In the living room, the two girls sitting next to Lin Chuan were both bewildered.
What kind of twisted logic is this?
A web novel writer, a database, manufacturing a Rocket Launcher, can these be connected?
Even Lin Chuan's most loyal little fan—Little Landlady, was staring at him dumbfoundedly at this moment: "Chairman, I haven't heard you talk about Rocket Launchers before."
"Ahem, Xinxin, good things are done in secret. Until I've made the research breakthrough, I usually don't broadcast it to avoid being thought of as bragging," said Lin Chuan earnestly.
Little Landlady pursed her lips, her little head a bit in turmoil.
She believed in Lin Chuan.
But creating a Rocket Launcher for a competition sounded incredibly unbelievable.
"Aren't you just bragging now?"
Shen Qianqian's mouth twitched, unable to hold back a scoff.
"You know me, I never do anything I'm not sure of," Lin Chuan said seriously.
Shen Qianqian frowned, her belief in him wavered.
