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

"Gentlemen," Kakinde turned and raised his glass, "let us imagine the fruits of victory. When the Dragon Kingdom kneels and begs for mercy, how will we deal with them?"

Bentley was eager to share his thoughts: “First, we need to control their supply chain.”

"Every ton of grain imported by Longguo must go through our four companies. We can control the supply and adjust the price at any time."

Connors added: "Not only that, we can also require them to sell the use rights of some of their prime farmland."

"Imagine that the Eagle Sauce Corporation controls the granaries and farmland of the Dragon Country. What a wonderful irony that would be."

Harber, despite his age, is no less ambitious.

"If we play it right, we can force the complete privatization of China's food system, and then divide the market among our four companies. In this way, the food security of 600 million people will be completely in our hands."

As Kakinde listened to these ideas, his eyes lit up. “These are all good ideas. But I have bigger ambitions.”

He walked to the conference table, rested his hands on it, and spoke in a low and powerful voice.

"When the Dragon Nation yields to us for food, we will gain unprecedented political influence."

"We can influence their foreign policy, influence their economic decisions, and even influence their political direction."

His voice was filled with a conviction bordering on religious fanaticism: "Gentlemen, this is not just a business game, this is a war that concerns the world order."

"The weapon of this war is not guns, but food. When we win, we will control the lifeblood of a great nation!"

Connors raised his glass: "Cheers to this magnificent goal!"

Four crystal glasses clinked in the air, making a crisp sound. The eyes of the four grain merchants flashed with the same light - greed, self-confidence and an endless desire for power.

They have seen the dawn of victory, seen the Dragon Kingdom's surrender to the food crisis, and seen the role they will play in the new world order.

Kakinde looked around at his "comrades" with satisfaction, then walked back to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

He looked at the night view of Manhattan outside the window, as if he could see the whole world crawling at his feet.

"Gentlemen," he said without turning around, his voice clearly echoing throughout the room, "we will win this war! With the four major grain merchants united, what is Dragon Country? Just a pitiful nation that has fallen into a trap of its own making."

He turned around with a look of almost divine brilliance on his face.

"Let us remember this moment, for it will be a turning point in human history."

“When historians of the future look back on this era, they will say: It was on this day, in this room, that the fate of the world was redefined! And we will be the creators of that new world!”

Under the bright lights of New York, these four self-important grain merchants continued with their grand vision, completely unaware that the wheel of fate had already begun to turn in a direction they could not have imagined.

……

However, just as this group of people opened champagne to celebrate in advance and finished the dinner, Kakinde shook his glass and looked at the fish belly white gradually rising outside the window.

He stretched himself, his eyes filled with the composure of a winner.

Six hours have passed, so the Dragon people should have played all their cards by now, right?

"Jackson, get the car ready. I need to go to the exchange."

Kakinde straightened his suit and spoke with a relaxed expression. He imagined that the grain merchants in Dragon Country should be panicking by now, regretting their impulsive selling last night.

At the New York Mercantile Exchange, the morning sun shines into the trading hall through the huge glass curtain wall.

At this time of day on ordinary days, the trading hall should still be quiet, but today is different.

As soon as Kakinde entered the hall, he felt an unusual restlessness and tension.

Traders hurriedly shuttled between trading counters, phones rang one after another, shouts and arguments intertwined, forming a rare morning trading scene.

Kakinde frowned and walked quickly towards the trading area of ​​Archdani Company.

Their company's chief trader, Nixon, was staring at the numbers jumping on the screen, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

"What's going on?" Kakinde patted Nixon's shoulder.

Nixon turned his head, his expression as if he had seen a ghost: "Boss, the situation is not good... Longguo... Longguo is still selling off!"

"What? Impossible!" Kakinde snatched the report from Nixon's hand, quickly scanned the numbers with his eyes, and then froze in place as if struck by lightning.

The numbers on the report were clear: after a whole night of continuous selling, Longguo had sold a staggering 6000 million tons of grain, and orders were still pouring in.

What’s even more frightening is that not only did food prices not fall due to this large-scale sell-off, but they were pushed up to over 9500 RMB per ton.

Kajender’s face turned pale instantly and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His mind raced, trying to comprehend the situation before him. This completely defied his expectations and all the judgments he had drawn from thirty years of grain trading experience.

"This is impossible... absolutely impossible..." He muttered to himself, his voice full of disbelief, "How could they have so much food?"

Without waiting for Nixon's answer, Kakinde rushed out. He had to immediately call the other three grain trading giants to reassess the situation.

He felt an unprecedented panic spreading, like a child building a castle on the beach and watching the tide coming in mercilessly.

In the Empire State Building's executive lounge, Connors, Bentley, and Harber were still hungover.

Last night's victory celebrations lasted into the early hours of the morning, with too much champagne and whiskey consumed.

Kajinde rushed into the lounge and slapped the three people without any hesitation: "Wake up! Wake up! Something big has happened!"

Bentley raised his head blearily, his eyes still unable to fully focus.

"Alexander? What...what's the rush...?"

“Longguo!” Kakinde’s voice was almost roaring, “Longguo has sold off 6000 million tons of grain! Not 4000 million tons, but 6000 million tons! And they are still selling off!”

This sentence was like a bucket of cold water, instantly waking up the three hungover grain trading giants.

Connors sat up straight, the drunkenness on his face gone. "What? 6000 million tons? That's impossible!"

Harber, the always cautious old man, immediately picked up the phone and asked his intelligence department for the latest situation. Bentley was busy tidying up his clothes, his face full of horror.

"Didn't you say that Dragon Country's grain reserves are only 4000 million tons at most?"

Kajinder demanded, his voice filled with anger and fear.

“Why have they already dumped 6000 million tons? And it looks like they can keep dumping more! What’s going on?”

The three of them looked at each other, speechless for a moment. Connors was the first to break the silence.

“Maybe… maybe our intelligence is wrong?”