He needed time.
At least a year or two to have Lyu come up with some "technology patents" and to complete a minor upgrade of military technology for Wind while establishing a commercial landscape there.
Being backward meant getting beaten, an eternal truth.
Ding!
A crisp sound echoed in the empty floor.
Viscount Yang Ming clinked glasses with Prince Edwan, who continued fumbling with the barbecue tongs in front of him.
This unhealthy and primitive method of roasting food through material combustion at unstable temperatures was a novelty to Edwan.
Yang Ming turned his head to glance at the distant corner, where Kolev was video chatting with an elegant elderly lady.
This old man, considered a paragon of businessmen, had secured a baron's title without spending any money, which made Yang Ming feel a bit indignant.
His own viscountcy had been earned through blood and sweat!
Kolev was always just socializing!
