"Boss, do you think they'll accept your terms?"
After the guests left, Zhu Yihai stood in front of the elevator, turning to look at his boss with a worried expression.
"What terms?"
Pierre's face showed a hint of puzzlement.
Zhu Yihai was a bit taken aback—had the boss forgotten what just happened? He quickly reminded him,
"That immigration agreement—do you think they'll agree to it?"
"Immigration agreement? Oh, you mean the one that's already been signed. Now, all we need to do is act according to the agreement. What does it matter to them?"
That was the beauty of the agreement: the country didn't need to provide anything, yet could receive a huge amount of supplies. All they needed was to acknowledge the validity of the agreement.
In fact, it wasn't even about acknowledgment, because the agreement had never been abolished.
