green-skinned girl waved enthusiastically at him upon seeing him return.

Thanks to his fixed-point feeding, Cila would appear at the apartment at this time every day, just like a house cat waiting for the poop-scooper who went out hunting.

"Welcome back, Broly. How did your business go today?"

Cila greeted him at the doorway.

"No big deals, but I did two small ones."

Broly answered the girl's words and casually handed her the food packed back from the gathering that wasn't finished.

"Wow, you went to the Interstellar Inn? Their signature dish, Tun Tun Paste, is said to be delicious."

Cila moved aside. Broly walked into his room.

The room was cleaned very tidily. This was something the girl proposed on her own after being fed many times.

"Then why don't you hurry up and sit down to eat?"

Broly called out to Cila. The girl bounced over and plopped her butt on the floor.

She ate the food he brought back, stuffing her cheeks bulging.

Every so often, she would lean over and ask if he wanted to eat.

Happiness Value increased under the feeding of delicious food.

And after eating and drinking her fill, Cila had no image left, lying flat on her back.

She no longer harbored any wariness toward Broly.

(Chapter End)