Evening.
A lavish banquet was held at Shanda Locke.
Once again, they warmly welcomed Kan Qin's arrival.
At the banquet.
For Kan Qin.
Everyone eagerly tried to please; having money was king here too, a golden rule they all believed in. As long as both parties kept cooperating with such 'tacit understanding,' their wallets would never run dry.
At the banquet.
Looking at these Mozambique interest groups.
Kan Qin's face was full of smiles.
Sometimes.
The existence of these people indeed facilitated many things. Just throw out some interests, and these people would figure out all manner of ways to make Mozambique swallow it, regardless of whether the interest comes with a touch of 'poison.'
As long as they have meat to eat.
They don't care.
...
That same night.
In the United States.
All major newspapers' international news sections.
Reported on Kan Qin's visit to Mozambique; naturally, the media took a condescending view of the behavior of this 'jumping' upstart country.
