Feng Jun glanced curiously at Good Scenery. "You really do know a lot. Did your comrades teach you all that?"
"I was their instructor," Good Scenery replied proudly.
"Damn," Wang Haifeng muttered under his breath, sticking out his tongue. "They studied music too?"
Red Sister, who prided herself on being worldly, had been upstaged, but she still nodded. "What Xiaomei said... was probably about right."
Feng Jun pondered for a moment, then spoke in a low voice. "Mou Miao, what about the other three partners?"
"They're all the same," Mou Miao answered angrily. "Now that they have the orders, all they need to do is produce. When it comes time to make money, they run faster than anyone. Who would offend people for my sake?"
"No way?" Feng Jun's mouth fell open in astonishment. "If you can't stay here and start over somewhere else... who are they going to sell what they make to?"
As for the Boiler Engine, whether other countries needed it was hard to say, but in the vast Xia Nation, there was definitely only one buyer.
"The problem is, I've already placed the orders," Mou Miao replied bitterly. "The supply contracts have been signed too. Even though they were signed under my personal name, I still have to honor them."
It wasn't that he had handled things immaturely. Since it was business, contracts naturally had to be signed, and he had done so to reduce costs.
"Then we stop doing it," Wang Haifeng said. "A lawsuit? Hah, let them drag it out."
"That's right," Red Sister supported the idea. "We're not afraid of suing them. We can drag it out until they're dead tired, and we can countersue too... You offended others for their sake, yet they won't even show a little support? What kind of