In a private room of a five-star hotel in Pittsburgh City Center.
A victory banquet was underway, which also served as the first official joint meeting of the Pennsylvania Industrial Revival Alliance.
Ron Smith was standing before his chair, his red wine glass held high.
His tie was loosened and hanging around his neck, and his usually stern face was now covered in an unreserved smile.
"To Pittsburgh!"
Smith's voice was loud and tinged with drunkenness.
"To Leo Wallace!"
Smith downed the red wine in his glass and slammed it onto the table.
"You know what? Just yesterday, the general manager of the Erie United Steel Factory called me. The old guy was crying like a baby on the phone."
"He said that because of the steel component orders from Pittsburgh, the factory not only canceled their layoff plans but will even add two more production shifts next month!"
"Three shifts! Gentlemen! The factories in Erie haven't run three shifts in a whole decade!"
