Slan stood as stable as a rock, without any wavering, seemingly without a brain, behind the accountant, without any opinion.
That is to say, he had long received the news, and even agreed with it. Moreover, this accountant's status was extraordinarily high.
Yet, the other's pointed words hinted at something to him.
After a moment of silence, Ji Jue knocked on the table. The spiritual circuit spread, covering and sealing the room, isolating the entire office. Then, a layer of electric sparks appeared out of nowhere, rudely scanning, crashing all equipment and facilities.
Finally, under Isis's surveillance, the place was now a complete secret chamber.
"I imagine your side isn't interested in hydroelectric or wind power generators?" Ji Jue asked with a half-smile.
"No."
The accountant shook his head, decisively answering, "We're actually interested in those as well."
