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National Development and Reform Commission, Conference Room No. 1.

The long negotiating table stood like the Chu River and Han border.

On one side was the Chinese delegation led by Liu Ming, whose members included several experts from the Ministry of Commerce, the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology, and the Chinese Academy of Sciences. They had serious expressions, with only a cup of tea in front of them.

On the other side was a Western delegation led by Smith, the chief negotiator of the M Group. They were numerous and imposing, dressed in suits, with blond hair and blue eyes, and their faces bore the deep-rooted arrogance left over from the colonial era.

There is only one topic for negotiation.

— International export quotas for "superconducting rare earth".

"Mr. Liu, I think we don't need to waste our time."

Smith was the first to speak. He tapped the table, pushed a pre-prepared agreement to the center, and spoke in a forceful tone, as if issuing an ultimatum.

"In accordance with the regulations of the International Trade Organization and our respect for the spirit of the 'free market,' we demand that China open its entire market for superconducting rare earths and remove all forms of export controls."

"At the same time, considering the M Group's 'technical contribution' in this field, we request priority procurement rights of no less than 50% per year."

"otherwise……"

Smith leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced, a typical robber's smile on his face.

"...We do not rule out the possibility of imposing comprehensive technology sanctions on your country in fields such as semiconductors and aerospace."

A blatant threat. Undisguised hegemony.

This is their usual tactic.

First, they send mercenaries to rob you. If they can't rob you, they put on suits, bring their own set of "rules," and come to your house to force you to submit.

The expressions of the experts in the Chinese delegation all changed.

Although they are leading figures in the technology field, they appear somewhat powerless at the international negotiating table, which is rife with political blackmail.

This is no longer a technical issue.

This is a struggle for the fate of the nation.

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned to the young man who had remained silent throughout.

Liu Ming.

He didn't look at the so-called "agreement".

He simply stared silently at the arrogant Smith across from him, his face expressionless.

a long time.

He then slowly began to speak.

"Mr. Smith, I have a question."

Liu Ming's voice was calm, yet it instantly drew everyone's attention.

"Go ahead." (Please speak.)

"Is your brain filled with cheese?"

"What?!"

Smith's smile froze instantly!

The Western representatives behind him all wore expressions of disbelief!

They didn't expect that!

This seemingly refined young man from the East, however, opened his mouth with such vulgar and offensive... personal attacks!

"What...what do you mean? You're insulting me! Insulting our entire delegation!" Smith slammed his hand on the table and stood up!

"insult?"

Liu Ming also stood up!

His terrifying aura, honed on the battlefield, erupted instantly!

The pressure was so great that the pampered "gentlemen" on the other side could hardly breathe!

"I insulted you?"

Liu Ming sneered and seamlessly switched to French with a heavy Parisian accent, elegant and fluent!

"Then let me ask you, when you send mercenaries across our borders to slaughter our civilians and plunder our resources, did you ever consider that you are insulting a sovereign nation?"

He seamlessly switched back to precise and accurate German!

"When you use your technological monopoly to arbitrarily wield the big stick of sanctions and stifle the development of our technology companies, have you ever considered that you are insulting the spirit of contracts in the free market?"

Finally, he switched back to his purest, most authentic London-accented English, enunciating each word clearly as he questioned Smith, whose face had turned deathly pale:

"Now, you've come to our land with a 'treaty of inequality' that's even more absurd than the logic of a robber, forcing us to sell out the very foundation of our nation!"

"Mr. Smith!"

Liu Ming's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

"Tell me! Who is insulting whom?"

……

His words were spoken with great force and conviction!

That left the so-called "elites" on the other side speechless!

They stared dumbfounded at the young man who switched effortlessly between multiple languages ​​and refuted their hegemonic behavior so thoroughly that they felt their brains completely shut down!

For the first time, they sensed a kind of frightening...sharpness emanating from a Chinese official!

"You...you're sabotaging the negotiations!"

Smith, all bluster and no substance, was making a last-ditch effort.

"I'm here to sabotage this unequal negotiation."

Liu Ming looked at him, her eyes as cold as knives.

"Go back and tell those self-righteous 'masters' behind your backs."

"Times have changed."

"If you want our rare earth elements, you can have them."

"Give me your most cutting-edge technology in exchange."

"otherwise……"

Liu Ming pointed at Smith's nose, and that unquestionable domineering aura belonging to a "national hero" suddenly erupted!

"...Don't even think about getting a single gram!"

"We don't cause trouble!"

"But we are absolutely not afraid of trouble!"