Feng Jun was not at all surprised by Huang Fu Flawless's various little clever tricks—he had become immune to them already.
He shook his head decisively, "There's no such thing as a Teleportation Formation, you're thinking too much."
Huang Fu Flawless was just probing; she also felt that Feng Jun couldn't possibly have a Space Door, "Alright then, we just so happened to have a large supply of food recently, and we've collected about 60,000 tons. We might as well exchange it for graphene, and now you owe me 60,000 taels of Gold."
"Gold is no big deal," Feng Jun waved his hand dismissively, speaking with overwhelming authority, "But I have to say, the quality of the graphene must not be compromised, and also... the people you plan to send for training, bring them over quickly."
"The people have been ready for a while, they can arrive in three days," Huang Fu Flawless replied with a smile, "This time I've prepared twenty people."
