Zero looked up at the boss in confusion.
"... ..."
"Boss, are you comfortable with me leading the team?"
Seeing the excitement growing in Zero's eyes, Mo Jingchun joked, "What is there to worry about? It's not like you're going to tear down the exhibition center."
"Hahaha, that's impossible. Tearing it down would mean paying for it."
Zero rubbed his little hands awkwardly and chuckled.
"Boss, just leave the design of a few industrial robots to me. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Zero was eager to work, which put Mo Jingchun at ease. After all, the industrial robots were just there to make up the numbers and serve as a foil to White.
"Sure, my expectations are not high. Just don't make me lose face."
"No problem." Zero pounded his chest forcefully, and from seven or eight meters away, Mo Jingchun could hear the banging sound echoing.
Judging by that level of force, hitting someone's chest would probably break at least a couple of ribs.
