Over the next few days, Zhou Xu planned to follow his original plan and enter seclusion directly until the day the meeting began.
However, ideals were plump, while reality was painfully thin.
After the banquet ended, those two fellows, Peter and Fisher, came knocking one after another.
"None of them can sit still, can they?"
Zhou Xu was speechless inwardly, but he had no choice but to see them.
After all, the two of them were now considered major clients of his, so they still had to receive the basic level of treatment.
Peter had come earlier than Fisher, so Zhou Xu saw him first.
"Rest assured, Councillor Peter. Your country's stance within the United Nations will not affect our cooperation. These are two separate matters."
Although he had already emphasized this point at the banquet, Peter was clearly still uneasy.
Only after receiving Zhou Xu's promise once again did he finally relax. His attention then shifted back to the progress of the firearms' development.
"His Majesty the Zhou Emperor, how is the firearms' development progressing?"
He was counting on this to turn the tables. More importantly, according to their previous agreement, once the firearms were developed, he would bear all the raw-material costs. Under that condition, for every two firearms Great Zhou produced, he would receive one.
Simply put, he no longer needed to compete with Fisher in bidding!
Zhou Xu knew perfectly well what Peter was thinking.
Although he still had plenty of Individual Crossbows waiting to be sold, from Peter's perspective, they had indeed been developing the firearms for quite some time—from last year until now. If there had been no progress at all, it would have been rather hard to justify.
With that thought, Zhou Xu pondered briefly before slowly speaking.
"There has naturally been progress.