Star roaming series

"Iger, are you actually a salesman of the Wanjie Chamber of Commerce?" I squinted over.

"Salesman... search for nouns to explain...the person who leads products and services directly from producers to consumers or users in order to meet customer needs and realize company profits...Master, Iger is not a salesman but a messenger of a dimensional businessman, Iger is a realization The person who masters your profits is not the Chamber of Commerce of the Ten Thousand Worlds, and besides, Iger does not pay his salary."

Even if I'm paid, I can only pay for the garbage outside...

"Don't talk about that, what does the Wanjie Chamber of Commerce sell? Do you have any eggs?"

"Master, the Wanjie Chamber of Commerce does not sell eggs." Iger replied quickly.

I glanced at Iger, "Aren't you an egg?"

Iger was annoyed by my words. In addition to Iger’s projection, something new appeared. It looked like a balloon doll, with a humanoid upper body and a round lower body. The center of gravity was at the bottom so that the balloon doll would stand upright no matter how you hit it. Iger also had gloves on his hands. , he hit the balloon doll hard, no matter how he hit it, it would bounce back to the original position to let Iger vent his anger. Finally, Iger pierced the balloon doll with a small needle, then stepped on the flattened balloon doll hard, picked up the comb and combed it. Twice the messy hair, restore the dignified appearance.

Iger's way of expressing anger is really hilarious, and it made me interested in irritating the serious Iger from time to time.

In order not to make Iger so angry that he ran away from home, I took a closer look at the items sold by the Wanjie Chamber of Commerce displayed on the screen.

Special travel bag for dimensional merchants... what?Click to enter.

"Dimensional businessman's special travel bag, your good friend when you go out, solve the crisis you may encounter all the time, the whole set includes a bottle of miniature food for one year, a laser dagger, a box of universal trauma ointment, and anti-disease pills A 30-day supply and a set of camping equipment are only priced at 1500 universe coins, so if you want to buy it quickly, you won’t be disappointed.”

Disposable space special bag... what is this again?

"Disposable space special bag, do you lack enough space to sell your large commodities? Are you just a gray card peddler? With a disposable space special bag, you can temporarily sell larger items. This special bag uses the most It is made of the best materials, will not cause environmental pollution, and will automatically decompose and disappear after 24 hours. Now the price is 50 universe coins, and now buy ten get one free."

... black shops ... profiteers ...

I use the upper and lower double eyelids to express my contempt for the content sold by the Wanjie Chamber of Commerce.

Continue to read, everything from small defensive underwear to large-scale exploration spaceships, mechs, etc., of course, the price is of course also varied, and the number of zeros behind the number of the universe coin is shocking.

It's just that my expression is still calm, infinitely calm... It's really difficult for you to express horror with facial paralysis.

It took Parrett a bit of time and skill to contact his old friend Keke who was far away on another planet.

"Hey! Apple Pie, long time no see, do you miss me?" Keke, who is also not young, greeted Parrett on the communication screen energetically. He never called Parrett by his full name, but called Perrett It's a funny nickname. Of course, this purpose is mainly to avoid the pursuit of the Barcelona Federation.

"Keck, sell me stuff," Parrett said bluntly, ignoring Keke's warm personality that always made his veins show.

"We haven't seen each other for so long, why don't you just ask me for help!" Keke muttered, his thumbs still tangle up and down on the screen, looking like a little wife.

"Then what do you want?" Veins appeared faintly on Parrett's forehead.

"I want to see that little guy Olaine! I haven't seen him for a long time. I don't know how he is doing now? How is he doing? Is there enough food? Has his body grown stronger and taller? How long has his facial nerve? How many?..." Keke muttered, like a wordy aunt.

"He's fine, the food is good enough, and everything else hasn't changed." Parrett resisted the hand that wanted to turn off the communication, and simply replied, "Do you want to sell things for me?"