"You quite understand..."

Wang Xuesong said with a slight sigh.

The old cow smiled shyly and replied:

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

He paused for a moment, flicked his wrist, and then continued:

"Anyway, Xiao Li, tell me, this is also one of our strategies."

"We can't grow soybeans in the short term, but the factory can produce a lot of rocket launchers in the short term."

"Selling the rocket launchers will actually have the same effect as growing soybeans."

"He doesn't care what he calls it... Yes, my neighbor is hoarding food and I am hoarding guns. My neighbor is my granary..."

Hearing this, Wang Xuesong couldn't help laughing.

This description is really apt.

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!