What can I do?
Song He has the upper hand.
In the quagmire of Illiguo, he doesn't have a card to immediately counterbalance Song Heping.
"...Okay."
Simon compromised, "Let's... let's go with this framework. The Abu You Brigade controls the Eastern Kirkuk Oil Field, and the external statement is joint defense. The 1 billion dollar contract will be signed with the Pentagon, and the contract will reach you tonight. The first round of funds and equipment must be in place by sunset tomorrow, and your troops must immediately advance towards Hulmatu. These are the final terms."
"Straightforward! Who says Americans are slow at getting things done? See! You guys are quite efficient!"
The smile on Song Heping's face was no longer sarcastic or teasing, but he couldn't help but joke with Simon.
"Then it's settled! Let the staff below hash out the specifics word by word. Simon, I hope we have a pleasant cooperation this time."
He extended his hand.
"It's a deal!"
