"If you had understood that, now that would be strange," Lin Chuan said with a laugh as he sat in the vast office.
The Falcon Technology Company on the 17th floor was brightly lit, yet eerily empty save for Lin Chuan and the Little Landlady, huddled together in the office.
— Utterly private.
"How is the situation looking?" Xinxin asked with concern.
Lin Chuan held up four fingers, a faint smile on his face.
"They wanted four rocket launchers?" The Little Landlady's eyebrows rose, her charming eyes sparkling even more.
Lin Chuan shook his head, "They wanted five!"
The Little Landlady was momentarily stunned, then joyfully said, "This is a big client, then what do these four fingers mean?"
"Four billion!"
Lin Chuan chuckled.
The Little Landlady was dumbstruck, her mouth slightly agape, eyes wide, "Do arms dealers really make that much money?"
That's four small goals reached in one fell swoop; no wonder so many people risk so much to trade arms!
