Hanwu Weapons had many people at their booth but sincere buyers were few and far between. It was lively but not fruitful. It was like selling wares on the street - it looked like there were many patrons and people loudly approving of the wares but running away when time came to collect money. 

“This isn’t working, President Ye,” said Chen Man. “How about we use kickbacks? The South Americans and African clients like that.” 

Ye Kun spoke evenly. “What are you anxious about? We still have some orders. Look at Thunder Horse Military Factory - not a shadow of a person at their booth. I’d like to see the look on that Xia Lei’s face.” 

Ye Kun did not care how many weapons he sold or how many orders he got at this exhibition. He was bothered by Thunder Horse Military Factory and this situation he was seeing was most welcome. It made him happy; more so than receiving many orders. 

Chen Men let out a puffing laugh. “Do you even need to wonder, President Ye? That Xia Lei must be pulling a long face now. It’s much too early for him to...