After a dinner that had struck Stark and the others as bizarre and mysterious...
Zhang Qiang took Alvin, Hu Jianjun, and the others to find a place to drink tea in the Mountain Villa.
The Tomb of the Qin Emperor was extremely important to Zhang Qiang!
Now that the problem in Kunlun had been resolved, if they could also settle the matter here, the Gun Club could devote all its efforts to developing the Moon and Hell.
The outskirts of Xi'an now had not only a mechanized brigade, but also a permanently stationed army aviation unit.
Add in the Gun Club's mobile forces, and Qin Emperor alone was tying down the equivalent of more than fifty thousand regular troops, plus their logistical support...
The monthly expenses involved might equal a small country's entire military budget for a year.
Under normal circumstances, that might not have mattered, but at this stage, people were in short supply everywhere...
China was about to begin calling up its third batch of reservists, all to deal with the upheaval that had already arrived.
Zhang Qiang was counting on Alvin to resolve the Qin Emperor problem in one go...
As long as that big shot was willing to talk, Zhang Qiang felt he wouldn't even mind sleeping with him!
The four of them took their seats around a round table...
The lively Fatty Wang took the initiative to pour tea for everyone...
Watching Fatty Wang's eager attentions, Alvin smiled and said, "They call you Fatty, so I'll call you Fatty too...
With a build like yours, are you really up to going down into a tomb?
Looking at you, anyone who didn't know better would think you were a cook..."
Seeing the slightly annoyed look on Fatty Wang's face, Alvin smiled and said, "Don't take it