As the gangway slowly touched down, Hua Qiang had barely stepped out of the cabin when the faintly cool airport wind, carrying indistinct voices, swept over him.
Kim Ji-soo clung tightly to Hua Qiang's arm, her fair fingers gripping the elbow of his suit, her knuckles faintly whitening.
Her soft hair brushed lightly over his sleeve as she hurried to keep up with him.
Her eyes were lowered, yet her gaze remained fixed on the shifting figures around them, her heart strung taut like a bowstring.
This time, Hua Qiang had come to Han Nation because of her; she ought to be the greatest contributor, so naturally she had to fight for the greatest benefits.
Besides, she had a decision of her own.
So many pairs of eyes were fixed on this juicy prize now. If someone else got the first word in, all her earlier groundwork would have gone down the drain.
There were no shortage of beautiful women in Han Nation. Moreover, when these politicians and tycoons sought to achieve their aims, there was no tactic they would not employ.
Offering up a few women—even their own wives and daughters—would not make them bat an eye.
Before Hua Qiang could adjust to the outdoor light, a group of people in dark suits with name badges pinned to their chests surged forward, instantly surrounding the two of them.
The leading government official wore a face full of smiles and presented a gilded business card with both hands. Mixing Korean with clumsy Chinese, he repeatedly said, "Mr. Hua Qiang, welcome, welcome! His Excellency the President specifically instructed us to take good care of you!"
No sooner had he finished than a corporate representative squeezed forward, clutching the corner of a letter of intent in his hand, his tone urgent.
"Mr.