Admit that Song Heping already possesses enough weight to make an arrogant superpower lower its guard and come to the negotiation table.
"Dagula's conditions are rudimentary, with yellow sand blowing everywhere; I'm afraid it can't host such a distinguished guest as Director Simon."
Song Heping's tone continued with a hint of cat-and-mouse sarcasm, "Moreover, forgive my bluntness, but the situation here is not entirely peaceful, and I'm afraid I cannot fully guarantee your safety."
"This isn't a visit; it's about solving a problem. As for safety, you don't need to worry; I'll take care of that myself."
Simon completely discarded the usual bureaucratic politeness.
"My plane is ready and will take off soon. I hope that upon my arrival, we can have a... productive dialogue. Song, I believe you are a sensible man and should understand that the current stalemate benefits no one, except our common enemy—'1515'."
A common enemy?
Song Heping sneered inwardly.
