Qi Yun listened quietly until Salaman finished his lament, and then put on a sympathetic expression, "I can understand the predicament your country is in. That feeling of having to obey others in everything is indeed very unpleasant."
Salaman fiddled with a cigar on the table, cut one, and handed it over, "Buddy, thank you for your understanding, so please, you have to help me this time."
"Thank you, I don't smoke this," Qi Yun politely waved his hand in refusal, then pondered, "I always remember your help last time, Mr. Salaman. If I can be of assistance, I will do my utmost."
"What exactly do you want me to do?"
Salaman sat up straight, looking expectantly at Qi Yun, "I want you to help settle things with the top executives of Beidou Company. My people have had interactions with them recently, and their willingness to cooperate isn't strong."
