"I said before, this issue isn't so easy to resolve," Shen Jingye drew out a cigarette, took a puff, "Director Li, you've set me up. I told you earlier that this matter should be handled by Liao Zihui, what do we do now?"
Li Banfeng replied: "This has nothing to do with Liao Zihui. The Soda Kiln's matter has been resolved. Neither Inner State nor Puluo State will go to war at the Soda Kiln. Their battleground is the Ruirong Textile Factory."
Shen Jingye was taken aback: "How is that possible? How could Inner State people bypass Puluo State to reach the factory?"
Li Banfeng chuckled: "Still pretending with me, Little Shen? With so many issues at the Ruirong Textile Factory and it hasn't been demolished yet, you ought to know some of the reasons, right? That's the passage between Inner State and Outside Provinces, you think I really don't know?"
