"If it's not written down, it probably means it doesn't exist." Qi Hancai stood up and walked behind him, gently massaging his shoulders.
Wu Heng nodded, glanced at the list again, and said, "Let's set it at 50 sniper rifles, 100 machine guns, 2,000 shells for the machine cannons, and 500 grenades for now."
Qi Hancai returned to the desk and began recording the information on a new piece of paper.
Wu Heng continued, "We'll start with those, then ask them for the prices of various weapon and ammunition blueprints, and have those added to the list as well."
"Alright!" Qi Hancai collected the paper she had written on.
"How are the rescue teams doing? Are they behaving?" Wu Heng asked.
He was still wary of these people.
Even if they had hastily fled to the road leading to the military factory.
It did not rule out the possibility that the people on the radio had wanted to drag Wu Heng into their troubles.