Shi Ming didn't immediately accept the pending contact requests.
He went to the washroom attached to the captain's quarters, took a cold shower, then poured himself a glass of his prized red wine. Only then did he sit down at his desk, pick up his communicator, and accept all the friend requests one by one.
In a mere twenty minutes, another dozen or so inquiries had popped up.
Most of these people had seen Shi Ming's sales notice more than an hour ago and had sent their requests immediately. Due to the one-hour communication delay, they were only just now appearing on his communicator. To make things easier, each person had included an opening message.
As Shi Ming accepted the requests, he glanced over their opening messages—
"Mr. Stone, would you be willing to sell its blood?..."
