A pharmaceutical company as successful as this one, launching a product like Angel No. 1, which can't even be produced overseas, naturally becomes an object of espionage—unavoidable circumstances that Song Tianqi could understand.
"Ye Wudao, getting you a few guns is a minor issue, but as you know, Hua Country has very strict regulations on such matters. I'm worried that Wang Qiang and the others might get into trouble," Song Tianqi said to Ye Wudao.
"I know, but if the enemy has weapons and they don't, they'll be at a significant disadvantage," Ye Wudao lamented.
"Ye Wudao, actually, providing them with weapons isn't a solution. Without a legal channel, even if they have weapons, they dare not use them recklessly. What's the difference between that and a firewood stick?" Song Tianqi told him.
"Uncle Song, with your extensive experience, do you have any good suggestions?" Ye Wudao asked.
