Boston.
International Materials Research Society Alliance headquarters.
Chairman Swift sat in his office, staring blankly at the email on the computer screen alongside Secretary-General Melifinch. Neither of them reacted for quite some time.
About a day earlier, the White House had gladly accepted their proposal, and Congress had also signaled its approval, intending to use this award ceremony as an opportunity to repair relations between the two countries.
Whether it was supplies for the Deep Space Gate space station or the fusion reactor in California, neither could do without Hua Nation's transport ships and engineers. Even if they wanted to continue this confrontation, they would only be making things difficult for themselves. It even felt somewhat like children throwing unreasonable tantrums.
All signs indicated that it was time for their confrontation with Hua Nation to end.
After all, if this confrontation continued, the people of California would start clamoring for independence again.
Sports could serve as an opportunity to normalize diplomatic relations, and academic events could as well.
The White House had already arranged Lu Zhou's airport reception, prepared a presidential-level meeting, and even scheduled an afternoon tea at the White House. Yet Chairman Swift and Secretary-General Melifinch had never imagined that, after they had arranged everything and only needed to go through the motions of presenting Lu Zhou with an award, Lu Zhou would actually withdraw from consideration and refuse to come?!
Yes, he actually was not coming!
What the hell?!
"...Isn't he a young man himself?" Seeing the wording in the final two lines of the email, even the usually composed Secretary-General Melifinch could not help but complain.
He had never seen anyone so good at showing off!
Chairman Swift, standing beside him, clearly shared the same thoughts. His face looked as though he were constipated, and after