Star Sea: Explorer's Notes

Chapter 11 Talking to the Experts
"Wait a minute, what are you talking about..."

Frege followed behind the two panting, and they were running towards the Emeral family's residence at this time.

"Mining development can be simply summarized into three links," Nuoya glanced back at him, and explained while running forward, "survey, mining, and downstream processing."

"You are already familiar with surveying, so I won't explain it any further. Mining means that the owner of the planet hires a mining team or a team formed by himself to excavate ore."

"The Aimer family owns more than 2000 resource planets, but they don't have their own mining team. They used to cooperate with some large or medium-sized mining groups based on projects."

"Now more than a dozen families have assembled in the industry to boycott the Aimer family, and there is no mining team that they can hire."

"And they have various orders that have continued over the years. If the problem of mining cannot be solved now, the sky-high liquidated damages behind the orders are likely to knock them down... Huh..."

Running all the way here, even Nuoya's physical strength can't keep up.

The simulation system allows these intelligent agents to have the same senses as normal people, and those with higher levels of intelligence can hardly even tell the difference from humans with the naked eye.

"So why do we use running ones?"

"Um……"

The three stopped at the same time and slowed down. Noah breathed a sigh of relief and continued to explain, "There is a robot dedicated to mining on the Amrodia, and we have a way to solve the mining problem."

"Oh?" Frege suddenly became interested, "Then maybe we can use this as a request to talk to Patrick about cooperation."

"indeed so."

The three of them walked all the way, and soon came to the outskirts of the Emeral family's residence.

This is a large manor covering an area of ​​about fifty acres. Looking in from the fence, the manor is full of neatly manicured lawns.

"who!"

A man in a security uniform watched them vigilantly in front of the door, and Frege stepped forward and replied, "Hi, we are here to find Mr. Patrick, please—"

"Please go back," the security guard frowned, "The manor will not see outsiders today."

"Please report first," Frege explained, spreading his hands, "We can help the Emmel family—"

"I said I won't meet foreigners, so let's go!"

"We are the enemies of the Laurent family," Noah said suddenly, "Please convey this sentence on your behalf."

The security guard noticed the flashing red light on the contact device, and there was a trace of strangeness in his eyes, "Please wait a moment."

"Why do you say that?" Frege immediately asked the doubt in his heart after the security guard left.

"The dozen or so families alone are not enough to make the entire industry confront the Emmel family," Nuoya explained, "The Laurent family stands behind them."

"But... Teacher Nuoya, how do you know?"

Nuoya chuckled, "Our agents can use the information network to communicate, and the Guard No. [-] just sent me all the information."

"Uh..." Frege was speechless for a moment.

At this moment, the security guard trotted back here, "Mr. Patrick agreed to meet, you follow me."

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Following the security guard all the way to the living room of the manor, he handed the three of them over to the housekeeper and returned to his post.

"Welcome all three," the butler smiled kindly at them, "Mr. Laurent asked this gentleman to go up and have a talk. Please wait in the tea room downstairs."

"Me?" Frege scratched his head in doubt.

"Yes, sir, please follow me." After saying this, the housekeeper turned and went upstairs.

Before leaving, Noah took out a tiny communicator from his pocket and stuffed it into Frege's ear, "Put this on."

"Ah."

He gave the two of them a reassuring look, and then quickly followed the housekeeper in front of him.

When he reached the landing at the end of the stairs, the butler opened the door decorated with gold and jade for him, "Please, sir."

"It's work."

When Frege entered the room, a strong smell of wine came to his nostrils. The old man whom he had just met at the auction house was sitting alone on a lounger by the window, with a bottle of red wine that was only half drunk following him. Wrist shaking together.

"Mr. Emmel?"

Frege called out the other person's last name. From his point of view, it was impossible to tell whether the old man was still awake—or, if he was alive.

"what's up?"

Patrick didn't even look at him, as if the view outside the window was more interesting than talking to him.

Frege frowned, he didn't expect Patrick to be so difficult to deal with.

Doesn't he have the ability to talk to experts?

This is the attitude towards customers, so how can we talk about things...

"I want to discuss a business with you."

Seeing that Patrick looked like a stranger, he had no choice but to cut to the chase.

"Business?" Patrick smiled, and this time he finally turned his head to look at Frege, "You? Civilian?"

"Don't be overwhelmed by his aura," Nuoya reminded in the communication, "He is raising the price for the convenience of sitting on the ground."

"We came here on a special trip, and he judged that our purpose is very strong. First, we only let you go upstairs alone to isolate you, and now we treat you with indifference," she sighed softly, "This person is A wily fox."

"Yes, it's me," Frege came to his senses after listening to Nuoya's explanation. They still held the bargaining chip that each other needed most. "Are you interested in listening?"

"can you drink alcohol?"

Patrick picked up the wine bottle in his hand and shook it, and asked something unclear.

"He is trying to break up your aura," Nuoya continued to analyze, "You can pretend that you didn't hear what he said, and just talk about yourself."

"I heard that the Emmel family has encountered some difficulties recently."

"I don't have any other hobbies. When I'm free, I like to drink some wine."

"The backlog of orders is almost making you breathless. There are thousands of resource planets in hand, but no mining team is willing to take orders."

"I read the star port information this morning and learned that a captain named Frege Nome crashed into the Kumen when he entered the port."

The corners of Frege's mouth couldn't help twitching when he heard this sentence.

What's going on, did you suddenly start a personal attack? !

"Don't explain, just keep talking about yourself." Nuoya quickly reminded.

Frege took a deep breath, "Downstream industries are waiting for you to provide raw materials, while competitors are putting pressure behind your back to make teams capable of undertaking large-scale excavation commissions give up your business."

"The old patriarch was very kind to me. Thinking about it this way, I really haven't returned to the family for many years."

"I hope you can sell me a gene awakening potion."

"Don't even think about it!"

Patrick jumped up from the recliner instantly when he heard these words, "So your purpose is the Gene Awakening Potion."

Frege looked at him and smiled, "Can you talk properly now?"

(End of this chapter)