The explanation desk in the exhibition hall was gradually crowded with people.
Ruan Qi and Simon stood in the corner, talking and waiting for the first narrator.
Ruan Qi opened the list of exhibits in his hand and found the first explained exhibit - the new submachine gun No. xx.
"This submachine gun comes from the Weir Group." Simon glanced at the list in her hand and said quietly, "Weir is also an old company, but it has suffered from poor management in recent years and its strength has declined sharply. They attach great importance to this arms show.
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Every arms show is a competition between the weak and the strong.
Those who have fallen into the dust want to use this opportunity to turn around, and those who are high up want to use this opportunity to climb higher and go further.
And when interests are entangled, disputes and snatching will occur.
There is no smoke in the competition in other industries, but it is a real war in this circle.
For example, at the last arms show, due to the fierce competition for resources, someone even openly drew a gun at the exhibition banquet, causing countless deaths and injuries.
"I don't think this arms show will be peaceful." Ruan Qi unfolded the list of exhibits in his hand and scanned the various ordnance models one by one. "This year's exhibits are in full bloom, and there should be many people who want to snatch them. And
As far as I know, this arms show has invited many fringe forces."
The fringe forces are arms dealers who travel in gray areas.
Unlike Solomon, which is a regular company, those arms dealers are living on the edge of the law. They are not afraid of death, licking blood on the tip of the knife, and have several lives in each hand.
Ruan Qi feels that this year’s arms show may not stop.
She turned her head and glanced at the old Alfat and his son who were not far away. She pondered for a moment and said to Simon in a vague voice: "Some bad people may come to this arms show, and they may cause trouble for Solomon."
Simon lowered his eyes and glanced at her, "Them? Who?"
Ruan Qi hesitated for a moment and replied euphemistically: "Some bastards."
It’s not that she doesn’t want to tell Simon about Organization X. It’s just that Organization
When Simon saw what the little girl said, he didn't ask any further questions. He just nodded expressionlessly, "Don't worry, if they dare to trouble Solomon, I will make sure they never come back."
Hearing his loud tone, Ruan Qi couldn't help but wonder: "Did you hire more than just one mercenary team?"
Simon raised his eyebrows noncommittally.
Ruan Qi: "How many bodyguards have you arranged?"
"A lot." Simon put his hands in his trouser pockets and raised his chin coldly and arrogantly, "Money can make all the difference. I didn't make so much money just to make myself feel wronged."
Ruan Qi: "..."
OK.
If you have money, you have the final say.
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Soon, the first commentary began.
Ruan Qi stopped chatting with Simon and took out her iPad to follow the commentator's introduction and began to record the performance data of this submachine gun.
On the large screen of the commentary desk, the 3D model of the No. XX submachine gun slowly rotated 360 degrees to ensure that every guest could observe its details without blind spots.
Ruan Qi picked up her mobile phone and took a few pictures of the model, and a staff member from an exhibition hall suddenly ran over.
"Is this Mr. Austin of Solomon?"
Ruan Qi turned to look at him.
Simon also nodded slightly to him, "I am."
The staff member bowed and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mr. Austin, your company's exhibit was originally ranked seventh and should be on display tomorrow morning. However, something happened to the fifth exhibit just now.
The exhibition can no longer be held. Can your company change its position to the fifth one?"
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