Having said this, Fang Ze did not continue further. He picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and just sat there calmly waiting for Jia's decision.
At this moment, having listened to Fang Ze's analysis, Jia also fell into silence for a bit.
Because he knew Fang Ze's analysis was right.
The Federation, though seemingly vast and resource-rich, had been developed over fifty years, and the entrenched beneficiaries had already monopolized all the opportunities. The powerful held a myriad of resources and would not share them with the weak. The weak had no resources to share.
Why were so many nobles eyeing Fang Ze? Wasn't it because the resources he possessed were new and distributable?
So Fang Ze was right, they indeed had no choice.
But having no choice didn't mean they had to accept such unequal partnership terms!
