Ask shook his head and refused: "It can't be done. Those people have been transferred out of Saint-Aral. They should be on their way back to Victoria."

"I personally sponsored a batch of medicine to St. Aral to inhibit the spread of Originium crystals."

Ask frowned: "Aguang, this is not about money..."

"A new drug production line will be built, and the supply will be given to Saint-Aral first. The price...is easily negotiable."

"I remember that two of them stayed in the infirmary temporarily because they were acclimatized and had stomach upsets. I'll go and ask. You stay here and wait for news. The lady may come over later. Please be careful what you say."

Zhou Jinru put down the teacup, the bottom of the cup was empty, leaned on the soft chair, and took a long breath.

Most things in this world can be clearly marked with prices. The question is whether the price is adequate.

He promised to build a new production line, which was originally planned in Rhode Island this year. After retrieving the stored frigates from Victoria, the production lines will definitely be increased by two to three, and sales will not be a problem.

After Saint-Aral's independence, it was no less than starting over from scratch. In addition to the aid from the three countries, it also urgently needed to be recognized by the world. Rhode Island had given priority to the olive branch that Asker offered, and no matter how cunning Asker was, he was not afraid that he would not take the bait.

St. Aral is Russell's lifelong property, the appeal of countless Rust Belt people, the expectations behind it, and the worries after rebirth. How can it be wiped away by a single word of independence?

How is the governance of Longmen compared to Saint-Aral?

Wei Yanwu still spent twenty years taking care of it conscientiously.

As for the initial statement that Victoria's pilot had been sent away, it was all a lie. Zhou Jinru was sure that these people could not leave easily. Asik's words were just waiting for him to make an offer.

You make an offer and I take it, and we hit it off immediately.

"I just heard the conversation between you and Uncle Ask."

Zhou Jinru didn't need to look back to hear that Kesha had come in. He poured himself another cup of black tea. This time he didn't drink it in a hurry, but said: "We have reached a consensus on a small issue."

The girl's pale golden hair was spread over her shoulders, and her eyes were full of exhaustion. It was obvious that she had not rested for a while. She was still wearing the black coat, which was open and lined with a white shirt. She looked quite heroic.

"You didn't lie to me?"

"No, I won't lie to you. I'm sorry about that time before."

Zhou Jinru thought about it, and it made sense for Russell to warn him not to get close to Kesha, because the girl in front of him was sketched out by his subconscious under the guidance of Russell. The relationship between them was somewhat unclear.

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"real?"

"Really, I am a friend of St. Aral, and so is Rhode Island. I don't need to lie to you about this."

The girl was leaning on the table, holding her chin with both hands, staring at the table, and said in a low voice: "I don't like my current life at all. My father, my father is no longer here, but I can still feel that he is in my body."

It's a very strange feeling around me, I don't even have much sentimentality."

Zhou Jinru deeply agreed: "I also think that people like Mr. Russell should not simply disappear, but right now, this city needs you and there is no time to think too much."
Chapter completed!