After delivering the armor, Zheng Qing couldn't help but wryly smile and said, "The tech department is going to curse me out. These 20 sets were supposed to be put on sale, but they were actually for internal staff, yet Miss Turquoise Pool bought them all."
She glanced at the four people before her and couldn't resist asking, "May I ask why you all are unwilling to join the Special Warfare Bureau?"
Li Qianxia looked at Li Changzhou, who then looked at Yang Qinglan.
Yang Qinglan's voice was serene and elegant, "To put it in philosophical terms—we have too many material, social, and worldly worries, leaving us no time for existential, philosophical, or religious turmoil."
"Exactly!" Li Changzhou agreed heartily, "If daily life restricts us, we can't easily touch upon life's greater limits."
"You do have a bit of a philosopher's potential," said Yang Qinglan with a laugh.
"What can't I do?" Li Changzhou's spine straightened even more.