Tonight's dinner was even more lavish than usual.
Though there were not many dishes, every one of them was a "premium" item—Osetra caviar, Romanée-Conti wine, and the like.
It was obvious that a great deal of thought had gone into it.
Wang Ye had never received this kind of treatment before.
When he had come over for meals in the past, the food had been refined enough, but the ingredients had been relatively ordinary.
Mashed potatoes, grilled steak, borscht, salad, and so on.
Even if there had been caviar or wine, they had only been ordinary products, nowhere near as expensive as what was served today.
Wang Ye could only sigh inwardly. It seemed that the habit of judging what to serve based on who was eating was not exclusive to China—it was universal!
Naturally, Wang Ye would not reject such enthusiastic hospitality. After all, had he not put in so much effort precisely for this day...?
"By the way, Misha, now that you're the chairman of both the Economic Committee and the Foreign Affairs Committee, do you have any new ideas regarding the country's economy and foreign policy in the coming period?"
During dinner, Rosiana's godfather—who would henceforth simply be referred to as Godfather—asked casually.
Given the status of men like him and Wang Ye, even while eating, they mostly discussed topics that ordinary people might consider lofty and empty.
But there was no helping it. These things really were their jobs.
If ordinary people talked about such matters, they might be mocked for indulging in empty rhetoric.
But what Wang Ye and Godfather said casually had a very high chance of actually being implemented, influencing and changing the direction of the country's—and even the world's—development!
Wang Ye set down his knife and fork. After thinking for a