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Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 389 - 130 Permafrost Ore_3
"Hello, Mr. Feromed," the two exchanged simple salutations.
"You can just call me by my name, it will be more relaxed and comfortable," he said as he sat down, then summoned a staff member to inquire about the status of the contract drafting.
"Let’s leave it at that, there’s no need to fuss over the minor details too much," he understood the efficiency of his subordinates, and fussing over details wouldn’t make much difference. Most of the contract templates were already mature and wouldn’t have any major issues. However, these people, in order to demonstrate their value, would deliberately entangle themselves with the other party over certain details.
"Yes, Mr. Feromed," before long, the contracts from both parties were laid out on the table. Under the record of triple cameras, both parties signed their names, stamped with their company’s special cryptographic seal, and then entered it into the federal contract archive, thus completing the signing of the contract.
"Now let me take you both on a tour of the North Country’s scenery," said the tall man, inviting them as he stood. Because he was nearly two meters tall, Tilan and the other had to look up slightly to make eye contact.
Later, the three of them took off in a small aircraft from the Frozen Soil Mining Company, flew through the district of West Beberg, and headed for the nearby snowcapped mountains, where mountainside villas and hotels specifically for tourism awaited at the summit.
It was already June, and the mountain top wasn’t cold; between the soil, a few white fairywood blossoms were in bloom. The three of them walked up the stairs and then stopped at a platform, looking down at the high mountains and distant scenery.
After a brief conversation, Mr. Feromed suddenly spoke up.
"The two of you coming to us for ’Frozen Soil Ores’ should be for more than just this collaborative project, right?"
"Why would Mr. Feromed think that?" the girl asked curiously.
"Although this business deal is not insignificant, it’s not particularly important either, certainly not enough to warrant a personal visit from the young mistress of the Silver Leaf Workshop." Most of the raw materials for the Silver Leaf Workshop were finished steel products; it was rare for them to directly purchase ore materials.
"I’m not familiar with Miss Tilan’s situation, but I happen to know the two marks that were made during the contract signing," he continued.
"Lebyon, such a nostalgic name. Our company, a long time ago, also worked with them. However, these are things that most of the family middle management doesn’t know about, only we direct heirs occasionally flip through the ancient records of the family."
"If that’s the case, it does save us a lot of time explaining," Tilan nodded slightly and then began to talk about the current changes in the Northern Second District, as well as some future plans.
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After carefully listening to the vision described by the black-haired girl, he nodded slightly, but then asked, "Perhaps I am being presumptuous, but I still want to know, Miss Tilan, how can you ensure everything proceeds smoothly?"
"What you are talking about is not only business-related but also implies facing political resistance, whether it’s the approval for establishing a city, the re-examination of the large-scale transfer of personnel, or whether the construction of the Withered Tree Garden will trigger an old ban from the Star Domain government."
"Well..." The girl pondered for a moment. The best explanation right now was to reveal her Talent as a Songstress.
After a few seconds pause, she closed her eyes slightly and then reopened them, a faint luminescence shimmering in her pupils.
"Mr. Feromed, do you understand now?" Her voice seemed to resonate from the soul, and the man opposite could even see through those blue eyes the distant North Country, covered in miles of snow, and the barren desolation of the vast lands, a faint sadness and pity arising in his heart.
It was as if an impulse was slowly rising, compelling him to want to change this state of affairs, to pray for bringing life back to this vast land, a feeling that rippled through his heart like waves, nearly overwhelming him.
This is really something... He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and subdued the impulse.
Without further ado, he understood where this girl’s confidence came from.
If she was a new Songstress, and one with substantial potential, then everything made sense.
Politically, whatever she wanted to do, as long as it did not violate federal law and common moral righteousness, wouldn’t encounter any resistance. She might even initiate a trend, changing the current situation within the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain.
"I understand, Miss Tilan. Please allow ’Frozen Soil Ores’ to become your faithful follower," he bowed deeply, his emotions swirling within.
Perhaps it was a bit early to make such a hefty bet now, but he wasn’t like the old and timid traditionalists in his family. Right now, while the Songstress was not yet famous, was the best chance to invest. Otherwise, it wouldn’t mean much to do so later, when numerous businesses would be knocking at her door.
"There’s no need to be so formal," the girl shook her head.
"Actually, I have another matter for my visit, concerning Tatanis..." She started discussing the situation within the Academy and the negative impact currently caused by the indigo cornflowers.
"Rest assured, Miss Tilan, I will properly educate my younger sister to understand the importance of discipline and etiquette," he pressed the last few words with particular emphasis, making one worry about Tatanis’s upcoming experiences.
"Uh, I hope Mr. Feromed won’t administer too harsh a punishment, since we are all classmates of Edith," Tilan had to reassure slightly, fearful of any extreme actions.
"Please rest assured on that matter, Miss Tilan."
Seeing Mr. Feromed agree readily, the two did not dwell further, and during the rest of the tour, Mr. Feromed was especially respectful and courteous, even inviting them to enjoy a lunch rich with North Country specialties.
Thus, until the evening, Tilan and Annelli took the flight back.
Watching the military-backed aircraft take off and slowly disappear into the sky, Mr. Feromed finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he frowned deeply and beckoned to his attendant.
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"Connect me to my father’s phone line, then send an email to Tatanis, telling her to buy a ticket for tomorrow... no, for tonight, and come home for a while."
"Yes."