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In the hall of Longguo Financial Trading Center, the cheers had not yet died down, but Fang Yu's eyes had become as sharp as a knife.

He stood up straight and looked around. The noise in the hall gradually subsided, and everyone waited with bated breath for his next instructions.

"Three families have withdrawn," Fang Yu said calmly and firmly, "but the strongest, Kajinde, is still resisting."

He turned to the correspondent beside him, his lips curled slightly. "Notify the Ministry of Agriculture to release another 20 million tons of grain to the international market."

The moment this figure was announced, the hall erupted in shock. Twenty million tons! Even the veteran grain traders present couldn't help but gasp at the mere mention of this figure.

"At the same time," Fang Yu continued, his voice filled with an almost cold determination, "have the Ministry of Agriculture spokesperson officially announce the total amount of Dragon Country's grain reserves. It's time to let Kakinde know what kind of opponent he has provoked."

Mr. Lu stood aside, his eyes gleaming with approval, and nodded gently in agreement. The communicator immediately picked up the phone and quickly conveyed the instruction.

"Twenty million tons..." Boss He muttered to himself, his voice filled with awe. "That's more than the total annual grain consumption of many small and medium-sized countries."

General Manager Zhang was so excited that he could hardly contain himself: "Director Fang is going to destroy Kajinde in one fell swoop! This is going to cut off the foundation of international grain traders!"

Vice Minister Li mused, "The disclosure of the total reserves would be a fatal blow. Once the international market knows how much grain Longguo possesses, Kajinde's psychological defenses will completely collapse."

Fang Yu did not respond to these discussions, but just stood quietly in front of the big screen, watching the constantly changing numbers, as if he was admiring a gradually completed work of art.

Half a world away, in the upper lounge of the Empire State Building in New York, Kajender stood alone at the window.

At this moment, he no longer had the vigor and vitality of the past. His suit was disheveled, his tie was loose, his eye sockets were sunken, and his face was full of fatigue and despair.

The departure of the three companions made this luxurious lounge seem particularly empty and deserted.

"Sir," his personal assistant Jackson approached cautiously, his face showing undisguised worry, "there are new changes in the international market..."

Kakinde didn't look back, but waved his hand wearily. "What bad news again? Let me guess, is Longguo selling off again? The price has dropped again?"

“Yes, sir,” Jackson’s voice trailed off. “But the scale… the scale is far beyond our imagination. Dragon Country has just announced that it will release an additional 20 million tons of grain to the international market.”

"Twenty million tons?" Kakinde turned around abruptly, the color draining from his face in an instant, his eyes filled with disbelief. "This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! No country can have such a large grain reserve! This is a lie, it must be a lie!"

His voice became hoarse due to excessive excitement, and he staggered towards the sofa, his legs seeming like they might not be able to support his body at any time.

"Not only that, sir," Jackson continued, with an awkward hesitation in his voice, "the Dragon Kingdom's Ministry of Agriculture has just issued an official statement announcing their total grain reserves..."

Kakinde raised his head, a last glimmer of hope in his eyes: "How much is it? Tell me!"

"Two hundred million tons, sir." Jackson's voice hit Kakinde's heart like a hammer. "They claim to have a full two hundred million tons of grain reserves."

Two hundred million tons! This number far exceeded anyone's imagination.

It is enough to supply the entire population of Longguo with food for a year, enough to completely subvert the pattern of the international food market, and enough to destroy any attempt to control Longguo through food.

Kajinder's body began to tremble violently, as if struck by an invisible electric current.

His lips moved, but no sound came out. His former arrogance and self-confidence collapsed like a sandcastle before the waves of truth.

"The statement also mentioned," Jackson continued with difficulty, each word seeming to add another wound to Kajinde's heart, "Longguo has successfully cultivated a new type of high-yield rice, with an acreage yield 50% to 80% higher than ordinary rice. This technology has been widely promoted in many provinces in the past two years."

Kajender's eyes gradually became empty, like a lamp gradually going out.

He finally realized that he not only lost a food war, but also lost the opportunity to control the fate of a great country.

The food security of Longguo is firmly in its own hands, and no external forces can threaten them through food anymore.

"How much...how much money have we invested?" Kakinde's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Jackson took a deep breath: “Achidani Company alone invested nearly 16 billion US dollars to purchase the grain sold by Longguo.

And now, with their new announcement, the market has begun to collapse. Food prices are expected to fall back to half or less of their previous level within the next 24 hours.”

$16 billion! This is equivalent to the total net profit of Archdenny Company for several years.

What is even more frightening is that as prices plummet, the value of the food purchased at high prices will shrink significantly, and the company will face an unprecedented financial crisis.

Kajender's hands fell limply, and the light in his eyes completely disappeared.

He was once the king of international grain traders, and the food supply of countless countries and regions was in his hands.

And now, his empire is about to collapse, his reputation will be forever tarnished, and he will become the embodiment of the most tragic failure in business history.

“Sir, the board of directors is holding an emergency meeting and they require you to…”

Before Jackson could finish his words, Kakinde suddenly stood up and staggered towards the window.

His movements were mechanical and stiff, like a puppet being manipulated, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.

"Sir? Sir!" Jackson noticed something was wrong and immediately took a few steps forward, trying to pull Kakinde, but it was too late.

Kakinde came to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the bustling New York City outside.

Once upon a time, he stood here, overlooking the entire city, feeling like a God who controlled the fate of the world.

But now, this city is cold and unfamiliar to him.

He gently stroked the window glass with his hand, a bitter smile on his lips.

It was all over. His empire, his dreams, his pride, everything was shattered in this showdown with the Dragon Nation.

"I'm sorry..." He murmured softly, not knowing who he was talking to, perhaps to his company that was about to go bankrupt, perhaps to the employees who would lose their jobs because of his decision, or perhaps just to himself.

The next moment, he pushed open the window, and the cold wind blew in his face, messing up his hair.

Amid Jackson's terrified shouts, Kakinde jumped and fell straight from the top of the Empire State Building.

From the president of one of the four largest grain traders to a loser on the verge of bankruptcy; from a manipulator of the global grain market to a loser completely defeated by the Dragon Kingdom; from a controller standing at the pinnacle of power to dust falling to the ground - Kakinde's life is like a Greek tragedy. Driven by arrogance and ambition, he led to the most tragic ending.

At this time, half a world away, in the financial trading center of Longguo, everyone was cheering and celebrating this historic victory, celebrating that the people of Longguo’s rice bowls were now firmly in their own hands.