Mo Ang sat decisively in the boss's chair, calm and confident, saying smoothly, "This time we don't need to take the initiative; the other side will soon come looking for us!"
"Come looking for us?" Assistant Sun shook his head in disbelief. "That can't be, can it? This is about manufacturing nuclear weapons, which violates international treaties; it would cause a lot of issues. Why would Orante take such a risk?"
Mo Ang smiled, having already calculated everything. "We are merely businessmen, profit-driven businessmen, and I have the technology and the funds. Skipping a middleman would allow him to earn much more. Why use Seville?"
Assistant Sun suddenly understood, nodding. "Yes!"
Just as he finished speaking, Assistant Sun's phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, and he looked at it in shock, saying to Mo Ang, "Boss, could it really be Orante?"
Mo Ang squinted his eyes, fully prepared. "Answer it."
Assistant Sun nodded and answered the call. "Hello."
