Bob seemed even more excited than Gao Yang, his voice charged with emotion, "What treasure has got you so pumped? Jack, don't keep us in suspense, tell us now."
Jack gestured for them to wait a moment before quickly exiting his lounge. A few minutes later, when Jack returned, he was holding a large iron rod in his hand.
Although it was an iron rod, Jack handled it as if it were a fragile glass object, carefully stretching it forward, "Guys, check this out."
Bob shrugged indifferently, "It's just a steel rod, or rather just a gun barrel steel, not even a completed barrel. Jack, this is too much for you, isn't it? Why are you so excited?"