Negotiations concluded, Zhao Yang returned!
But there was no triumphant smile on his face; on the contrary, he looked anxious, "This time, we've thoroughly offended Mitsui Mieko. I really don't understand—instead of staying in Japan, why would she come to these desolate hills to start a mineral water plant? It's insane!"
"It's not that simple!"
Ying Yue shook his head slightly, "The daughter of the current head of the Mitsui Consortium, traveling all this way to the deep mountains to open a mineral water factory, do you believe such a nonsense story?"
"I would be a fool to believe it!"
Zhao Yang decisively shook his head, "This is a nature reserve, too remote. To actually establish a mineral water factory here, the cost would be too great.
With Mitsui Mieko's intelligence, she could easily choose other, more profitable industries to invest in, rather than coming here to undertake such an ungrateful task. So, there must be something fishy going on!"