His expression changed unnaturally, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed the teacup.
Song Heping continued to press on: "But if you have Samir's support, the situation will be completely different. The 'Liberation Forces' now control over four hundred kilometers of border, with nearly ten thousand armed personnel, all of whom are battle-hardened veterans. Their recent achievements speak for themselves. If this force is incorporated into the government army, you will be their political backing. At that time, who in parliament would dare not give you face? Even those tribal armed representatives will have to weigh their options in front of you."
Yusuf's eyes began to shine.
Song Heping knew he had hit the mark.
"Furthermore." Song Heping's voice lowered, "Do you only want to be a deputy speaker? Yusuf, you're only forty-six this year, the golden age for a political career. If supported by the military, running for Prime Minister in the future is not impossible."
