"There are no talents in this world that can't be poached. There are only people who don't make the effort to poach them." Jiang Pengji readily accepted his view and retorted good-naturedly to Feng Zhen's words. "Turn your thoughts around and think about Wanzhou in its entirety. The land is big but the people are scarce. We do everything by ourselves. Sooner or later, we'll die from exhaustion over a pile of official documents..."
The only thing that Jiang Pengji stopped short of telling Feng Zhen was, "And you still want a vacation, women, good wine, and fine food? Hurry, get to work and procure the people we need!"
Even if she didn't say it in those words, with Feng Zhen's IQ, he was immediately able to understand the deeper meaning behind her words.
It was precisely because he understood her that he felt even more regret over the choices he'd made in the past.
He should never have gone running over so eagerly back when he received Wei Ci's letter.