Big Panda Boss

"I am very glad that your commander-in-chief can meet you in your busy schedule." Jin Ling said with a handsome smile and personable salute. Cuihua next to her was wearing a tight secretary outfit, which outlined her proud figure vividly.

"You are not human?" Samville squinted his eyes and looked at the two of them.

"Of course, because we are all monsters from the East." Jin Ling smiled and took out a business card and presented it to him.

Samville took a look, and saw it read ‘Jin Ling, general manager of the sales office of the Green Bamboo Forest Star Consortium. ’

"Demon race?!" Samville looked puzzled: "What do you Eastern demons come to our west? Do you want to break the promise of the gods?"

"Your Excellency Commander don't want to think about it, we are just here to do business." Jin Ling smiled and said, "I believe you have experienced our products yourself. I wonder if you are interested in talking about it?"

"Talk about what?" Samville said coldly.

"Talk about this!" Jin Ling turned her head to signal, Cuihua immediately opened the suitcase she was carrying and projected a peculiar naval gun.

"This is the latest fel artillery developed by this consortium." Jin Ling said with a smile, "As for the various parameters, I believe your fleet must have a deep understanding."

The corners of Samville's mouth twitched slightly, and there were sparks in his eyes.

But Jin Ling always smiled without fear, as if the terrifying demigod's coercion had no effect on him.

After a while, Samville put away the pressure and calmly said: "It's a good calculation."

"Excuse me." Jin Ling imitated the honest smile of his own great king, and said with a harmless smile: "Of course we need to calculate more in business."

Samville glanced at the naval gun projection again, and said domineeringly: "We have all the naval guns you have, but I also have a request."

Jin Ling said politely: "Please speak."

Samville said with a serious face: "Please stop any business dealings with the British Empire!"

"I'm sorry." Jin Ling shook his head and said, "This requires a vote of the board of directors of the consortium to make a decision. It cannot be decided by a small salesman of mine."

Samville also knows that this kind of thing can't be persuaded by a word of him alone, he just has to show an attitude first, and test the other party's bottom line by the way.

"But..." Jin Ling suddenly changed the subject and said with a smile: "This consortium always treats customers as gods, especially the VIPs who have had good business dealings with this consortium."

Samville squinted slightly and asked, "So how can you become your VIP?"

Jin Ling took out three cards of different colors with a smile on his face: "These are the three types of VIP cards launched by the consortium. Only customers who spend a certain amount of money can get the corresponding VIP level."

Samville felt that his cheeks were about to cramp, because he hadn't seen too much of this routine.

"If you are interested, you might as well take a look at the other new weapons of this consortium." Jin Ling seemed to be thinking about the other side, projecting several kinds of fel weapons to promote them.

Although Samville knew this was a pit, he could only jump in with his nose, because he couldn't control the British Empire without buying it and let his fleet be controlled by others.

In the end, Samville signed a huge order agreement with Jin Ling and obtained a golden VIP card.

As a reward, Jin Ling vowed to introduce his big boss to meet him.

Samville was curious about the sacred boss behind this interstellar consortium, so he kindly treated Jin Lingyi and asked him for some important information.

However, Jin Ling's mouth was very tight. No matter what Samville used, any means would not help. When the banquet was over, he had to send him out of the country.

"Huh, it's risky!" Jin Ling patted his heart pounding, with lingering fears, and said: "I never thought about how exciting it would be to be a masterpiece."

"We are agents, not meticulous." Cuihua took out a needle and pierced Jin Ling's arm.

"Didn't we have the talk? Why do we need to inject this divine consciousness stabilizing potion?" Jin Ling subconsciously tightened his muscles. This potion is similar to a tranquilizer, but the effect is stronger, and it can completely avoid a demigod. Observe closely and let his thinking be extremely active.

Cuihua directly pierced the needle and said coldly: "This is the antidote, it can let you sleep well, so as not to leave any sequelae, because the lunatics in the scientific research department only conducted animal experiments and used it for us. Up."

"I%￥@*" Jin Ling tilted her head and fell asleep.

Two days later, the first batch of samples arrived.

Samville unpacked the box and inspected the goods himself, and found that these fel weapons were as powerful as Jin Ling's boasting, and even worse.

Naturally, the Terra Empire will certainly not let go of the opportunity to reverse crack, but these fel weapons are very evil.

Obviously the structure is extremely simple, and a great mage can imitate exactly the same product with the magic civilization of the Terra Empire.

However, these imitations can't be used at all, and they are like a big firecracker at the first ignition ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ as exciting as it is.

For this reason, Samville had to ask Veronica for help.

"Ancestor." Samwell finished his salute and asked, "How are those fel weapons made? Why are the principles so simple but we can't imitate them?"

Veronica was fiddling with a bunch of fel weapon parts, and said with interest: "I also want to know that the guy who designed this weapon is either a genius or a lunatic. I want to see him!"

Samville said: "The other party has promised to arrange for me to meet with the other party's big boss after completing the first batch of orders."

"Remember to call me when the time comes." Veronica waved all the parts into the space ring, and said: "I'll go to Norgannon. He may be able to crack the principle of these weapons."

Samville hurriedly said: "Ancestor, what about the war here?"

"Isn't there Arturo that drunkard is there." Veronica disappeared after speaking.

Samville was speechless and could only smile wryly.

...

"Boss Chen, it's been a long time since I saw you." When the Black Horned Ghost King saw Chen Fan, he immediately gave a warm hug.

"Brother Noire has been playing well recently. Haven't seen him in a few years before he became a general?" Chen Fan said with a smile, as if he was an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"It's not all relying on you, Boss Chen." Blackhorn Ghost King turned and introduced: "Boss Chen, this is the main customer I introduced to you, the Great Marshal Suzani of the British Empire.

"Happy meeting, happy meeting." Chen Fan grinned, revealing a big golden tooth. Look at him wearing an expensive robe, ten fingers full of jewelry rings, and a palm-wide gold belt wrapped around his huge belly, which is covered with huge magic crystals.

But what really made Suzani's eyelids jump was the cane in his hand...