"Will they sell us the mining resources?"
"Do they have the capability to exploit them?" Zhu Wencong retorted.
The crowd couldn't help but smile knowingly; there was no need to worry about Zhu Wencong—he had already planned everything.
Zhu Wencong faced the reporters on the other side, the gathering was public, proving that England's nobility were truly investing in Tsarist Russia.
Apart from external propaganda, Zhu Wencong needed to take precautions to prevent these people from agreeing verbally without any actual actions.
The atmosphere was at its peak, everyone temporarily lost their reason, and once they returned home and thought carefully, they would hesitate.
Zhu Wencong needed to weld the car doors shut, not giving them the chance to get off, making them follow his train to the final station.
Only then did the nobles realize that journalists from the press were around, constantly recording; the contents of tomorrow's talks would appear in various newspapers.
