Patrick wasted no time, launching straight into uncomfortable territory. His tone was far from friendly.
Fang Ming sighed lightly, keeping his composure. "Let's get to the point, shall we? I'm busy ensuring British interests, after all. What is it you wish to discuss?"
"You already know," Patrick growled.
"There could be several matters, but judging by your tone, I assume it's about Huangdao."
What else could it be? They wouldn't confront him over bond sales or supplying Russia—he'd paid higher taxes than usual and maintained clear justifications for his actions.
"You're well-informed. We've heard that loans were secured with the leased city as collateral," Patrick stated flatly.
The reason for both a soldier and a diplomat to be present was clear: they'd discovered that Jinhan had secured foreign loans against a city under leasehold.
"You don't seem to have evidence," Fang Ming said coolly.
"Evidence can be made. Don't think we can't touch the banks."
