"Even though I'm not working there, I can collaborate with the Weapons Research Institute and have the technology stationed at Anling Military Factory," Lin Chuan said with a smile.
"What do you mean?"
Shen Qianqian raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding Lin Chuan's point.
Lin Chuan, dressed in a light gray casual suit, reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card, handing it to Shen Qianqian.
Shen Qianqian parked the car by the roadside and took the business card.
It read in bold letters—
'Chairman of Falcon Technology Co., Ltd., Lin Chuan.'
"Falcon Technology?"
Shen Qianqian was startled and more perplexed, "Have you started another company?"
Lin Chuan smiled and nodded, his finger pointing at the business card: