Cheers and calls rang out. The Paris International Weapons Exhibition was finally open. Dealers from all over the world, clients, and media personnel all poured into the exhibition centre. The various booths at the exhibition were crowded and it was lively. 

The employees of Thunder Horse Group held their breaths in anticipation and expectation of the clients coming in to look around and place orders. However, those who came were not clients but a group of European reporters. 

“You go handle them, Caiyue. I’ll hide for a bit.” Xia Lei slipped away. 

Qing Caiyue looked speechlessly at Xia Lei’s retreating back, and muttered after a while, “Using me as a shield again. You want to make the buffalo work but you don’t want to give the buffalo grass…” 

Who knew what buffalo and what grass she was talking about. * 

A big group of European reporters flooded the Thunder Horse Military Factory exhibition booth.

Qing Caiyue walked up to them in welcome. “Our Director Xia is not around. I am his secretary, Qing Caiyue. Can I help you with anything?” 

“Where did Mr Xia go?” 

“I’m sorry, I do not know,” said Qing Caiyue. “You can ask me the questions you have.” 

“Miss Qing,...