Everything given must come with a demand.
The other side probably had something they needed him to do, this Gao Gong could be certain of.
Otherwise, why exchange star communication codes and engage with him, the other party wasn't idly seeking trouble for fun.
Sure enough, not two days later, the communication code was activated, and the virtual projection of Kiliman appeared in the room.
"Sir, we meet again," Gao Gong said, pretending to be very respectful.
"It seems you know I have business with you?" Kiliman opened.
"I somewhat anticipated it, after all, someone of your stature wouldn't privately give me a communication code for nothing."
"Yes, you owe me a favor."
"Uh... that's right, without your clearance, I'd probably still be under your scrutiny, and some biological weapons might have been confiscated," Gao Gong paused, considering it a verbal favor and forcibly accepted it.
"That's not what I'm talking about."
