Lille always liked energetic young people...
No, he was only eighteen now, and Frank was thirty-eight.
Seeing this, everyone's concerns were gradually dissipated, soon replaced by a complex array of emotions about the uncertain future.
Lille had painted them a super-sized pie in the sky.
But how were they to develop on a piece of land they had never set foot on, and complete such an impressive feat?
There was still some uneasiness, to be sure.
Lille smiled and gave Frank a thumbs-up, "Not bad, the first issue that needs to be addressed is security."
Africa was a delicious cake in Lille's eyes, but that didn't mean all the locals were pushovers.
"I plan to register a private military contractor there."
A sensitive topic, very sensitive indeed.
After all, Lille had always been clear on his anti-war stance, but now he was prepared to engage in it, which surprised everyone.
Indeed, Lille himself was somewhat troubled by this.
