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Chapter 201 You can keep them for yourself to have your own babies!
Bi Youlong stood at the door of the Western countries' negotiation room. Today was the first day of negotiations with the Western representatives. He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger in advance.
He knew that today's negotiations were destined to fail, but he had to remain calm.
Pushing open the door, the representative from the Western countries was already seated at the other end of the long table, a smug smile on his face, as if victory was already in his grasp.
"Mr. Bi, please have a seat." The Western representative gestured to the seat opposite him with a forced smile, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.
Bi Youlong gave him a cold look, then sat down and went straight to the point: "We have seen your conditions, and if I may be so bold, these demands are completely unreasonable. The Dragon Ball is valuable, but it is not enough to justify such exorbitant demands."
The Western representative chuckled, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and spoke with a hint of confidence.
“Mr. Bi, you’re mistaken. The Dragon Ball isn’t an ordinary treasure; you understand its significance better than I do. I’ve already done a great deal of work to convince you that I’d hand it over to you. As for the conditions… we think they’re quite reasonable.”
Bi Youlong tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his heart burning with anger, but he remained calm on the surface.
He said coldly, "You know in your hearts whether it's reasonable or not. If you really want to talk, then please show some sincerity."
The Western representative shrugged, spread his hands, and said with a hint of roguishness, "Sincerity? We've already been very sincere. If you feel the conditions aren't right, that's fine too. However, I've heard that Behemoth is also very interested in the Dragon Balls, so perhaps we can consider talking to them."
Bi Youlong clenched his fists tightly under the table, his nails almost digging into his palms, cursing inwardly.
"These bastards really think they have our lives in their hands!"
But he knew he couldn't turn against them now, at least not now.
The negotiations did not go smoothly. No matter what Bi Youlong said, the Western representatives refused to lower their demands.
The first day of negotiations ended in failure.
……
Nighttime, at the headquarters of NaDuTong.
Zhao Fangxu sat on the sofa in his office, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, calmly watching Chai Yan, the master of vertical exercises, across from him.
Chai Yan stood expressionless in front of Zhao Fangxu.
"Master Chai? Qu Tong sent you? You've got some nerve." Zhao Fangxu put down his teacup. "You dare come here directly? Aren't you afraid I'll have you arrested?"
Chai Yan said calmly, "Chairman Zhao, if you wanted to arrest me, you would have done it already. Since you let me up here, it means we have room for negotiation, doesn't it?"
Zhao Fangxu narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Speak, what did Qu Tong send you here for?"
Chai Yan took out a photo from his pocket, gently placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Zhao Fangxu: "You can take a look at this first."
Zhao Fangxu stared at the photo on the table, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes.
Dragon Ball! The picture actually shows a Dragon Ball!
Based on the number of stars on the Dragon Ball, this seems to be the one held by the Western countries.
Zhao Fangxu stared at Chai Yan, his tone tinged with probing: "What do you mean by this? How did it end up in your hands?"
"That's no trouble for Chairman Zhao; the president has her own methods. The important thing is that the Dragon Ball is currently in the president's hands, and she is willing to hand it over to you."
Zhao Fangxu was silent for a few seconds: "What are the conditions?"
"The president has no conditions. He only asks for a way to live. If All-Tong can stop hunting him down and give him a way to live, the president is willing to hand over the Dragon Ball to you."
Zhao Fangxu remained silent for a moment, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, as if weighing the pros and cons.
After a moment, he slowly spoke: "Chai Yan, do you still have the ability to think? What makes you think I would agree to your president's conditions? Dragon Ball is important, but your president is also a significant threat. Releasing her is like releasing a tiger back into the mountains."
Chai Yan lowered his head slightly: "I'm sorry, Chairman Zhao, I don't understand what you're saying right now. But you should also know that if my president wants to, she can hide the Dragon Ball in a place where no one can find it. At that time, your plan will be completely ruined, won't it?"
Zhao Fangxu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his tone carried a hint of warning: "Is your president threatening me?"
Chai Yan shook his head, his tone still calm: "No, Chairman Zhao, the president is talking to you about cooperation. The president can hand over the Dragon Ball to you and can also guarantee that he will not cause you any more trouble. But the premise is that you have to give the president a way out."
Zhao Fangxu stared intently at Chai Yan, his gaze sharp. The atmosphere between the two instantly became tense, as if a fierce confrontation could erupt at any moment.
After a moment, Zhao Fangxu slowly spoke: "Master Chai, you can go back and tell your boss that I can consider her conditions. But I have one request."
"Please speak."
Zhao Fangxu's tone was icy: "From now on, your people must disappear completely, and they must never appear in any public place again, nor cause any panic. If you cause chaos in public opinion, I will spare no effort to completely eliminate you."
Chai Yan nodded: "I understand, Chairman Zhao. My president just wants to know the truth about the Jia Shen Rebellion. She doesn't want to cause any trouble. If it weren't for the existence of the nameless guest, she might never have appeared in front of the world in the end."
"Chairman Zhao, the Dragon Ball will be delivered to our door shortly. Our cooperation is now complete."
A few minutes after Chai Yan left, a person carrying a box appeared at the entrance of Nadutong's headquarters.
After Zhao Fangxu had someone bring him up, the box contained the sixth Dragon Ball that he had been longing for!
……
Day two.
Negotiations with the Western representatives continued. Bi Youlong took a deep breath and was about to push open the door when his cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.
He glanced down at the phone; it was Zhao Fangxu calling. He immediately walked to a corner and answered, "Chairman Zhao, I was just about to continue the negotiations. What's up?"
On the other end of the phone, Zhao Fangxu's voice was calm and firm: "Youlong, the negotiations can end. We have the Western Dragon Pearl."
Zhao Fangxu didn't offer any further explanation and simply hung up the phone.
Bi Youlong was stunned for a moment, then a wildly joyful smile appeared on his face.
After hanging up the phone, Bi Youlong straightened his suit and walked into the conference room with a smile. The Western representative was still sitting there, looking somewhat impatient: "Mr. Bi, why are you late? Can we continue our discussion?"
Bi Youlong walked to the table, placed his hands on the surface, looked down at the Western representatives, and shook his head with feigned regret: "It's a real pity, sir. We've decided that we don't need your Dragon Balls. We wish you success in finding a suitable buyer."
The Western representative was stunned, his smile instantly freezing on his face: "You... what did you say?"
Bi Youlong straightened up and said coldly, "I'm saying, we don't want your Dragon Balls anymore. You can keep them and see if you can sell them for a good price."
The Western representative's face turned pale instantly, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He stood up abruptly, his voice trembling.
"Mr. Bi, what do you mean by this? We are very sincere! If you feel the terms are not suitable, we can discuss it further!"
Bi Youlong scoffed. "Now you know to change the terms? Too late!"
"Sorry, we really don't need them anymore. You can keep the Dragon Balls for yourselves."
After saying that, Bi Youlong turned and walked towards the door with light and composed steps, leaving him standing there helplessly.