In Yang Chengru's apartment.
Chen Yiyang held a water cup and locked eyes with Yang Chengru.
"Actually, being an arms dealer isn't bad at all, nowadays people with skills and connections are valued from above.
If you can make sure nothing goes wrong, maybe you can eventually land safely."
"Coincidence, it's all coincidence!" Chen Yiyang tapped the table with his fingers, striving to prove it was pure coincidence this time.
But Yang Chengru acted like he didn't hear him, continuing on his own, "I have quite a few elders working in some military enterprises, they have products and licenses for international export, but it's hard to find clients, why don't you specialize in this kind of business?"
"No, no, I don't want to become an international fugitive one day." Chen Yiyang quickly waved his hands in refusal.
"Haha, just kidding, look how scared you are." Yang Chengru laughed when he heard Chen Yiyang's straightforward refusal.
Being an arms dealer is not a job for everyone.
