With his own position at stake, the South Korean consul had no choice but to do his utmost.
Yet this was Hong Kong Island, the very city where the South Korean consul was stationed.
Unlike Choi Min-ho and the others, who could simply leave and return to their own country once the DC-8 handover was complete.
As South Korea's consul in Hong Kong, he would undoubtedly have to continue living on Sir Kwan's turf for a long time.
For the South Korean consul, therefore, the most important thing now was to let his superiors see his efforts without offending Sir Kwan.
"Your Excellency Kwan, there is no question about sovereignty over DC-8. This Super Weapon was developed by our country."
The South Korean consul organized his thoughts, then began earnestly trying to persuade Zhou Quan to change his mind.
"Now that the case involving DC-8 has concluded, our request to transport the weapon back to our country is entirely reasonable..."
Before he could finish, however, Zhou Quan raised a hand and cut him off.
"Mr. Consul, this is not a matter of claiming lost property."
Zhou Quan's attitude was forceful, his voice categorical and beyond dispute.
"Nor is this a marketplace. There is no room for bargaining."
"You should be more familiar than I am with the procedures for negotiations between countries!"
At this point, Zhou Quan paused briefly and gave the South Korean consul a pointed hint.
"If there are any issues, you may notify an administrator at your country's National Intelligence Service and have him contact me directly."
"Alternatively, your Blue House can negotiate directly with our Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
"Once our superiors reach a consensus, I will immediately arrange for personnel to transport DC-8 out of Hong Kong and hand it over to your people."
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