"Mr. Lu, thank you so much for introducing us," Prince Tala said, thanking him in fluent Chinese.
Minister Lu smiled. "Prince Tala, there's no need to thank me. We've made a deal, after all. Besides, whether you can persuade Boss Qin is up to you. We can't make the decision for him."
"Also, Youcheng is a major tourist attraction. You should take the time to enjoy it. I think you'll be in for a surprise."
Prince Tala smiled. "I know. Youcheng has Optimus Prime and Megatron. I've seen the news—they seem to be in a scenic area."
Minister Lu shook his head. "Prince Tala, Youcheng is more than just Optimus Prime and Megatron. It has plenty of other wonders, too."
Watching the Youcheng sign flash past, he smiled again. "Your Highness, get ready. You'll soon experience Youcheng's wonders for yourself."
Prince Tala was puzzled. They were only entering a city—or rather, a small county in this country. What was there to prepare for?
He had researched the country. A county-level city was just a small, remote place.
Compared to Magic City, the international metropolis they had come from, it was like night and day.
But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he quickly sensed that something was wrong.
The feeling caught him off guard.
Then he realized what it was: the air was different.
All at once, he felt as if his nose had cleared completely.
His country had nothing like this air.
Back home, the air could feel stiflingly hot, and breathing could make your nasal passages sting.
Prince Tala was stunned. "Mr. Lu, what's going on with the air?"
Minister Lu smiled. "Your Highness, this isn't even the best it gets!"
"???" Prince Tala stared in shock.
The air was already this good, and it still