I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property
Chapter 875 - 873: Futures or Spot

Chapter 875: Chapter 873: Futures or Spot

"Boss, it’s so lively here!" Ganei looked around with curiosity.

The trading market was like a collection of ragged stalls. The booth they visited earlier by the Ophil Mining Group was decent, but this area for weapon sales was overflowing with a rich cyberpunk atmosphere.

This planet’s diameter is about the same as Saturn in the Solar System. Here, the view looks like a war-readiness center for an advanced civilization’s troops.

Combat-type artificial intelligence and various models and levels of spacecraft densely filled the entire planet’s surface, with large areas reserved as testing zones.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Loud noises kept coming from all directions, occasionally accompanied by dazzling flashes and deafening sounds. Even a couple of those countless small stars overhead would explode now and then, showcasing powerful weaponry.

This entire area was contracted by a company called Saelde.

In fact, strictly speaking, they are a subsidiary of the largest arms company in the entire cosmic civilization. The parent company is responsible for selling weapons equipment through legitimate channels throughout the cosmic civilization, while this Saelde company handles things through more clandestine means.

Of course, precisely because some transactions are clandestine, you can’t find Saelde through legitimate search, and due to the high risks involved, their transaction amounts are terrifyingly large.

The scale of the Saelde company is less than a fifth of the parent company, yet its profitability is almost on par with the parent company, sometimes even surpassing it!

"This place is so cool!" Zhang Menglong and Ganei walked along a street made entirely of metal, surrounded by massive warships.

"Yeah, I’ve only ever seen scenes like this in sci-fi movies before, and even then with shoddy special effects." Zhang Menglong gaped at the surroundings.

This was the first time Zhang Menglong had seen this level of warship up close. They seemed like war machines that instilled a sense of awe at first glance, even the smallest one could instantly destroy Earth’s largest aircraft carrier.

"Big brother, why do I feel like it smells so bloody here?" Ganei frowned slightly, as the people coming and going around them gave him the feeling of being in a killing camp.

"How many people who buy weapons are good-hearted?" Zhang Menglong laughed, "Even those who buy them to protect their civilizations have blood on their hands, so naturally, they have a strong smell of blood."

"Let’s go, let’s first get a sense of the market!" Zhang Menglong walked along the street, but Saelde’s business was so good that Zhang Menglong couldn’t find any staff who weren’t busy.

"Big brother, are you here to buy weapons?" Just as Zhang Menglong was about to check another street, a boy who looked about twelve or thirteen suddenly blocked his path.

He looked almost indistinguishable from an Earthling, just with slightly dark skin and a genuine smile that naturally drew goodwill.

"Yeah, are you a salesperson here too?" Zhang Menglong bent down and smiled.

"I’m not, but if it’s your first time here, I believe you’ll need a guide, and I can help you!"

"Oh?" Zhang Menglong became a bit interested in the boy, "You know this place well?"

"Of course, I dare say, besides the staff, no one knows this place better than me!" the boy said, "My name is Clark. If you’re willing to pay me 10 Dark Coins, I can guide you to the most cost-effective equipment."

"Sure," Zhang Menglong immediately paid the 10 Dark Coins, equivalent to the price in a Level One civilization, but Zhang Menglong didn’t mind. He figured the kid might just be trying to earn some pocket money, and he wasn’t short on cash, maybe the kid really did know a lot.

"Alright, now you can show me the most cost-effective equipment, right?"

"Follow me!" Clark waved, then took out a dirty-looking remote control device. Moments later, a flying vehicle resembling a car flew down from the sky. "Get in, I’ll take you there!"

Clark’s transportation was rudimentary for this place, but Zhang Menglong didn’t mind and got in the shabby vehicle with Ganei, full of curiosity.

"Sir, how may I address you?" Clark drove the vehicle, looking enthusiastic.

"Wang Sicong, just call me Mr. Wang."

"Mr. Wang, are you planning to buy futures or in-stock?"

"Futures and in-stock, really?" Zhang Menglong found this refreshing, as he had only heard of pre-sold and ready-stocked houses before.

"Of course," Clark replied, "You should know that the Universal Alliance controls warships strictly. Each civilization has certain equipment standards, and only Level Five civilizations can buy warships without restriction, hence our industry emerged."

"I know!" Zhang Menglong nodded, "You purchase warships through Level Five civilizations and resell them to those who can’t buy directly, making a profit on the price difference."

"Yes, sir, but there are two cases. One is with existing in-stock warships, which can be delivered once you place an order. These warships will still be registered under the original civilization, but they will be practically yours."

"The second is where you commission us to place an order through formal channels, going through ordering, production, and delivery stages, which takes time."

"I see," Zhang Menglong realized Clark’s meaning, akin to the concept of pre-sold and ready-stock homes, with a middleman in between.

"I’d like to purchase some in-stock items."

"Sir, I must tell you, futures run around 1.3 to 1.5 times standard price, but in-stock can cost 1.8 to 2 times more!"

"No problem, money is not an issue," said Zhang Menglong, "As long as you have stock, I have cash! I just worry you won’t have enough, like that other crappy company boasting with no inventory!"

"Sir, what do you plan to buy?"

"I plan to get a batch of warships," Zhang Menglong stated, "My civilization’s level is low, but I’ve encountered some trouble, so I have to buy warships through other means. Of course, if there are other better weapons and equipment, I’d like to check them out too."

"What level is your civilization?" Clark asked expectantly.

"Just an ordinary Level One civilization."

Clark’s previously excited expression suddenly froze.

Despite the liveliness here, in reality, the average order value isn’t high.

Think about it, if it were a Level Five civilization, they could buy this equipment through legitimate channels, much cheaper and without risk.

Generally, those needing such warships are Level Three or Level Four civilizations, as they have equipment restrictions.

But how much money can a Level Three or Level Four civilization have? At most, they buy fleets from a Level Three or Level Four civilization, maybe a few ships from a Level Five civilization if they’re wealthier.

Customers from Level Four civilizations are considered significant clients; they’re usually the ones who would spend money to buy warships above Level Five civilization.

As for a Level One civilization, where would the money come from? They’re probably just buying a few Level Two civilization fleets, right? With that thought, Clark felt a bit deflated.