"I didn't mean that, Lance. I completely trust you!" Vaughn also looked sincere, not at all like he was acting.
He thought for a moment and then said, "Recently, someone has been inquiring about the club too, but rest assured, as long as I'm in Golden Port City, the club will always be yours!"
Lance's eyes shifted slightly, "Who would be interested in a continually losing Worker Club?"
Vaughn didn't realize the importance of this matter and shrugged, "Seems like someone from a consulting company..." he patted his pocket, "They gave me a business card, I didn't bring it, I can get it for you when I go back."
Lance nodded slightly. In the Federation, anything related to consulting companies certainly had political ties.
He was a bit annoyed, but didn't show it.
Then Vaughn looked a bit... embarrassed, "The General Union didn't give us as much money this time, so Scott and I were thinking, if we're going to do it, let's do it on a grander scale."
