Then came the brewing, pouring, and drinking of tea. The two men chatted and laughed, appearing for all the world like close friends.
Ten minutes later.
The office finally fell silent.
Wu Qingjing drank his tea.
Councillor Liang, for his part, gently rubbed his teacup.
"Something on your mind?" Wu Qingjing finally spoke after a long wait.
"Regarding the Speaker election in four months, I've discussed it with Old Li and the others. We've decided to support Speaker Wu's re-election. I wonder what Speaker Wu thinks of this?" Councillor Liang said, taking another sip of tea.
"Re-election? Heh, since the Federation Council was founded, has there ever been a re-election?" Hearing this, a faint smile touched the corners of Wu Qingjing's mouth.
"Just because it hasn't happened doesn't mean it can't. If both our factions offer their support, I imagine any objections from a third party would be a minor issue, wouldn't you agree, Speaker Wu?" Councillor Liang replied with a smile.
