"Huh? Peace talks? Are you kidding me?" Mo Yuan stared at Fu Moxin on the screen before him with a strange expression.
"Hey, who knows? It's certainly very Qiangu Dongfeng, but personally, I don't think they have good intentions." Fu Moxin spread his hands helplessly.
In fact, he had been utterly baffled when he received the message from the Spirit Pagoda.
He might not have been a worm in the Spirit Pagoda's belly, privy to its every thought, but his long years in office had made him all too familiar with the way that father and son operated, especially Qiangu Dongfeng.
Sitting down for peace talks to secure benefits when he couldn't win a fight was indeed typical of Qiangu Dongfeng. But the more normal something seemed, the stranger it was-especially with Qiangu Dongfeng's father, Qiangu Dieting, still alive.
Mo Yuan was speechless.
A banquet with murder waiting in the wings. Who couldn't see that?
But the problem was...
"Why should I agree to peace talks with them? They're acting like they're the ones with the upper hand." Mo Yuan spoke with disdain.
"Then what do you have in mind?"
"Heh. Let them stew for a while. We can talk when they come begging." Mo Yuan sneered.
"As long as you know what you're doing. If you're going to the Spirit Pagoda, take Chen Xinjie along. He's been out having fun for so long, it's about time he did some actual work." Fu Moxin spoke gravely, not forgetting to single Chen Xinjie out at the end.
Fine, he admitted he was jealous. Jealous that Chen Xinjie could go out and enjoy himself however he pleased, while he could only sit in his office listening to a whole bunch of people bicker.
The real problem was that he couldn't do anything