"I think Mr. Ling Zheng has a point. Unfortunately, I'm not the Hemp Mountain Governor..."
That was as blunt as he could make it without telling Tang Changsheng outright: support me, and I'll support Lower River.
Tang Changsheng considered it briefly. It did not seem particularly difficult. "Hemp Mountain is in an unusual situation right now. Someone needs to take charge!"
The finance chief was delighted. Tang Changsheng's words meant he had agreed.
In just a few words, their backroom deal was done. Both understood without saying more. They dropped the subject and began chatting about the weather and amusing stories from Luodu.
The streets were deserted. Military curfew was still in effect, and no one was allowed outside. Normal order would not return until the situation was almost entirely under control.
Just then, a van sped up behind them, pursued by several military vehicles trying to stop it. The soldiers seemed wary of something and had not used force.
"Reporters. Foreign reporters too, it seems..." Tang Changsheng's eyes flickered. Through the van's open window, he had spotted a camera and other equipment.
"Foreign reporters? What are they doing here?" The finance chief was distinctly displeased. Since when did other countries get to point fingers at Great Chu's affairs?
"Mr. Tang! Mr. Tang!" The van caught up as they spoke. Though the escort vehicles kept it well back, someone inside was shouting Tang Changsheng's name at the top of her lungs.
Long hair streamed from the speeding van's window, fluttering in the wind. It was enough to make a heart stir. Even without seeing her face clearly, one could tell she was a rare beauty.
But that fleeting glimpse did not move Tang Changsheng in the slightest. Since she had resorted to this to approach him, she was presumably not