Frey's words calmed the international tea merchants somewhat. It was possible.
"Indeed, the possibility Mr. Frey mentioned is very high. We should trust his judgment," a middle-aged man suddenly said.
His name was Hobbs, and he was one of the tea merchants who controlled the largest share of the international tea market.
He clearly seemed to believe Frey, and was giving him his wholehearted support.
Yet as he spoke, he had already taken out his phone and sent a message to his secretary: "Find out whether the news about tea from that Eastern Country being able to cure cancer is true. If it is, invite the tea merchants from the Eastern Country to attend the International Tea Culture Festival in my name at once, and tell them I respect their tea culture."
After sending the message, he put away his phone as if nothing had happened, then urged the others, "Since we've gathered here, it means we trust Mr. Frey. So we should trust him all the way."
Hobbs clearly held considerable prestige among the international tea merchants, and they immediately chimed in:
"Exactly. There's a very good chance their news is fake."
"We can't lose our heads. We should trust Mr. Frey."
"That's right. We should trust Mr. Frey."
Hobbs had stirred them up, and they all voiced their support for Robert Frey. This gave Frey a great deal of confidence, and he said to the others, "In that case, let's continue discussing and planning the International Tea Culture Festival."
"Keep an eye on this matter too," Frey added, instructing his blonde secretary. Then he sat back down, unaware that Hobbs had already taken out his phone and secretly started recording a video for reasons of his own.
The internet back home had already erupted.
Cancer had always