Zhou Yuanhang had always felt overwhelmed and deeply frustrated, convinced that his job was incredibly difficult. Hearing Old Song's heartfelt words now, he felt a warmth spread through him.
He was grateful and wanted to say a few words of thanks, but when he looked up, Song Youguang had already drifted off with his entourage.
Zhou Yuanhang was swept up in emotion, his heart full of feeling.
As expected of a senior figure in the Central Hub's ranks! Just look at Old Song's breadth of vision, then compare it with Yang Xiangchun's pettiness. The contrast was enormous.
Zhou Yuanhang felt that he was truly unlucky. Of all the major regions in the country, why did he have to be the one hosting the Central South Military Region's team?
And why did the Central South Military Region have to be led by someone like Yang Xiangchun?
Grumbling aside, he still had to host them. If he offended Yang Xiangchun and the entire Central South Military Region team collectively stopped cooperating, how would Zhou Yuanhang explain himself to his superiors in the Western Frontier Military Region?
Even if it wasn't his fault, his superiors would ultimately decide that he, Zhou Yuanhang, had mishandled things.
One of Zhou Yuanhang's deputies spoke quietly. "Director Zhou, I think Old Song is absolutely right. There's no need for us to be so humble. We should just host them normally. The Central South Military Region borders ours. Surely they understand that when one side suffers, the other suffers too? They may look like they came to help us, but they're helping themselves as well. If our Western Frontier Military Region falls, won't the Central South Military Region be next? I refuse to believe they'd really dare to slack off. We've done everything we should and could. If