Dennison Henry dropped to his knees with a thud before Gu Hang.
Cold sweat had permeated his forehead.
The Governor's three questions peeled away his psychological defenses layer by layer until they were completely stripped away.
He had not thought this way.
At least, he didn't dare to consciously think this way.
But upon introspection, even by the instinct of a businessman, hadn't he subconsciously done just that?
He was a merchant, and he was in the business to make money. The Governor, however, was not a merchant and always wanted him to do this and that. The additional conditions attached to the business inevitably impacted his profits.
He truly didn't want other merchants competing with him for this business, even if in the future he couldn't handle the full production capacity himself.
As for going one step further, he indeed hadn't thought about it, but...
