"A hundred million, is that for feeding cats?" Feng Jun sneered disdainfully, "If he... never mind, don't mention such disappointing things."
"If what?" He Runxian seized the key point, "How much gold... what would you do to send people out?"
"I can't be bothered to say, but you insist on asking," Feng Jun expressed helplessly, "I was thinking, if it were injured warriors, I'd consider it, but then I thought again, too many injured warriors, it's not worth the trouble."
"Indeed, a man of character," He Runxian casually praised him. Presently, on Xingzheng Star, warriors could generally receive medical treatment; the trouble lay in the shortage of equipment and medicine. Nevertheless, he quickly asked again, "What about injured officers?"
"Officers are warriors too," Feng Jun answered mildly, not wanting to discuss the topic further, "Is there anything else?"
He Runxian wanted to confirm, "Would you also help transport Opening Bank's goods?"
