Seeing the other party fall silent again, Zhang Yuan could only start playing the pity card again, "Respected Lord Yita, we are just an ordinary civilization, born around a common Yellow Dwarf Star, and our greatest opportunity so far has been encountering you."
"We don't even have the capability for interstellar voyages, so how could we engage in interstellar trade? What use are Amoeba Points to us? To travel from one Constant Star to another without hibernation would cost us the lifespan of dozens of generations... we simply won't live to see that day."
"I don't even know what Amoeba Points are, can you understand this kind of weakness?"
Zhang Yuan found himself tingly with anxiety, wracking his brain to imagine himself at the very bottom of the interstellar society. He suddenly felt that playing the pity card, something Li Zhendong was naturally suited for, might have been more appropriate for him.