"Boss, the old Mr. Han is here, and he's waiting for you in the living room," Wang Yi approached, bending down to address the leader who was disassembling a firearm.
His gaze fell on the weapon, his pupils contracting slightly—it hadn't occurred to him that the boss would design and produce the new model so quickly. He knew this new gun packed quite a punch, a batch intended for clients in South Africa.
Upon hearing this, Wang Meng's brows furrowed involuntarily as he grabbed a few other parts from the table and swiftly assembled the weapon together.
Looking at the newly finished firearm, he lifted it and held it against the light for inspection, feeling very satisfied with the result. "I've sent the blueprints to your email, arrange it," he said.
"Got it, boss." Wang Yi immediately responded, as he usually took care of these kinds of arrangements.
