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

In the Empire State Building's premium lounge, the night sky of New York has completely enveloped the city. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the lights on Manhattan Island twinkling like stars.

The tense atmosphere from an hour ago had vanished, replaced by a stronger anticipation of victory.

Kajender stood in front of the French window, his hands behind his back, looking out at the city below.

This angle gave him a feeling of looking down on everyone - just like his position in the international grain market. The brightly lit New York stretched out at his feet, as if submitting to his will.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had already seen the scene of Long Guo kneeling and begging for mercy a few months later.

"Jackson," he asked without turning around, his voice filled with the calmness of a confident victory, "how are the international markets doing?"

Jackson came forward, holding the latest market report in his hand, but with a hint of worry on his face: "Sir, the situation is a little... unexpected."

"Oh?" Kakinde turned slightly, a hint of interest in his eyes.

"Longguo is still placing orders for grain," Jackson said nervously. "So far, they've sold a full 2000 million tons of grain."

Connors looked up from the sofa in surprise. “Twenty million tons? That’s a lot more than we expected.”

"Furthermore," Jackson continued, his voice more worried, "international grain prices have fallen to 6500 RMB per ton. If this trend continues, we may need to consider stabilizing market prices..."

After hearing the news, Kakinde was not worried at all. Instead, he burst into laughter, which was full of disdain and contempt.

He turned around and faced the other three grain trading giants in the room, his eyes gleaming with an almost crazy confidence.

"It seems the Dragon Nation is determined to go all out this time!" His voice carried the delight of a hunter watching his prey walk into a trap. "They think they can scare us with this little trick? How naive!"

Bentley asked curiously, “How long do you think they can keep selling like this?”

Kakinde walked back to the conference table, picked up his glass of whiskey, and gently swirled the amber liquid in the glass.

"Another week at most. According to our intelligence, Dragon Country's grain reserves simply can't sustain this level of continued selling. They're making a desperate move, hoping we'll panic and lower prices."

He took a sip of wine, a cruel smile on his face: "But what they don't know is that every extra ton of grain they sell is just adding a handful of dirt to their own funeral."

Jackson still looked a little worried. "Sir, considering the current market conditions, perhaps we should stabilize the price first? Or at least temporarily slow down the pace of acquisitions?"

Kajender's expression suddenly became stern. He placed the wine glass heavily on the table, and some of the amber liquid splashed out due to the action.

"Stabilize prices? Slow down the pace?" His voice was filled with undeniable authority. "No! Quite the opposite!"

He strode to the center of the room and waved his hands, as if commanding an invisible war: "No need to stabilize the market! We will buy as much as Longguo sells! Not only that, I want to give Longguo a big gift!"

His eyes sparkled with excitement. “Order our teams in Chicago, London, and Singapore to do whatever it takes to push up international food prices by another 30%!”

This announcement electrified everyone else in the room.

Connors' eyes widened in surprise. "Another 30%? Alexander, that's a very bold move."

"Bold?" Kakinde sneered. "This is a perfect trap! The more the Dragons sell off, the deeper they dig into the abyss. The happier they sell now, the more miserable they'll be in the future!"

He walked over to a world map and ran his finger over East Asia.

"Think about it: when their food reserves are exhausted, when their people start to starve, when their regime faces turmoil, what options do they have?"

“They have to go back to the international market to buy food! And then, who controls the market?”

He turned around and looked at the other three grain merchants in the room, a victorious smile on his face.

"It's us! Gentlemen, we control the world's granary! By then, even if we add 50% to the current price, the people of Longguo will have no choice but to buy every grain!"

Kajinde's words were like an electric current, stirring the lounge.

The worries on the faces of the other three grain traders disappeared, replaced by the excitement and anticipation of being accomplices.

Bentley laughed heartily, his laughter filled with greed and pride. "Oh my God, I can already imagine those grain merchants in Dragon Country begging for mercy on their knees!"

Harber, the usually cautious old man, now had a greedy glint in his eyes. "If we follow this strategy, we might just create the most glorious chapter in the history of grain trade."

Connors picked up the phone and quickly issued instructions to his subordinates: "Immediately contact our teams at major futures exchanges and fully cooperate with Archdani's actions."

“Buy all the sell orders from Dragon Country and push up the price in the futures market. No limit, no matter the cost!”

Bentley also took immediate action, shouting to his personal assistant: "Tell all branches of Louis Dreyfus to launch the 'Reaper' project. The highest priority, all resources are tilted towards this!"

Although Haber was a little calmer, he also took out his mobile phone and issued instructions to Bunge's global network.

Kajender watched all this with an expression of regal satisfaction on his face.

He walked back to the window, overlooking the night view of New York, feeling the power that controlled the fate of the world.

In his eyes, the whole world is just a huge chessboard, and the four of them are the only players on the chessboard.

The Dragon Kingdom, or any other country, is nothing more than a pawn that can be sacrificed, manipulated, and conquered at any time.