It was called an argument, but it was really more like a dispute.
The Navy Admiral was somewhat irritated. He disliked this sort of occasion, but he had no choice except to show up.
The military was in a very bad situation now, so when negotiating with the Department of Defense, they had to send someone with enough presence—someone who could hold his own against the Department of Defense.
That was also why the Navy Admiral had immediately begun mocking his old friend from the Department of Defense.
He actually did not want to act this way either, but the current situation left him no choice.
He stuffed some loose tobacco into his pipe, then began smoking as if there were no one else around him.
He smoked raw tobacco that had not been roasted. The taste and smoke were alarmingly strong.
The smoke and flavor of tobacco were both greatly reduced after simple roasting. Among Every Moment's current main products, roasted tobacco already accounted for thirty-seven percent of total sales.
And that percentage was still increasing.
More and more women were joining the ranks of smokers. In particular, once many factories began employing female workers, sales of Lady Cigarettes rose dramatically.
Moreover, those cigarettes were milder, and some university students liked smoking them too.
But to some old smokers, they were simply too mild—so mild that they had not the slightest bit of flavor! After the Navy Admiral took a puff, the room already reeked strongly of smoke.
The lieutenant general from the Department of Defense, who had kept his eyes closed the entire time, reluctantly opened them. Looking at the Navy Admiral beside him, an enemy and a friend, he sighed. "You always do whatever you feel like doing."
The Navy Admiral began laughing smugly. His teeth were