"What brings you here today?" Wei Qin asked, smiling at Huo Beijiang.
Among all the childhood friends he knew, only Wei Qin could bear his sharp tongue. People like Tu Lou, Tu Cheng, or Ying Jiuming could always be infuriated by his words, but Wei Qin could completely ignore them.
One really wondered how he managed it.
"I heard you're now at the National Defense Weapon Research Institute?"
"Hmm!" Wei Qin nodded, without waiting for him to continue, he said directly: "You want the latest batch of firearms produced?"
"Exactly!" The man, who was always shameless when asking for something, said, "You've been assigned to the 36th Division now, the equipment is too poor. After all, it's the Northern Military District, the heartland of the motherland. The equipment is so poor it can't even compare to half of the Southeast Military Region."
Wei Qin listened to his words, a smile gracing his lips.
