"Is there anything else?" Tang Rao asked.
Zhou Boxiong thought for a moment, then shook his head, "It seems that nothing else is very important. You're now the big boss,
some small matters can be left to us underlings, you should focus on the big picture, no need to do everything yourself. Look at Zhuge Liang, he was so worried that he worked himself to death," Zhou Boxiong rattled on.
Tang Rao: "..."
"Alright, stop babbling this nonsense to me." Tang Rao flipped Zhou Boxiong the middle finger and then pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took two, and tossed one to Zhou Boxiong.
The two of them just sat in the control room, puffing on cigarettes, chatting about this and that.
"So, has Yan Wei asked you to sell Super Technology Weapons to the Nine Realms of the Seventy-two Domains?" After several cigarettes, Tang Rao suddenly asked.
