Cuiwei Residence, dining room.
Everyone had just finished eating. The maidservants were clearing away the bowls and chopsticks when Lin Mo's phone suddenly vibrated.
He took it out and glanced at the Caller ID: Zhao Weiguo.
"Hello?"
"Lord Lin! This subordinate is Zhao Weiguo! I've disturbed your rest, and I'm truly sorry!"
The voice on the other end was somewhat hurried. In the background, the faint roar of truck engines could be heard.
Lin Mo leaned back in his chair. "General Zhao, what is it?"
"Lord, the batch of Mining Tools you requested was rushed through production overnight at the Military Factory and delivered this morning!
"There are two hundred sets in total—Pickaxes, shovels, and wheelbarrows. They're all made of High-Strength Military Alloy! When would it be convenient for you to come collect them?"
The corners of Lin Mo's lips lifted slightly.
"I'll go over now."
After hanging up, he stood and looked at Su Wanqing and Ma Xiaoling. "I'm going to West Mountain. Stay home."
Su Wanqing raised an eyebrow. "Going to deliver something again?"
Lin Mo nodded without elaborating and strode outside.
Ma Xiaoling hesitated for a moment before asking softly, "Lord, would you like me to drive you there?"
Without turning his head, Lin Mo waved his hand. "No need. Take the day off and get some rest."
Ma Xiaoling answered, "Oh," and obediently sat back down.
Just as Lin Mo walked out of the dining room, a voice came through the Consciousness Link:
"Boss! Good morning!"
It was Mo Yi.
Lin Mo kept walking as he replied through the link, "The tools are here. Come out and collect them."
The Consciousness Link fell silent for half a second before exploding.
"Tools? What tools?"
"Mining Tools! Two hundred sets! And wheelbarrows!"
"Damn! Boss, didn't you say there