"If you only need the older model weapons, Factory 26 can manufacture them for you, but the shipping isn't very cost-effective."
"You don't need to worry about that. Everyone wants advanced weapons, and funding isn't an issue. Since I brought it up, I already have a rough budget in mind. You can rest assured about that."
In the past few days, Mu Chengxi had already sent Ou Jinzhi to handle this issue and was waiting for Factory 26 to give the green light. He hadn't expected Wen Xin to agree so quickly.
Wen Xin nodded and picked up his phone from the desk, dialing Barry's video call. The phone rang just a couple of times before being answered.
"Master Drunk, you finally remembered me. I've been missing..."
Barry had only started speaking when he saw the hand hanging in front of Wen Xin's chest. Wen suddenly stood up from the chair, throwing his cigarette onto the floor.
"Damn, Master Drunk, what happened to you? Who did this? I'll take my men and kill them right now!"
