Sherwood Villa.
On the terrace, several pots of expensive flowers were arranged on a rack.
The pleasant fragrance of flowers filled the air. Tristan Sherwood took a deep breath, and his mood improved slightly.
The voice of his special assistant, Isaac Sutton, came through the phone, tinged with cautious inquiry. "Eldest Young Master Sherwood, the Third Miss's order can be shipped on time. It's ten excavators, ten bulldozers, and ten tractors, plus five cultivators, five seeders, five fertilizer spreaders, and five harvesters..."
"Per the Third Miss's request, each machine has been fitted with the latest computer programs and plated with protective bronze armor."
Tristan Sherwood: "..."
He almost thought there was something wrong with his ears.
'Bronze armor has a melting point of 6,000 degrees. Why plate an excavator with that stuff?'
