After leaving the First Military Region, Wu Tianyan got into a specially-made official car.
He leaned back in his seat, appearing tired, and closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep. For the elderly man, this period was a precious opportunity to rest.
Secretary Sun took out a spare blanket and carefully draped it over him.
"Sun."
"Wu Lao," Secretary Sun hesitated, "Why don't you rest for a while and we can talk about anything when we get back to Tingming Pavilion?"
"Sigh…" Wu Tianyan sat up and rubbed his forehead, "There are things to do when we get back. At my age, if I don't talk about it now, I'll forget once things get busy later."
Secretary Sun had no choice but to take out his notebook, "Then please, go ahead."
"There are a few things to note down."
"First, tell the people at the Foreign Affairs Department to accelerate the negotiation process; the terms can be slightly relaxed. As long as they do not involve any principled issues, we can negotiate."
