After asking that question, Elder Yu wished he could slap himself hard across the face.
What did customs mean to Feng Jun? Crossing national borders was no problem, and neither was transporting large quantities of goods.
From beginning to end, it came down to four words—no problem at all.
Feng Jun did not take his words to heart. He merely smiled. "Customs aren't a problem. Just don't say I'm unpatriotic if I buy them abroad."
"Then why bother?" Elder Yu grew anxious. He might not have believed it if anyone else had said it, but when Feng Jun said it, he truly believed it.
In fact, his people had already noticed that Zhang Caixin had recently been asking around about lithium batteries. Feng Jun was a key surveillance target; once he had drawn attention, could the people around him possibly escape notice?
Since he knew Zhang Caixin cared about it, Elder Yu's curiosity had been piqued, so he looked into it as well.
Of course, at his age, curiosity was about all he could rely on. As for memory, that was all rubbish by now. Still, he knew that Xia Nation's lithium batteries were truly inadequate.
He was worried Feng Jun might smuggle something in—something customs could not stop—so he immediately tried to persuade him. "If you can't reach an agreement, you can negotiate slowly. With that money, why let foreigners earn it?"
Feng Jun laughed. "I don't have the patience for all that wrangling. Negotiating slowly is fine, but with policy restrictions in place, there's simply nothing to negotiate... Old man, you've navigated officialdom for so long. Don't tell me you don't understand even this much?"
"I truly don't," Elder Yu replied, without blushing or skipping a beat.
But he knew perfectly well what was going on—he simply wanted