"Ah, look at me, almost forgot."
Ji Jue slapped his forehead, looking troubled: "We are all old friends, with industrial needs, our Coast is naturally willing to help, but, after all, our Coast is a private enterprise, recently some industrial exoskeletons have been appearing in the Thousand Islands' army, if this gets out, the impact really won't be good!"
"What are you talking about!"
Minkler blew his beard and glared, speaking in a booming voice: "Those reporters nowadays, they've lost their conscience, saying anything for hype. Those were all picked up by us at sea, they don't even have a logo or trademark, how can they be considered as Coast's?"
"Since they were picked up, then there's nothing we can do."
Ji Jue sighed with regret: "Recently, the seas have been quite rough. I'll help you look, hmm, here, and here, there's a possibility you can pick up quite a few."
