"I heard from Xiao Li that our production task this time is actually related to beans."

Wang Xuesong shouted at the coworker beside him. The latter raised his head. The two dark circles on his glasses were exactly like the cartoon characters in the little book.

"Now you see, except for the tight production tasks, there is no other response... I guess it's like what Xiao Li said, there are big orders coming from the world."

The old cow smiled shyly and replied:

"I don't understand. Xiao Li told me this."

Then, wait until the other party's emergency funds are exhausted, and then use the remaining chips to smash the market.

Seeing that there were still two hours before his shift change, he had no choice but to brace himself and try to wake himself up by talking.

"You quite understand..."

Wang Xuesong cursed, but the movements of his hands did not stop, as if his hands had evolved their own consciousness, and he finished tightening the passed bolts skillfully and accurately.

It would be great if the guns in this hoard could be used by myself.

The guns they have now are not for beating people, but for selling.

However, this is also good...

Build more "guns", make more money, and throw the money at the heads of those Americans who are wreaking havoc. I don't know how they will react...
Chapter completed!