The wine that was supposed to be delivered to the Federation a few days ago was delayed due to a storm, but Luigi didn't really care.
A few days earlier, a few days later, it didn't matter to him, because the money would eventually end up in his own pocket.
He knew that he had offended Lance and Alberto, but he didn't care about that either.
This was Yalan, in the Aldera Republic, not the Federation. Whether it was the Su Muli people of the Federation or Lance, this was not their place to run wild.
The wine he sold to Lance would bring in at most three to four hundred thousand, but now selling it to others, he could get at least six or seven hundred thousand, which was nearly double the profit, and pure profit at that!
Although he had told Lance during their last phone call that he was willing to continue doing business with him, they couldn't just pay him a small amount as previously agreed.
He had to pay according to the current price.
