"Boss Chen, I used all the copper you gave me on this thing."
"I'm afraid the other tool you want next will have to be postponed."
Meng Dahai blew out a smoke ring happily.
He had turned his situation around completely.
Meng Dahai, who had once been forced to take illegal jobs to make a living, was now living too comfortably.
Ever since Chen Yu incorporated him, he didn't have to worry about food and drink expenses.
There's a basic salary every month, insurance, and a commission for every order completed.
His standard of living soared.
There was even overtime pay!
He had spent a day and a night creating the Gatling Gun, and the overtime pay alone was 3,000 yuan.
If he didn't buy a box of high-quality cigarettes to reward himself, he wouldn't be able to live up to the craftsmanship passed down by his ancestors.
"Chen Yu, and you! The two of you are so audacious!"