On the mid-slope of Sky Sword Mountain.
A group of people was gathering together.
"Adjust the angle, don't bomb it crooked later."
"Right, right, make sure it's all adjusted, don't blow up the entire Sky Sword Sect."
"That fat guy, stop wandering around, this missile is worth millions, can you afford it if you break it?"
Zhao Guosheng rolled up his sleeves and pointed at a stocky, big man, shouting. The man turned around and grinned, "It won't break."
"Even touching it will cost a thousand," Zhao Guosheng said.
"Holy shit, that expensive?!" Yao Bo exclaimed.
"This is a mini version of the 'SAM' missile, worth millions too, charging you a thousand is already the lowest price," Zhao Guosheng explained.
"Then I'd better not touch it."
Yao Bo came back dejected, lit a cigarette, and walked over to Zhao Guosheng, "Deputy Director, when is this missile going to launch? I've never seen what a missile can do in my life."
"First, give me a cigarette to smoke," Zhao Guosheng said.
