Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

Mr. Lu smiled slightly. "That's a good question. That's why our actions must be decentralized."

"The single delivery volume to each channel does not exceed 50 tons, which looks like a normal business behavior."

“Also, we will spread the word that Longguo is facing serious grain storage problems and has to sell off some of its inventory to reduce storage costs.”

Everyone couldn't help but admire Mr. Lu's careful thinking.

This leader not only has a big-picture strategic mindset, but also takes into account every tactical detail.

By this point in the meeting, the atmosphere had completely changed.

The original worries and anxieties were swept away, replaced by a common sense of mission and confidence in victory.

"Everyone," President Lu said, looking around at everyone in the conference room, his voice firm but gentle, "This food war is not only about the current crisis, but also about the future status of Dragon Country on the international stage."

"When we win, the whole world will know that Longguo is no longer a weak country that can be bullied by others."

He paused, his eyes becoming particularly determined: "More importantly, we will prove to the world that the people of Longguo will always have their jobs firmly in their own hands!"

“Always hold it firmly in your own hands!”

Everyone repeated this sentence in unison, their voices filled with determination and pride.

President Lu looked at his watch and said, "Okay, today's meeting ends here."

"Everyone, upon returning, immediately begin operations according to your division of labor. Remember, maintain absolute confidentiality. Only a very small number of core personnel will be aware of the true plan."

Everyone stood up and saluted Mr. Lu.

Afterwards, with full enthusiasm and determination, President Lu shook hands and said goodbye to the main officials in the conference room one by one, instructed them on the details, and received loyalty pledges from all parties.

This was a historic moment. In this ordinary conference room, the leadership of Longguo decided on a strategic action that would change the international food landscape.

Boss He was the last to leave. This old man, who had experienced countless storms, stopped at the door and looked back at Boss Lu with respect in his eyes.

"Mr. Lu, this is the first time in my life that I feel so proud. We can finally hold our heads high."

Mr. Lu smiled and patted his shoulder. "Old He, you and I are both witnesses. This battle is not only for the present, but also for future generations. Let our descendants never have to worry about food."

Boss He nodded heavily, turned and left, but his steps were much lighter than when he came.

Only President Lu and several of his core staff were left in the conference room.

He walked to the window, looked at the busy city scene outside, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Not far away, the flag of the Dragon Kingdom fluttered gently in the breeze, just like this ancient yet young country, which is moving towards a brighter future with firm steps...

……

At the same time, in the exclusive lounge on the 86th floor of the Empire State Building in Manhattan, New York, the floor-to-ceiling windows offer the dazzling night view of the entire city, while the room is filled with the aroma of expensive cigars and the rich aroma of whiskey.

Membership here is limited to the top elites of society, and tonight, senior executives from the four major international grain traders gathered together to celebrate their latest "strategic victory."

Alexander Kakind, president of Archdenny, the world's largest grain trader, was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of 25-year-old whiskey, looking at the night view of Manhattan outside the window with satisfaction.

He was a heavyset man in his early fifties, with a neatly trimmed beard and graying hair that gave him an air of authority and wisdom.

"Gentlemen," he raised his glass and turned to the other three grain merchants in the room, "let us celebrate together this 'healthy increase' in grain prices!"

The other three raised their glasses together.

William Connors, Executive Vice President of Cargill, a tall, thin, middle-aged man with eagle-like eyes; Charles Bentley, Director of the Americas for Louis Dreyfus, whose round figure and rosy cheeks always make him look radiant;

And Richard Harber, Bunge's chief operating officer, a serious old man with graying temples but a shrewd glint in his eye.

"Health is rising!" they responded in unison, followed by a few satisfied laughs and the crisp sound of glasses clinking.

Connors took a sip of his wine and sighed with satisfaction. "This price adjustment has been smoother than I expected. Wheat futures have risen 23%, and soybeans have risen nearly 30%."

“Thanks to our dear friends in government,” Kakinde said meaningfully, “their report on so-called ‘climate-induced production reductions’ was released at just the right time.”

Bentley chuckled, his infectious laugh echoing throughout the spacious lounge.

"And that fascinating report on the 'systematic misappropriation' of oilseeds by the Dragon Nation! Seriously, Alexander, how did you convince the State Department to release that report?"

Kakinde smiled slightly, a sly glint in his eye. "Trade secret, Charles. Let's just say that a few friends in the right position, plus some... appropriate 'research funds', always produce a wonderful chemical reaction."

Harber, the Bunge veteran, maintained a certain calm silence.

He tapped the crystal glass gently in his hand. "This is just the first step, gentlemen. The real game is just beginning now."

He pulled a neatly folded report from his pocket and unfolded it on the central glass coffee table.

"According to the latest summary of our intelligence department, Longguo currently relies on imports for at least 45% of its food, of which more than 70% comes from channels under our control."

Connors' eyes lit up. "That's a mouth-watering number."

"Indeed," Harber nodded, his fingers sliding lightly over the precise percentages and charts.

“Our model predicts that if this price increase trend continues, China’s grain import costs will increase by at least $51 billion by the end of next month. This is a figure they cannot afford.”

Bentley grinned, revealing a row of neat white teeth. "By then, we'll see Dragon Country grain merchants begging us to sign contracts like hungry dogs!"

Kakinde frowned, a little displeased by Bentley's vulgar expression, but he did not object to the point.

“Indeed. According to our strategic plan, the second phase will be key – getting them to sign large, long-term supply contracts.”

He put down his glass, walked to the large global map in the corner of the room, and pointed at East Asia.

“Longguo grain traders will have no choice but to accept our terms. High prices, upfront payments, strict default clauses – these will become a shackle on their shoulders.”

Connors chuckled and added: "Then there's the third phase - price manipulation."

"When their warehouses are filled with food purchased at high prices, we will take joint action to cause a sharp drop in international food prices."

Harber calmly analyzed: "According to our calculations, at least 60% of Longguo's grain traders will not be able to withstand this price gap and will face large-scale defaults."

Bentley slapped his thigh hard and laughed so hard that he fell backwards.

"Then we can buy these bankrupt companies at dirt-cheap prices! It's a perfect plan!"