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At the same time, in the hall of Longguo Financial Trading Center, the atmosphere was as tense as a string about to break.

Hundreds of Longguo grain traders gathered, their gaze fixed on the giant digital display screen in front of them. Red numbers flickered on the screen, displaying the real-time price of the international grain market—11000 RMB per ton.

Boss He stood in the front row, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

His weathered face was now covered with wrinkles of worry, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Even with the fan on full blast, the back of his shirt was soaked with sweat.

"Eighty million tons..." he muttered to himself, his voice filled with undisguised nervousness. "We've already sold eighty million tons of grain, but those damn foreign grain traders haven't moved."

General Manager Zhang stood next to him, not daring to take his eyes off the screen for a moment, for fear of missing any tiny market fluctuations.

His fingers kept tapping on his thighs, the rhythm was rapid and disordered, which was obviously an outward manifestation of nervousness.

“What if they are really determined to fight us to the bitter end?”

He asked in a low voice, his eyes flickering with anxiety, "Those four major grain traders control 70% of the world's grain trade."

Vice Minister Li frowned and bit his lower lip subconsciously. "Although we have nearly 200 million tons of grain reserves to release, if the four major international grain traders really eat it all up regardless of cost, the consequences will be disastrous. They have strong financial resources and channels all over the world. What if..."

He didn't finish his words, but everyone present understood his concern.

If the four major grain traders can survive this wave of selling, they will have absolute market dominance after Longguo's grain is exhausted, and Longguo will then fall into an even more passive situation.

The air in the trading hall seemed to freeze, with only the sound of keyboard tapping and low voices echoing.

Several young traders looked pale and their eyes were bloodshot from staring at the screen for a long time.

The older generation of grain merchants wiped the sweat from their foreheads from time to time, their eyes full of worry and anxiety.

However, at the center of this tense atmosphere, two people behaved very differently.

Fang Yu and Mr. Lu sat in a special seat in the middle of the hall, both of them looking extremely relaxed.

Mr. Lu held a cup of hot tea in his hand, taking a sip occasionally, his eyes calmly watching the constantly changing numbers on the screen.

Fang Yu was half leaning on the chair, tapping the armrest with his fingers, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was enjoying a wonderful game of chess.

This contrast was so stark that it caught the attention of the surrounding grain merchants. Boss He finally couldn't help but turn around and face the two high-ranking leaders of the Dragon Kingdom.

"Mr. Lu, Director Fang," his voice trembled slightly with nervousness, "the situation is extremely critical. We've already released 80 million tons of grain, but prices remain stubbornly high. The four major grain traders seem determined to fight us to the bitter end."

“Should we…should we consider changing our strategy?”

Mr. Lu put down his teacup and smiled gently, without a trace of panic in his eyes. "Don't worry, Lao He. Everything is going according to plan."

His voice was like a clear spring, standing out in this tense atmosphere.

General Manager Zhang couldn't help but interject, "But Mr. Lu, if the four major grain traders can really swallow up all our sales, then we'll be in a passive position!"

Fang Yu shook his head slightly, his expression remaining calm. He stood up and walked to the big screen, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, his voice low but strangely penetrating, "may I ask why we won?"

There was silence in the conference hall, and everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to answer this seemingly simple question.

Fang Yu smiled slightly and continued, "Because what businessmen value most is profit. They are not soldiers and will not fight to the death for so-called 'principles' or 'dignity'."

His eyes swept over everyone in the hall, and there was a certainty in his voice.

"These international capitalists are inherently weak. They always pursue predictable and controllable profits. What we are doing now is creating a situation that they cannot predict or control."

Fang Yu tapped the numbers on the screen with his finger: "They predicted that we could sell a maximum of 4 million tons of grain, but we sold 80 million tons."

“They predicted prices would fall as a result of our selling, but instead they went up.

Every one of their predictions was broken by us, and every one of their moves was countered by us."

His voice became more resolute: "Believe me, what these capitalists fear most is a situation that they cannot control.

Once the situation develops beyond their expectations, they will start to panic, start to waver, and start to kill each other. They will never fight us to the end.

Mr. Lu nodded gently, his eyes gleaming with approval. He clearly believed in Fang Yu's analysis.

Just as Fang Yu finished speaking, the door of the trading hall was suddenly pushed open.

A young assistant rushed in, his face full of excitement and excitement. He almost shouted:

"Report! Three of the four largest international grain traders have begun selling off their grain! They can't hold on any longer! Prices have begun to fall!"

This news was like a bolt from the blue, exploding in the trading hall.

Everyone turned their heads to the big screen, and sure enough, the red number representing the price had begun to fall from 11000. In just a few seconds, it had dropped to 10800, and was still falling.

The hall erupted in excitement. The grain merchants cheered, some slapped their hands on the table, some burst into tears, and some even clapped their hands uncontrollably.

Boss He's hands trembled slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Really...really succeeded? Did we really win this food war?"

Deputy Minister Li slapped his thigh excitedly. "This is incredible! Director Fang just made his prediction, and they're completely devastated!"

General Manager Zhang rushed directly to Fang Yu, excitedly wanting to shake his hand. "Director Fang, you are truly amazing! How can you predict so accurately?"

Facing the admiration and praise from the crowd, Fang Yu still maintained his calm demeanor.

He just smiled slightly, his eyes met Mr. Lu's, and the two exchanged a tacit look.

"I've said it before," Fang Yu said calmly, his voice tinged with confidence. "Merchants are just merchants after all. They will never truly understand our resolve and will. This war was destined for us to win from the start."

Mr. Lu nodded with satisfaction, stood up, and looked around the jubilant trading hall.

In the eyes of both of them, this is not only a victory in the food trade war, but also an important step for Longguo to prove its strength to the world.

At this historic moment, Fang Yu and President Lu's composure and determination are like a towering lighthouse, guiding the direction of Longguo's navigation on the international stage.

The international capital giants who once tried to control the fate of Dragon Country through food are now trapped in the trap they set and unable to break free.