That was normal. It was like how Bill Gates and Musk would never know the price of vegetables at a local market.
The chat app interface.
powermaster, Fang Zhen's ID, was sending a message.
Li Zoyi was also online.
Fang Zhen: Buying guns.
Li Zoyi: Sure. Upgrading so soon? Is the Desert Viper not enough for you anymore?
Fang Zhen: It's still pretty smooth, but I want to try something else. Something bigger, more powerful, a little wilder. Something that satisfies a man's urge to conquer.
Li Zoyi: So fickle. Hmph. Men.
Li Zoyi: Your two handguns are already near top-of-the-line. What kind of upgrade are you thinking of?
Fang Zhen: Assault rifle, heavy sniper, grenades. Anti-personnel mines would be great. If you can get your hands on an RPG or some other kind of rocket launcher, I'll take that too. I'm not a picky eater.
An awkward ten-second silence.
Ten seconds later.
Li Zoyi: What the hell are you planning to do?
Fang Zhen: Try something with more kick.
