Simon glanced at him coldly, too lazy to speak.
Thomson assumed he was jealous inside and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows even more smugly as he boasted, "The M16 is the ace up our company's sleeve. With its performance, I believe there's no heavy machine gun that can compare. Mr. Austin, wouldn't you agree?"
Simon Austin continued to look at him expressionlessly.
Thomson thought he was at a loss for words from being rebuffed and was overjoyed, patting his beer belly as he said pretentiously, "Mr. Austin, there's no need to be too discouraged. Although Solomon's R7 isn't as good as my M16, I, Thomson, am never one to annihilate completely. BC Manufacturing eats meat, but at least Solomon can drink a few sips of soup. Mr. Austin, just wait to drink the soup, ha-ha!"
Thomson's face glistened with smug laughter.
Ruan Qi watched him, feeling that Thomson only became the boss of BC Manufacturing because he knew how to choose the right birth.
