At this moment, it was not just Zhao Xi. Liu Fengming in the back seat and even Mountain Lord in the passenger seat turned to look.
Long Qi did not care what the others in the car—or anyone else who had heard those words—thought. He had smashed the pot and given up on salvaging it. That was just how brazen he was.
His courage had opened up his train of thought as well. "I was thinking, the brilliant thing about Boss Ronan's approach is that it looks like he's hammering in a nail, but he's really forcing his way in as a shareholder. With Lao Yao there, with that personal connection, Boss Ronan gains a voice in the Hun Dun Order, in the use of Hundred Peaks Monarch's resources, and even in Lake City's development strategy.
"You don't want Boss Ronan involved? Fine. Then the Hun Dun Order shouldn't develop so fast. Put some restrictions on Hundred Peaks Monarch. As long as Lake City is willing to step in and impose controlled changes on the circulation of Aberrant Species products flooding out of the Great Golden Triangle, it makes no difference whether Boss Ronan is involved or not!
"Major Liu, what do you think?"
Liu Fengming said nothing. His brows remained furrowed, yet his eyes shone.
Zhao Xi, who had not been addressed, kept his mouth tightly shut and gripped the steering wheel, pretending to be dead.
He had done some pointless thinking earlier, but that did not mean he was an idiot. Long Qi's remarks were less an analysis of Ronan's intentions than a direct declaration of terms to certain people, using Ronan's name in the special public-opinion arena of a livestream broadcast across the entire internet.
No matter what Boss Ronan truly thought, Long Qi was forcibly pinning