Having made the arrangements one by one, Zhu Wencong could leave the Midwest region with ease, without worrying about being stabbed in the back.
His trip to Iowa and Nebraska was not just to discuss transportation costs, but also to focus on the more important matter of agricultural expansion.
Only with successful cases could he move on to the next step, purchasing farms in the South that had been ravaged and destroyed by war.
"Mr. Z, why haven't you been going out recently, staying in the manor all the time?" Governor Mubaye came over and asked.
"Hahaha! It's been a bit turbulent recently, so it's safer to go out less," Zhu Wencong replied, as the Governor had been inviting him to the coffee shop.
Zhu Wencong had already received advance notice that someone was plotting to kidnap him and his entourage to extort a large sum of money.
Most forces didn't dare to lay a finger on Zhu Wencong, it was only a few who were barefooted, fearing neither heaven nor earth.