"You mean... I revealed the origin of the premium battleships of level seven technology civilization in order to dissuade them from purchasing too many battleships?" In the starry sky, Lin Yun was astounded when he heard Fang Ao's hypothesis.
"Premium battleships of level seven technology civilization, I reckon, even in a level seven civilization would be top-level strategic resources, difficult to smuggle in. My lord, your sudden revelation will inevitably arouse suspicion, besides, the battleships at this level are too sensitive," Fang Ao said with a wry smile.
"So it appears to be my fault," Lin Yun said, touching his nose.
Although he'd been involved in small businesses for five years, they were really just small ones. Moreover, those common small factories didn't require much negotiation skills, and he had never encountered such a complex matter before.
This kind of thing was related to top-level politics, which an ordinary businessman wouldn't face.
