After President Abalo passed away, the Nine Star Chamber of Commerce officially entered the Bob era.
And the time had come to fulfill his agreement with Richard.
In Bob's office, or rather, the President's office, Bob sat behind the desk with a cigar in his hand, smiling fully at Richard.
"Don't worry, brother Richard, all of the Nine Star Chamber of Commerce's sales channels will list your ink for sale.
And we won't charge you any channel fees at all.
As long as I'm president, any product from your Chamber will enjoy this treatment."
To the left front of Bob, Richard was sitting on a couch, fiddling with a floral-patterned metal polyhedron in his hand.
Beside him, the immense Iron Giant stood still as a statue.
Richard sat up straight, smiling at Bob: "That's great, brother Bob. You're a man of your word. However, there is another matter for which I need your assistance."
"What is it?"
Richard pulled a sheepskin scroll from his pocket and handed it to Bob.
