Hearing Lin Yuan's question, Meng Qi was first stunned, somewhat confused, and asked back, "Didn't I explain it clearly just now?"
Lin Yuan knew he was asking a redundant question, but he had to confirm.
"Can your radio send telegrams to Huaxia?"
"No, we only use shortwave radios. To send to Huaxia, you need longwave radios."
"I understand," which was also within Lin Yuan's expectations. "Are you still taking missions?"
"Oh?" Meng Qi raised his eyebrows, said nothing, and looked at Cui斯特, implying he wanted an explanation.
When it came to explaining things to them, money was the most suitable.
"Meng Qi, you can ask. He should be able to afford it."
"Alright." Hearing his old friend say this, Meng Qi became interested and looked at Lin Yuan, asking, "Okay, friend, tell me about it."
"There's a group of children in Ivomona who need to be rescued. If possible, can you save these children?"
"Oh, my friend, we are not a charity organization. You know, everything requires a price."
"I still have 1500g of gold."
"It's a great honor to receive this mission." As soon as he heard about gold, Meng Qi's expression changed faster than flipping a book.
Cui斯特, standing beside them, was unhappy. 1500g bought you over? I gave you 500g of gold and a crate of heavy weapons to save just one person?
Before he could question it, Meng Qi suddenly went back on his word.
"No, my friend, this business is paid upfront. If you don't have the money on you, there's no need to talk."
Lin Yuan obviously didn't carry gold with him. All his belongings were in the basement of Cui斯特's old house, and three little dough balls were waiting for him there.
But Lin Yuan didn't intend to give up. The rescue was secondary; his real goal was to get the Traveler organization to tie down the members of the Cult of Immortality in Ivomona.
To buy himself some time for his plan in North Kanwei and to attract some attention.
"Wait, I have something else that you'll definitely be interested in."
When he was leaving, Ying Tianlong had told him that anything he had in the White Eagle Federation could be traded.
At that time, Lin Yuan was still a little confused and asked, "Can even healing potions be traded? Aren't you afraid they'll decipher the formula?"
Ying Tianlong said meaningfully, "Everything given to you is ready for immediate deployment. Huaxia has long been prepared to sell them. There are even better ones in the laboratory, so don't worry.
What you can consider, they can also consider."
It had to be said that the older the ginger, the spicier it was.
No wonder they weren't worried about Lin Yuan being captured or killed and his belongings falling into the wrong hands. The ones in the laboratory were the real treasures.
However, what was given to Lin Yuan was also very good. Giving Lin Yuan such authority could be considered compensation for Wu Tian's sacrifice.
When Meng Qi saw Lin Yuan take out a syringe, he was still a little confused.
"Don't tell me this is some kind of super potion or something. If it is..."
"That's right."
"What did you just say?" Meng Qi dug into his ear, suspecting he had misheard.
"Friend, this is not a funny joke. We are negotiating business."
Lin Yuan handed him the potion, "I'm not joking. If you don't believe me, you can try it."
Meng Qi, half-believing, took the syringe. He was also a tough guy, and he directly cut a bloody gash on his hand with a knife.
Then he looked at Lin Yuan.
"Just inject it near the wound. I advise you not to waste too much of this on such a small injury."
Meng Qi did as he was told, injecting only about a quarter of it. However, this dosage was still excessive for such a small wound.
The miraculous thing happened quickly. The bleeding stopped completely within two seconds of injection, and the wound began to itch, a sign of healing.
Within ten minutes, the wound had already returned to its original state.
"Amazing! How did you do it?"
"That's a secret. I have no idea," Lin Yuan wasn't afraid of him having any bad intentions. In a one-on-one situation, he had the upper hand, and there would be no further interaction.
Fortunately, Meng Qi didn't make any drastic moves, appearing friendly and honest.
"How many of these things do you have in your package?"
"Nine more."
This quantity could save at least nine people, or even more. If the headquarters could crack the materials, then their Travelers would be rich!
Looking at it this way, the long-term benefits were off the charts.
"We Travelers have accepted this mission. I'll go and report to headquarters first."
"Ah, wait. If I offer this price, the difficulty of the mission should increase by one level."
"Go ahead," Meng Qi guessed that they wouldn't get these things so easily.
"Besides rescuing the children, you should try to eliminate their effective forces as much as possible. Do you understand?"
"We can do that, but we need to get the goods first."
"No problem."
After this, it had nothing to do with Lin Yuan. As long as the Traveler organization started their action, he could set off.
"In the meantime, I'll also make some weapons."
"Oh, my friend, leave this to me. Your healing potion is equivalent to the labor cost," Meng Qi said, then pushed the door open and went out to send a telegram. Such a small matter couldn't stop him.
"Zhu Mingjun, is this really okay?" Cui斯特 asked worriedly after Meng Qi left.
As Meng Qi had said, the Traveler organization was not a charity; they were a group of people driven by profit.
This move revealed too much. Once they obtained what they wanted, they might just leave without a second thought.
No matter how strong you, "Zhu Mingjun," are, you can't withstand a 12.7mm heavy machine gun, right?
"Don't worry, Cui斯特. I know what I'm doing. You should go home directly later. Absolutely do not get involved in what happens next," Lin Yuan calmly patted his shoulder, telling him to get away quickly.
Seeing Lin Yuan looking so confident, Cui斯特 could only give up and started thinking about his route back.
But for now, at least he had to eat a full meal and replenish his energy before setting off.
"Friend, our headquarters has agreed to this. They will arrive here tomorrow."
So soon? Does everyone have a snowmobile? They couldn't possibly come on skis.
An image already formed in his mind, Lin Yuan quickly got to the main point.
Without asking how they had such high efficiency, he pointed at the coffin lid and asked, "Can this be modified into weapons for me?"
"What do you want?"
"A short spear, a long saber, and the remaining fragments can be made into arrowheads."
Lin Yuan eyed the hunting bow hanging on the wall.
Meng Qi guessed his intention and patted his chest, promising, "Don't worry, anything from Meng Qi is a quality product!"
"I'll be the judge of that."
The battle between the Cult of Immortality and the Traveler organization would definitely be interesting. His plan to draw people in and stir up trouble was initially successful.
As for whether anyone would die, that had nothing to do with Lin Yuan. He wasn't a philanthropist. The goods are there; take them if you want them. I don't care if you live or die.