Seeing the other party's outfit, He Runxian was not surprised. Wasn't it normal for a broker to have a stronger sense of self-protection?
Especially a broker handling arms orders—there were plenty of things that could not see the light of day.
Sitting inside the bulletproof vehicle, he spoke through the car's loudspeaker. "I heard you can solve my problem. Whose connections are you using?"
"You don't need to ask where something like this comes from," the other party replied in a deep voice. "If I could tell you, would I be dressed like this to meet you? I don't like pointless nonsense. Let's get straight to business... both our time is valuable."
"My time really isn't valuable right now," He Runxian said with a bitter smile. He did not want to beat around the bush either. "I've basically spent the entire day waiting for people. I haven't done anything, yet I'm exhausted... Just say it. If you help me get arms orders, what do you want?"
There were no pleasantries at all. He did not even ask what kind of arms order it was. He went straight to the heart of the matter—why were they helping him?
But the person opposite him laughed. "Supervisor He really is straightforward. Then I'll be direct too. I actually can't get arms orders."
That's what I thought! He Runxian was not surprised. He knew very well everyone capable of influencing a few arms orders, and he had already tried approaching them all. It had not worked at all.
Still, he was in no hurry to respond. He wanted to see what the other party had to say—they were already here, so listening to a few more words would not hurt.
Feng Jun paused. Seeing that He Runxian did not ask anything, he continued, "I