Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

"Oh! What a rare guest! Welcome, welcome!"

The old man with moles on his face greeted He Feng and the others with a beaming smile, welcoming them warmly and without any distance.

The crowd parted to let them walk calmly across the gangway and straight up to these people.

He looked at the Black Rock ship that was accompanying him on the other side, but there were very few people there to greet him.

Black Stone returned the smile with equal embarrassment, gesturing towards He Feng.

Listening to the other party arrogantly explaining the matters of the trading market to them, and then shouting at the top of their lungs in a very high-pitched voice, their disrespectful tone was quite unpleasant to hear.

This made He Feng's eyebrows furrow slightly. No matter how much these people flattered him, he remained somewhat impatient.

"They still look down on people." His gaze towards these people held a hint of contempt.

"Sir, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am the market manager here, and the owner of Little Owl's Hook, Qi..." The old man surnamed Qi extended his right hand, smiling brightly.

He Feng abruptly withdrew his outstretched right hand, glancing at the group defiantly without even looking them in the eye.

The welcoming officials who wanted to shake hands instinctively paused for a moment, then awkwardly laughed and withdrew their hands, their elbows trembling slightly.

"Come, sir, please!" the old man said slyly, offering his hand to guide the way, displaying impeccable professionalism.

He Feng didn't give them a friendly look. He led Ji Chun and his subordinates straight through without saying a word, leaving the others bewildered.

A faint grinding sound came from beside him, and then the old man with the mole moved his legs to press closer, but his steps were a little stiff.

He Feng was slightly flustered as he kept chasing after He Feng, which secretly pleased He Feng.

What he despises most is this kind of despicable person who treats others differently based on their status.

The other party has its reasons for daring to treat the Azure and Black Rock differently.

The Azure suffered relatively little damage in the previous battles. It had undergone extensive reinforcement and still possessed some defensive capabilities. After some simple repairs, the damaged parts were barely noticeable.

On the other hand, the Black Rock itself is hard to assess. It was already one of the poorer fortresses, and after such heavy damage, it's basically just a broken ship.

If the Azure's reserves weren't just enough for his own use, he would have shared some with this poor guy.

Humans are visual creatures, so there's no need to hide these thoughts.

The Black Rock is in dire need of a large amount of steel and skilled craftsmen to repair its hull.

When they finished cleaning the second-tier islands, the Black Rock carried a huge amount of soil, almost like moving mountains; they were so poor they could only eat dirt.

Moreover, the soil produced there is extremely valuable volcanic soil, with a nutritional content far exceeding that of ordinary sea mud. It is an excellent resource that can be broken into two pieces.

Apart from that, there was only a dilapidated fortress, but the funds were enough for them to carry out a large-scale renovation.

The Azure was also busy, filling the warehouse with piles of stuff, so much so that he forgot to weigh it.

If anyone wanted to raise the price here, He Feng wouldn't bother negotiating.

Their goals are completely different.

He Feng was in no hurry, and even had some leisure to stroll around this small market a little longer. Everyone on the Azure had the right to enjoy this moment of leisure.

As the surrounding scenery came into view, I realized that this was a market built on a scattered iceberg.

The upper part of the iceberg was carved out with countless small grooves, and shops were opened up inside, just like the distinct layers of a department store.

The store displays a wide variety of goods, comparable to those in White Crow City, including combs, balls, stainless steel basins, and other items left over from previous civilizations or made by the vendors themselves, all neatly arranged on icy counters.

Furthermore, they thoughtfully and luxuriously covered the ice staircase with quicklime to prevent anyone from falling inside, which is a very humane design.

There was a sense of reality and dream intertwining, which made him feel a strange sense of familiarity.

After a quick look around, he realized that most of what he saw here was just novel and there was no need for him to linger.

I only bought a few footballs here, to give the children in the fortress more wonderful childhood memories.

Twenty pounds of soil each—even now, he feels a pang of regret.

Items left over from the previous civilization are selling for antique prices in the post-apocalyptic world, which is quite poignant.

The people who had been with him earlier had disappeared again, leaving only a few officials chasing after him.

"Having finished reading all this nonsense, I can stop this aimless wandering," He Feng thought to himself.

"Sir, is there really nothing else you want to see?" the old man surnamed Qi called out breathlessly, still about seven or eight meters away from He Feng.

"Sir, you're walking too fast, please wait for us!" The other two greeters were sweating profusely, and the low indoor temperature caused their sweat to dry and then get cold again.

"What kind of crazy speed is this? It never stops no matter how hard I try," the old man surnamed Qi thought, still far away from He Feng, who was strolling leisurely.

At this moment, He Feng suddenly slowed down, causing the elderly man surnamed Qi, who was chasing closely, to fall to the ground before he could slow down.

Like bowling balls, the three of them floated slightly upside down on the flat ice floor.

"Is this all you have?" He Feng looked at the disheveled group and asked.

He Feng, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, leaving them feeling utterly helpless and on the verge of tears.

The difficult client finally learned to make demands.

We've been following them around for so long, all for this: if we can get this big client to spend money here, their market position will definitely rise even higher.

He bought those pre-civilization junk items without even raising his eyes. What a big customer he must be!

We must fleece him severely, make him bleed, and console his heart for the humiliation he suffered.

"Yes, yes, sir!" the old man surnamed Qi quickly replied. "If you wish to trade materials and some local specialties, you can..."

He Feng waved his hand, cutting off the other party's introduction, and said in a cold tone: "Technology blueprints, with different levels of food, creatures, and items. You should know very well what I want."

The elderly man surnamed Qi was somewhat taken aback, not expecting the other party to be so cooperative.

"Well, you know, there are some things we errand runners don't really know," he denied.

"Do you think I believe you?" He Feng sneered, his voice cold and sharp. "You should have some Thunder Eels here, right? Don't hide them, I know you have quite a few."

He then added that it would no longer be retained.

"Furthermore, I also know that this place is secretly a fighting arena. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to do business with so many forces that are several times larger than you. You must be able to get protection because of this."

A scrutinizing gaze enveloped them, and the all-seeing eyes sent a chill down their spines.

Those eyes were direct and straightforward, able to see right through their filthy hearts.