Time always passed by very quickly when in deep thought, and after a long while, the sliding door was slowly pulled back, following which Qin Changxin and Zhao Yun entered the room.

Both of them had smiles on their faces and were giving off a slight scent of alcohol. It was clear that they had just gone for a small celebration to savor the success and to offload the immense pressure that had been weighing on them during the past few days.

"Lord Qin?" Qin Changxin was rather taken aback to see Qin Ye in the room, and he asked, "What yer doin' 'ere?"

Qin Ye's complex trains of thought were instantly derailed by Qin Changxin's northeastern accent, and he almost spat out the tea in his mouth. "Didn't you already fix your accent? Why do you sound like that again?" [1]

"Oh? My apologies." Qin Changxin cleared his throat before asking in standard mandarin, "Is it better now?"

Now that Qin Changxin had been switched to the right channel, Qin Ye gestured for the two of them to join him, and after they had taken a seat, he said in a grim voice, "Just now, the president of the GTO invited me to discuss some matters relating to the next world trade conference."

Qin Changxin didn't know anything about this. After all, it was his first time attending an international conference. However, Zhao Yun immediately realized what the problem was, and he said, "If I recall correctly, it should be our turn to...