Chapter 1211: Chapter 1210: The Hands-On President
Sikong Jian snapped at his own dad without holding back.
Anyway, as long as Sikong Yao wasn’t happy, Sikong Jian felt twice the pleasure.
Feng Ting, sitting beside him, narrowed his sharp eyes slightly, remaining silent but showing his stance through his silence.
He agreed with Sikong Jian’s view.
"You, you..." Sikong Yao stammered for a while, let out a frustrated huff, and left a harsh remark.
"Hmph, if things are as you say, and we ignore their situation, what if M Continent and O Continent join hands to suppress our Z Country? Can you bear that responsibility?"
Sikong Jian leaned back and casually draped his arm over the back of the chair, looking quite arrogant.
"Since General Sikong can blabber so much, why don’t you go ask Miss Lu Mian for the LA Special Efficacy Drug? Let’s see if she’ll give it to you!"
"..."
After being put in his place, Sikong Yao didn’t dare to approach Lu Mian anymore.
Even if he went, it would just end with being rebuked.
Although the Yun Family wasn’t a super prestigious clan anymore, they certainly carried themselves with grandeur. Yun Sang dared to directly disrespect the president, and Lu Mian ignored the president’s requests. As just a general, how much face could he have?
Moreover, perhaps it was his imagination, but he always felt a hint of hostility from Lu Mian.
Sikong Yao shook his head speechlessly, unable to argue with his son, so he turned for help to the president.
"Mr. President, only you can handle this matter. If it is you who asks Lu Mian, she will surely agree. This is about the nation’s prestige, honor, and economic development. Lu Mian has the responsibility to hand over the special efficacy drug! Otherwise, what’s the point of being the richest person?"
In the end, it was still up to Feng Ting to step in.
There was an increasingly intense sarcasm at the corners of Sikong Jian’s mouth.
The other high-level figures exchanged looks with each other.
The relationship between Sikong the interpreter and General Sikong was quite odd. Though they were supposed to have a foster father-son relationship, they were always at each other’s throats during meetings.
Moreover, they noticed something even more peculiar.
When these two weren’t speaking, there was a slight resemblance in their looks...
This matter eventually fell to Feng Ting.
Feng Ting wasn’t angry, and actually seemed a bit more interested.
"As for the special efficacy drug, even if I talk to Lu Mian, the outcome would be the same. However, she’s not completely inflexible." He had a private feeling that someone might be able to persuade her.
He decided he could seize this chance.
If Lu Mian agreed, he could then take the drug to negotiate with M Country and the O Emperor, striving to gain a more advantageous position for Z Country.
If Lu Mian didn’t agree, then so be it.
But the effort to try was essential.
As president, he had to at least do something.
"Let me handle this," Feng Ting said as he took out his phone, expressionless, and sent a message.
Sikong Yao nodded in agreement.
"With the president stepping in, there’s definitely no problem," he said.
Other high-level officials also chimed in in accord.
"The president truly worries about Z Country, doing even things like this personally, a role model for us all."
"I feel deeply ashamed and only hope that in other matters, I can contribute more to the president and the country."
Sikong Jian: ...?
He glanced at the focused president at the head of the table, and the more he looked, the less he seemed to be conducting official business. He couldn’t help but have doubts again in his mind.
Could it be that Feng Ting still had some improper ideas about Mianmian?
He had already warned Feng Ting against this!
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The Yun Family’s old house.
Lu Mian stood at the entrance, zipping her coat all the way up, the collar rising to cover her beautifully shaped jawline.
Yun Zhishu came over and patiently folded Lu Mian’s collar down.
She folded it neatly, like a school uniform.
Lu Mian didn’t resist, letting Yun Zhishu do as she pleased.
"Mianmian, will you come back for dinner tonight?"
"No, I’ll probably have dinner at the Xiao Family," Lu Mian replied while tying the drawstring on her waist.
"Oh," Yun Zhishu pouted, "Qi Zhen’s cooking is quite good, better than mine."
Lu Mian, being straightforward, didn’t catch the hidden sourness in the words, "Indeed, Xiao Mama is very skilled in cooking."
Yun Zhishu: ...
Her expression changed as quickly as flipping a page in a book, suddenly looking a bit unhappy.
Lu Mian pursed her lips, pondering for a moment.
"Mom... aren’t you and Xiao Mama best friends? Like super close?"