He ultimately still brought up that frustrating diplomatic jargon.
"In principle?"
Song Heping put down the teacup, the bottom of the cup making a crisp "click" sound as it touched the table, a hint of sarcasm appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"We are all adults here, all people who have rolled through blood and fire, so let's not play these bureaucratic word games. Yes or no? Give me a straight answer. My troops' movements, ammunition checks, logistical supplies—over ten thousand people are waiting for my orders. My time is very valuable."
Simon felt the vein on his temple pulsing uncontrollably again. He gritted his teeth and said, "Yes! But the specific details must be clear! There can be no ambiguity!"
"Of course,"
Song Heping leaned forward, crossing his hands on the table, instantly switching from a leisurely tea drinker to a shrewd negotiator: "Go ahead, your 'in principle,' what exactly did you agree to?"
"Eastern Kirkuk Oil Field…"
