Chapter 107: Entering The Game (2)
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Chapter 107: Entering The Game (2)
The 20th floor underground of Coruscant, the residential area of Planet executives.
"Mr. Erdin, I don't know what I proposed just now, what do you think?" Claire sat gracefully on the sofa, looking at the Rodian sitting opposite.
She is still a little uncomfortable with it now, but she can only keep forcing herself to hint that the seahorse-like person in front of her is a person, an alien, and an intelligent creature that can communicate with each other.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m
"I don't quite know how you found me, because we are not familiar with each other at all. I only know that you were introduced by Mr. Sai, which makes me a little confused. Can I trust you?" Erdin used himself the slender mouthparts took a sip of the drink.
Claire smiled slightly. In fact, she didn't know who Mr. Sai was. She only knew that it was an identity and relationship given by Rosanna Goods, and even Rosanna only knew that the information came from a robot. It's just too mysterious.
"Mr. Sai also has some contact with us. Since we found you through him, that's enough. This is also a starting point for our cooperation. Since it is cooperation, then our pursuit is naturally a win-win situation." Claire said.
"What projects do you collaborate on?" Erdin asked.
"I got some news that the food production of Planet Rodia is decreasing recently."
"It's not news."
"I can help you with something."
"Oh? What help? Can you provide us with a billion tons of food in a week, or enough spaceships for our transportation?"
"These things can only be done on the planets within the Core Worlds of the Galaxy."
"So you can't do it?"
"Okay, when I see your experts, I will introduce you to the representative of our Planet Rodia."
...
"The Mutual Aid Fund is a philanthropic effort, essentially," said Doug Stamper, of the residence.
"Mutual Aid Fund is a charity job. Believe me, Claire is very good at it." Francis said without looking up at the document, "In this Galactic Republic that advocates democracy, there is nothing like being weak. The voices of the outer ring planets can accumulate influence more quickly. Because even if it is only on the surface, those developed planets must support this cause, which is political correctness."
"You didn't expect this Mutual Aid Foundation to be successful?" Doug smiled.
"Actually, the possibility of failure is far greater than the possibility of success. If the situation in the Galaxy, the Supreme Commanders' judgment on the future is correct. But even if it fails, so what? All I need is an influential Just a character, a crusader for democracyClaire Underwood."
"What about us?"
Underwood quickly wrote down a name and address on the note, and handed it to Doug, "Go and find this person, if he hasn't starved to death. A regional office director of the Galactic Republic's transportation management department, because offended, was framed by the Trade Federation."
"Okay, I'll go find him right away. So we're going to help him rehabilitate?"
"No, what are you talking about? It's his own business to be exonerated. What does it have to do with us? All I need are two doors that may be opened for us in him." Underwood said.
"OK, you should at least tell me what you think," Doug said.
Underwood wrote two more notes and handed them over, "The first door, the "Coruscant Observer" electronic daily, their editor-in-chief is a very firm opponent of the Trade Federation's monopolistic behavior. Because the Trade Federations's framing led to a Republican Official on the streets who ends up having to resort to drastic methods to get justice? Oh, that's a great subject."
"And the second door is the director of the Coruscant Police Department, in our current area. Tell him that someone will cause trouble, but it's best to tell him after the incident becomes serious."
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Chapter 107: Entering The Game (2)
The 20th floor underground of Coruscant, the residential area of Planet executives.
"Mr. Erdin, I don't know what I proposed just now, what do you think?" Claire sat gracefully on the sofa, looking at the Rodian sitting opposite.
She is still a little uncomfortable with it now, but she can only keep forcing herself to hint that the seahorse-like person in front of her is a person, an alien, and an intelligent creature that can communicate with each other.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m
"I don't quite know how you found me, because we are not familiar with each other at all. I only know that you were introduced by Mr. Sai, which makes me a little confused. Can I trust you?" Erdin used himself the slender mouthparts took a sip of the drink.
Claire smiled slightly. In fact, she didn't know who Mr. Sai was. She only knew that it was an identity and relationship given by Rosanna Goods, and even Rosanna only knew that the information came from a robot. It's just too mysterious.
"Mr. Sai also has some contact with us. Since we found you through him, that's enough. This is also a starting point for our cooperation. Since it is cooperation, then our pursuit is naturally a win-win situation." Claire said.
"What projects do you collaborate on?" Erdin asked.
"I got some news that the food production of Planet Rodia is decreasing recently."
"It's not news."
"I can help you with something."
"Oh? What help? Can you provide us with a billion tons of food in a week, or enough spaceships for our transportation?"
"These things can only be done on the planets within the Core Worlds of the Galaxy."
"So you can't do it?"
"Okay, when I see your experts, I will introduce you to the representative of our Planet Rodia."
...
"The Mutual Aid Fund is a philanthropic effort, essentially," said Doug Stamper, of the residence.
"Mutual Aid Fund is a charity job. Believe me, Claire is very good at it." Francis said without looking up at the document, "In this Galactic Republic that advocates democracy, there is nothing like being weak. The voices of the outer ring planets can accumulate influence more quickly. Because even if it is only on the surface, those developed planets must support this cause, which is political correctness."
"You didn't expect this Mutual Aid Foundation to be successful?" Doug smiled.
"Actually, the possibility of failure is far greater than the possibility of success. If the situation in the Galaxy, the Supreme Commanders' judgment on the future is correct. But even if it fails, so what? All I need is an influential Just a character, a crusader for democracyClaire Underwood."
"What about us?"
Underwood quickly wrote down a name and address on the note, and handed it to Doug, "Go and find this person, if he hasn't starved to death. A regional office director of the Galactic Republic's transportation management department, because offended, was framed by the Trade Federation."
"Okay, I'll go find him right away. So we're going to help him rehabilitate?"
"No, what are you talking about? It's his own business to be exonerated. What does it have to do with us? All I need are two doors that may be opened for us in him." Underwood said.
"OK, you should at least tell me what you think," Doug said.
Underwood wrote two more notes and handed them over, "The first door, the "Coruscant Observer" electronic daily, their editor-in-chief is a very firm opponent of the Trade Federation's monopolistic behavior. Because the Trade Federations's framing led to a Republican Official on the streets who ends up having to resort to drastic methods to get justice? Oh, that's a great subject."
"And the second door is the director of the Coruscant Police Department, in our current area. Tell him that someone will cause trouble, but it's best to tell him after the incident becomes serious."
Chapter 107: Entering The Game 2The 20th floor underground of Coruscant, the residential area of Planet executives."Mr. Erdin, I don't know what I proposed just now, what do you think?" Claire sat gracefully on the sofa, looking at the Rodian sitting opposite.She is still a little uncomfortable with it now, but she can only keep forcing herself to hint that the seahorse-like person in front of her is a person, an alien, and an intelligent creature that can communicate with each other.Updated from novelbin.com"I don't quite know how you found me, because we are not familiar with each other at all. I only know that you were introduced by Mr. Sai, which makes me a little confused. Can I trust you?" Erdin used himself the slender mouthparts took a sip of the drink.Claire smiled slightly. In fact, she didn't know who Mr. Sai was. She only knew that it was an identity and relationship given by Rosanna Goods, and even Rosanna only knew that the information came from a robot. It's just too mysterious."Mr. Sai also has some contact with us. Since we found you through him, that's enough. This is also a starting point for our cooperation. Since it is cooperation, then our pursuit is naturally a win-win situation." Claire said."What projects do you collaborate on?" Erdin asked."I got some news that the food production of Planet Rodia is decreasing recently.""It's not news.""I can help you with something.""Oh? What help? Can you provide us with a billion tons of food in a week, or enough spaceships for our transportation?""These things can only be done on the planets within the Core Worlds of the Galaxy.""So you can't do it?""Okay, when I see your experts, I will introduce you to the representative of our Planet Rodia."..."The Mutual Aid Fund is a philanthropic effort, essentially," said Doug Stamper, of the residence."Mutual Aid Fund is a charity job. Believe me, Claire is very good at it." Francis said without looking up at the document, "In this Galactic Republic that advocates democracy, there is nothing like being weak. The voices of the outer ring planets can accumulate influence more quickly. Because even if it is only on the surface, those developed planets must support this cause, which is political correctness.""You didn't expect this Mutual Aid Foundation to be successful?" Doug smiled."Actually, the possibility of failure is far greater than the possibility of success. If the situation in the Galaxy, the Supreme Commanders' judgment on the future is correct. But even if it fails, so what? All I need is an influential Just a character, a crusader for democracyClaire Underwood.""What about us?"Underwood quickly wrote down a name and address on the note, and handed it to Doug, "Go and find this person, if he hasn't starved to death. A regional office director of the Galactic Republic's transportation management department, because offended, was framed by the Trade Federation.""Okay, I'll go find him right away. So we're going to help him rehabilitate?""No, what are you talking about? It's his own business to be exonerated. What does it have to do with us? All I need are two doors that may be opened for us in him." Underwood said."OK, you should at least tell me what you think," Doug said.Underwood wrote two more notes and handed them over, "The first door, the "Coruscant Observer" electronic daily, their editor-in-chief is a very firm opponent of the Trade Federation's monopolistic behavior. Because the Trade Federations's framing led to a Republican Official on the streets who ends up having to resort to drastic methods to get justice? Oh, that's a great subject.""And the second door is the director of the Coruscant Police Department, in our current area. Tell him that someone will cause trouble, but it's best to tell him after the incident becomes serious."
