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Smith's shrill cry of "Let's talk again" echoed in the silent conference room like the final lament of a duck being strangled, sounding both comical and pathetic.

Time seemed to have been paused at that moment.

The Western delegation, which had been arrogant and ready to divide the spoils just a moment ago, was now completely thrown into disarray. Some slumped in their chairs, their faces ashen, staring blankly at the ceiling; others frantically...

Some were arguing in hushed tones in German with their companions, spittle flying everywhere; others were frantically flipping through the document that seemed like a death knell, trying to find even the slightest flaw in the dense technical parameters.

Unfortunately, they couldn't find anything.

Every word in that document seemed to be branded with a steel stamp, filled with undeniable, cold facts.

Meanwhile, at the eye of the storm, Liu Ming was as leisurely as if he were enjoying tea in his own backyard. He didn't even look at Smith's distorted face, but instead instructed his assistant, Xiao Li, "Xiao Li, go and brew that jar of Da Hong Pao tea we got from the logistics department yesterday."

Use spring water, 95 degrees Celsius, be careful not to burn yourself. It'll probably be open for a little longer today.

These seemingly casual words were like an invisible slap in the face to every foreign representative present!

Should we keep it open a little longer?

This is no longer a negotiation! This is clearly a one-sided trial!

Smith took a deep breath, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. He bowed deeply, his posture extremely humble, almost fawning, and said, "Minister Liu, you're right, we were too presumptuous! We...we immediately withdraw all our unreasonable demands! We are willing to continue our friendly cooperation within the existing trade framework..."

"stop."

Liu Ming uttered a single word, yet it seemed to carry immense force, directly silencing Smith.

He slowly raised his head, and the previous languor was gone from his eyes, replaced by a sharp, icy coldness.

"Mr. Smith, are you mistaken about something?" Liu Ming's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to every corner of the conference room. "Half an hour ago, it was your turn to talk. Now, it's my turn."

He picked up the draft agreement on the table, drafted by the foreign party and filled with unfair terms, and without even glancing at it, slowly tore it in half, then into quarters, then into eight pieces, all in full view of everyone…

Finally, he let go, allowing the scraps of paper to flutter down like snowflakes into the trash can at his feet.

"This stuff is garbage." After doing all this, Liu Ming looked back at the pale-faced Smith. "Now, listen to my terms."

He held up one finger.

"First, all the restrictive clauses you just proposed against our company are null and void. Not only that, you must immediately and unconditionally lift all previous technological blockades against our 'Huaxing Group'."

Smith opened his mouth, about to say that this did not comply with their domestic laws, but seeing Liu Ming's emotionless eyes, he swallowed his words back.

Liu Ming extended a second finger, the curve of her lips becoming increasingly playful.

"Secondly, regarding the supply of P-79 strategic minerals. We can continue to export to you, but the price will be increased by thirty percent. Furthermore, we require a 'technology for resources' transaction. Your General Dynamics' latest 'F-119 aircraft engine' turbine blade manufacturing technology must be transferred to us free of charge as an exchange condition."

"What?"

This time, it was a military-background technical advisor in the US delegation who cried out in alarm. He jumped to his feet, his face turning a deep purplish-red. "F-119! That...that's our top-secret military information! This is absolutely impossible! Congress will never approve it!"

"Then let your planes ground," Liu Ming replied casually, as if discussing a minor matter like the nice weather. "Whether you choose to perish with your so-called 'secrets,' or humble yourself and continue living, is your own choice. I'm only giving you choices, not telling you what to do."

The consultant choked and couldn't catch his breath, coughing violently until his colleagues forcibly pushed him back into his seat.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was incredibly tense. If Liu Ming's first condition was a slap in the face, then the second condition was practically a bloody torture!

However, this is not the end.

Liu Ming slowly extended his third finger, his gaze sweeping across the entire room before finally settling on the face of a German representative.

"Third, and finally. Starting next quarter, the G7, led by the United States, must comprehensively reduce import tariffs on 14 categories of Chinese goods, including photovoltaic products, new energy vehicles, and high-end textiles, with an average reduction of no less than 50%."

"My God!" The German representative clutched his heart, letting out a painful groan. "Mr. Liu, you've killed us! Our domestic industries will be completely destroyed!"

"Collapse?" Liu Ming laughed, a laugh tinged with a sense of historical vicissitude and mockery. "Gentlemen, haven't you used the same methods to treat us for the past few decades? Why do you find it unbearable now that it's your turn?"

He stood up, walked to the window of the conference room, turned his back to everyone, and looked out at the vast sky.

"I don't like bullying people, but I never accept being bullied by anyone. What you want to sign today is an unequal treaty. Fine, I'll give you a truly 'unequal treaty'."

Liu Ming turned around, the smile on her face gone, replaced by an undeniable air of authority.

"I'm giving you one hour to contact your respective capital cities and consult your presidents or prime ministers. I want to see your responses in one hour. If you agree, we'll sign now. If you disagree…"

He paused, then said, word by word, "...Then we have nothing more to discuss. By the way, starting today, P-79 strategic minerals will be classified as China's highest-level strategic materials, and their export will be completely prohibited."

After saying that, he walked straight out of the conference room, leaving behind a room full of distraught, sweating Western elites.

The next hour felt like an eternity to Smith and his team. The conference room was filled with hushed shouts and arguments in various languages. They frantically dialed secure phone numbers, reporting the disastrous negotiations to decision-makers across the ocean.

An hour later, when Liu Ming pushed open the door again, he was greeted by faces filled with humiliation, resentment, and helplessness.

Smith stood up shakily, his voice hoarse, and said, "Minister Liu... we... we agree in principle to all your conditions..."

A revised and extremely stringent Framework Agreement on Comprehensive Strategic Economic Cooperation for a New Era, drafted by the Chinese side, has been placed on the table.

Smith picked up the expensive Montblanc pen, but it felt as heavy as a ton of bricks. He closed his eyes and, with humiliation, signed his name on the document that would profoundly alter the future of the world.

When the document was delivered to Liu Ming, he didn't even glance at it before signing his name in a flamboyant manner.

Then, he casually threw the pen onto the center of the table with a loud "thud".

That crisp sound was like the death knell of an old era, and also like the prelude to a new era.

Liu Ming leaned back in his chair, looking at the group of Western representatives opposite him who looked like defeated roosters, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

"The unequal treaties of a hundred years ago are null and void today!"