One week later. 

Xia Lei exited his workshop with a cardboard box in his arms. The box was taped shut and no one could see what was in it. 

“What are you holding, Chairman Xia? Need help?” asked workshop director Liu Xue-Bing, who had just come out of the office building. 

“It’s nothing. Go about your duties; I can bring this up on my own,” said Xia Lei.

“Okay, I’ll be going to the workshop then.” Liu Xue-Bing walked towards the workshop and stopped two steps later. “Chairman Xia, the exercise equipment that Yin Hao and the other designed has no orders. Should we keep producing them?” 

“No need. Wait for the current stock to be sold out and make more when we get orders,” said Xia Lei. 

“All right. We’ll make other products then.” Liu Xue-Bing went off towards the workshops. 

Xia Lei grinned. What did he care about the exercise equipment when he had the thing in the box? He had a feeling that the thing in the box would sell like hot cakes once it got on the market!

Xia Lei walked into the office which he shared with Liang Si-Yao with the box in his arms. Liang Si-Yao was kneeling on the ground spray-painting the mecha gloves he had given her. She was spraying red paint...