She was impressed by Nan Ling.
After all, in the Independent Continent, there are not many people as arrogant as Nan Ling.
"Did you meet him at noon?" Qiao Nian's focus was not on the relationship between the two, but on the fact that Ye Wangchuan had lunch with Nan Ling at noon.
Ye Wangchuan rubbed his brows, his eyes relaxed: "Didn't Ji Nan introduce a few friends to me? One of them invited me to lunch at noon, so I went. Then I ran into them, and left after not staying for long."
"Yeah." Qiao Nian just asked casually.
She had something else she wanted to ask Ye Wangchuan: "How much titanium, rhenium, and beryllium do you have?"
"You want to make a rocket?" Ye Wangchuan controlled the Ninth Institute in his early years and was familiar with the research there. As soon as Qiao Nian mentioned the materials, he knew what Qiao Nian was going to do.
The girl had unruly eyebrows and eyes. She turned her baseball cap to the back, revealing a delicate and bold face. She raised her eyebrows and looked over with her dark eyes.
"Make some missiles for fun."
Gu San was also nearby, and three black lines appeared on his forehead when he heard the words.
Listen, people say no.
Make a few missiles for fun... If he wasn't here, I would have thought it was a conversation on the TV I turned on.
However, he was familiar with Qiao Nian.
I know very well that this is the daily life of the big guys.
After all, he had the Red Alliance in the illegal zone, had close ties with the weapons tycoons in Continent F, and was the successor designated by President Feng of the First Research Institute.
She said it was just for fun...she just wanted to treat the big guy that everyone fears as a bigger "toy" for research and development.
Rare earths are very precious.
The three things that Qiao Nian wanted were on the restricted list, so Gu San felt that his master should at least discuss it with the old man at home before giving a reply.
Who knew that while he was still distracted, he heard the worthless voice of his own master: "How much do you want?"
Gu San looked over in surprise. Ye Wangchuan didn't even notice him at all. He only saw Qiao Nian the whole time.
Qiao Nian gave a rough number.
Not too much, not too little.
You definitely can’t get it on the black market, you have to look for it through other channels, which is not only too troublesome, but also time-consuming.
Ye Wangchuan had extremely long eyelashes, a straight nose and thin lips, and a proud and noble temperament. He agreed and said, "Well, I'll have someone bring it to you from the dock later."
Qiao Nian looked at him deeply and said, "Thank you."
Ye Wangchuan suddenly reached out and rubbed the top of her head. He only touched the cap and pressed it lightly: "...Tell me this."
His voice was light and contained a faint smile, and only the taste of doting could be heard.
Gu San suddenly felt like he was being fed a mouthful of dog food. He coughed dryly and interrupted the two of them: "Well, Master Wang, I'm going back to my room first."
Ye Wangchuan slowly raised his eyelids and finally noticed that there was someone else in the living room. He said in a rather domineering way: "Do you want me to open the door for you?"
Gu San greased his feet: "No, no."
"Master Wang, Miss Qiao, you guys are busy."
Qiao Nian didn't think anything of it at first, but later on realized that she seemed to have been teased.
She raised her eyes and glanced at the man who had withdrawn his hand. She raised her hand and touched her nose with a slightly awkward expression: "You..."
"Hmm?" Ye Wangchuan leaned back and relaxed on the sofa, looking over there.
Qiao Nian was met with his vast and deep eyes. She swallowed the words that were about to slide down her throat and then remembered something: "By the way, I may be busy recently."
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Qiao Nian got a headache thinking about this. She frowned irritably and bent down to pick up the water on the coffee table. She said, "Aunt Yuan said there will be an international jewelry competition soon and Chengfeng Group will participate. She asked me to see if I can find time to draw a blueprint."
(End of this chapter)