"I'm planning to get a batch of armaments," Slovsky said with a grin. "Do you think the old General could lend a hand?"
"What do you need this stuff for?" Slovsky asked with curiosity.
"To be honest, I'm just reselling them," Lin Chuan chuckled. "The situation in the Middle East is intense, so I've got to find a way to profit from the war."
"No way!" Slovsky shook his head, saying, "These are our country's standard firearms, and they are absolutely not allowed to be exported. But..."
"But what?" Lin Chuan immediately picked up on the hint.
"But, we've been friends for so many years, and not selling to you seems unreasonable." Slovsky looked at Lin Chuan with a smile, holding an authentic Cuban cigar that had already burned a third, the room filled with a faint cigar aroma.
"Of course," Lin Chuan smiled. "Besides, I never planned to return empty-handed this time; I intend to take a batch of things back from you."
