"The only thing about you that could impress me is technology!"
Ying Yue gave a faint smile and transmitted telepathically, "So, hand over all the technologies of the Glackrodo People as an exchange, and I can help you!"
"Technology..."
Glaraule was silent.
There was no response for a long while.
After quite some time, his mental fluctuations came through again, "Respected friend, if I give you the technology, will you really keep your promise to provide us with materials?"
"Of course! As long as you hand over the technology, what does mere material matter?" Ying Yue chuckled, "We might not have many things on Earth, but our resources are incredibly abundant; you can have as much as you want!"
Upon hearing this, Glaraule fell silent for a moment before saying, "How about this? Let's do it bit by bit, okay?"
Ying Yue raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
"One technology in exchange for a portion of materials!"