"You only need to sign here and pay the amount specified in our contract, then follow us to the Industrial Administration Bureau to transfer ownership, and this chemical factory will be yours."
In the corner of the hotel lobby, on the sofa reserved for receiving guests.
Yang Ming and Kolev leaned back in unison, their expressions nearly identical.
Slightly excited.
Full of doubt.
How could there be such a good deal?
One million Federation Coins to buy a fully equipped, continuously profitable chemical factory?
Not to mention anything else, just the factory's business license alone is worth several million Federation Coins.
And the few products it produces are indispensable catalysts in the production of Rhodium-6!
Although it is only a medium-sized chemical factory, this is undoubtedly a highly lucrative deal.
"Uncle Haton," Yang Ming whispered to Kolev, "An old lady's gift?"
Kolev wondered, "Could there be a trap in the production patents?"