In the private meeting room, Carlos was locked in intense negotiations with Edden over their potential partnership.
Edden's forehead creased with skepticism as he studied Carlos's proposal. He could easily source premium fabrics from Europe, yet here was this tycoon insisting on investing in an unproven domestic silk venture. Businessmen never worked for free—yet Carlos was defying all his expectations.
"You're absolutely sure about this, Mr. Radiance? We're just a small operation!" Edden pressed again, his modest silkworm farm requiring tech upgrades that would cost millions.
Carlos didn't hesitate. "Certain. Japanese textiles should compete globally instead of relying on imports. With these crushing import taxes, most manufacturers can't survive." His motives served the greater good—t
