Only then did the banquet begin, and Lu Zheng placed another order with Wang Yanhui for a batch of cold-resistant, high-yield crops.
Without another word, Wang Yanhui raised his head and downed a cup of Wuliangye.
"President Lu, impressive! Cold-resistant crops—have you opened up a route to the Eastern European black soil region?" Liu Wen asked in surprise.
"No, no! You can't say things like that carelessly." Lu Zheng waved his hands repeatedly, denying it outright.
"I understand, I understand!" Liu Wen nodded knowingly. The few of them exchanged glances and smiled in tacit understanding. "Come on, drink, drink!"
What a joke. There were only a few countries that needed cold-resistant crops. Maple Country certainly did not need them, and those Nordic countries had always followed Europe and America's lead. Lu Zheng definitely could not get a foot in there.
The Bear Country was possible, but they could completely provide for themselves. That left only the chaotic Eastern European black soil region—who else could it be? But that place was the foremost battleground where the Bear Country and Europe and America clashed, sensitive as could be. What was more, Lu Zheng was from Hua Country, so naturally he had to make a fortune in silence—keep a low profile and never make a sound.
"President Lu, don't blame this old brother for speaking deeply despite our shallow acquaintance. In recent years, the people there have been brainwashed by Europe and America. They may not be friendly toward us. Since President Lu is doing business with them, you should keep a few more cards up your sleeve," Wang Yanhui reminded him.
"Exactly, Old Wang is right." Liu Wen nodded repeatedly. "Make them pay first. It's so chaotic over there that not many people dare do business there. It's completely a seller's market."