August 14th.
The meeting continued.
Today was the last day.
Starting tomorrow, everyone would return home to convey the spirit of the meeting.
Yet behind the seemingly calm prosperity, transaction after transaction, compromise after compromise were continuously reached, because behind every industry, every policy, were entangled interests of power and money.
No one wanted to give up.
Mu Zhiwen had been very active these past two days.
He had basically visited all the high-level department heads in Nabi, and they were all very eager to make his acquaintance, mainly because these two states were too big, with people, land, and resources.
Naturally, there were huge interests.
"Pan Cong, chief, yes, I've sent out all the gifts, except for Ling... they... were all very easy to talk to," Mu Zhiwen said towards the end, a flash of disdain crossing the corners of his mouth.
Being easy to talk to meant: Their hands were not at all soft.
"That's good," Pan Cong nodded.
