Morey froze on the other end of the line. What was going on?
Had this stroke of good fortune come a little too suddenly?
As the Secretary of State for the United States, how could Morey not know about the bad blood between Phantom Immortal Technology and his country? The two sides had openly clashed several times, including Phantom Immortal Technology's latest use of pop-up windows to condemn the U.S. military.
Could Shen Bing really be magnanimous enough to let bygones be bygones with a smile?
The thought made Morey chuckle despite himself. If even Shen Bing had that kind of magnanimity, there would be no petty people left in the world.
Everyone knew that, apart from the initial Dream Glass contract with Disney, Phantom Immortal Technology did no business in the United States.
That was partly because the Americans had barred Phantom Immortal Technology's products from entering the country, and partly because of the company's own stubborn pride.
Any other businessman would have come begging for access to the market the moment the Americans hinted at an opening.
According to the White House's think tank, Shen Bing was the sort of man who would disregard even enormous profits as long as he still held a grudge.
So why had Shen Bing agreed to his request so readily now?
Could there be a catch?
It was not that Morey was a conspiracy theorist. Shen Bing's attitude was simply too unusual.
"I never expected you to be so understanding, Mr. Shen!" Morey said. "I originally thought your company's unfavorable view of us over this incident would lead you to obstruct our handling of its aftermath. As your old Huaxia saying goes, I've judged a gentleman by the standards of a petty man."
"Let's not talk about being understanding just yet," Shen