Prime Minister Mansion of the Imperial Capital.
"How do you view this matter?"
As Zhou Yongtao spoke, he placed an unopened pack of cigarettes in front of Lin Shiping and then went to open the window facing the garden.
It was clearly meant to block Lin Shiping's excuse to grab a smoke and slip away.
War had already begun, and time was incredibly precious.
Even though Zhou Yongtao disliked people smoking, he could only tolerate it for now.
Besides, Lin Shiping had encountered a severe traffic jam on his way, which had delayed his arrival.
According to Lin Shiping, when this war was over, it really should be considered to relocate the capital, or at least to move the administrative institutions.
The population of the Imperial Capital had already exceeded 20 million!
In this congested city, people wasted more than four hours daily just commuting, and during major events, the entire city would inevitably be paralyzed.
