Up on the screen, Ye Kun talked in private with Mu Jianfeng. The drawings which had been stolen from Thunder Horse Military Factory sat on the tea table between them. 

Ye Kun suddenly laughed out loud. “That punk Xia Lei might be up against us but I’ve got to hand it to him. This punk’s a mechanics genius. Just based on these drawings alone, what he has is way more advnaced than all the assault rifles Hanwu Weapons has designed.” 

“Ye Kun, there’s no need to get the experts to verify it. This gun can be manufactured,” said Mu Jianfeng. “This is the new assault rifle our two companies have come up with after collaborative research. You pick a name for it.” 

Ye Kun stared blankly at Mu Jianfeng, speechless. 

Mu Jianfeng laughed. “You’re not willing to do it, Ye Kun?” 

“Teacher, no, this…” 

“Our companies bribes one industrial spy each in Thunder Horse Military Factory. Your spy succeeded, but mine didn’t. How about this – Hanwu Weapons take 60% and China Industrial takes 40%.”

Ye Kun hesitated, and finally nodded. “We’ll do that then. Because...