People in the Republic of China era began to rise from industry.

Shopping spree! Shopping spree! Shopping spree!

In just ten days, Yamada Corporation's six-month inventory of industrial alkali was completely wiped out at the Shanghai port.

Meanwhile, the dock price for industrial alkali has fallen to one-fifth of the cost line due to Yongli's relentless pressure.

Wynn did not succeed in shipping the goods.

But having achieved this goal, Yamada now looks much older, even his mustache is a mess.

Success is success.

But he had already lost so much money that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

What made him even more furious was that, based on the shipment volume, nearly 60,000 tons of goods were enough to meet the industrial needs of China for three years.

However, even now, this buying frenzy that has lasted for more than ten days shows no signs of cooling down.

So at this point, Yamada was not only numb, but also afraid.

As the largest alkali production company in Japan, Yamada's depleted inventory indicates a shortage of industrial alkali throughout Japan.

If things continue as they are now, it won't just be a matter of losing money.

Even more frightening is that Westerners might take the opportunity to stab you in the back.

If they fail to honor their promise and deliver the promised industrial alkali to Japan, the entire Japanese industry will be affected.

Even if we can buy from abroad at high prices, it means we'll be ripped off by Westerners.

These profit-driven bastards are capable of doing something like this.

Worried about these things, Yamada sent another telegram back to Japan, reporting the extent of his losses.

Then, it was still the fourth floor of the Shanghai Japanese Association.

Half an hour had passed since the agreed time, and the burly Lyndon Sosway was the last to enter the conference room on the fourth floor.

"I'm sorry, the traffic in Shanghai is really terrible."

As he listened to the translator's account, Yamada's face darkened even further.

However, he wasn't there to pick a fight with this guy.

Although I really wanted to greet Lyndon's mother at that moment, I held back.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have some good news to tell you."

"To date, we have dumped 60,000 tons of industrial alkali into China."

"According to our earliest statistics, this quantity is more than enough to meet China's needs for three years."

"So, can we stop dumping?"

Yamada's gaze swept over everyone's faces, but he ultimately failed to ask when the restock they had promised him would arrive in Japan.

He was in a hurry.

But it is precisely because we are anxious that we must remain calm.

Otherwise, if these people find out that Japan's stock is running low, it will only encourage them to have wicked ideas.

"I know that, but there is still a shortage of goods in the market right now."

"Everywhere you look, people are searching for sources of goods."

It was Tony who spoke.

He had a smiling, harmless look on his face.

"So I wonder if there was an error in our previous statistics? Perhaps China's industrial alkali consumption is more than 20,000 tons per year."

Hearing this, Yamada frowned.

He bluntly stated, "Statistics are infallible. If there is an error, it can only be because someone among us provided false data."

Yamada knew all too well what the foundation of China's industry was.

Its total industrial scale is less than one-sixth of that of Japan.

Japan's annual industrial alkali consumption is less than 170,000 tons.

In addition, considering the difference in the proportion of light and heavy industries between the two sides, China's annual consumption of 20,000 tons of industrial alkali is already the limit.

"But if that's the case, why are Chinese people still rushing to buy them?"

Tony questioned.

Before anyone could answer, he laughed and said, "As you all know, the normal shelf life of industrial alkali is only about one year."

"Even under the most stringent storage conditions, it will only last for a maximum of three years."

"I think the Chinese people are aware of this as well."

"So here's the question: if Mr. Yamada is so certain that China's annual consumption is only 20,000 tons, why are they still hoarding so frantically?"

The translator beside me quickly relayed the information.

At first, Yamada just frowned.

By the end, I finally realized something was wrong.

Meanwhile, Tony continued to type: "Gentlemen, I don't know if you have received the message."

"But I've heard that in the past few days, besides those Chinese businessmen holding cash and waiting for goods at the docks, there are also people secretly and frantically buying goods from these people under various pretexts."

“They don’t even need to deliver the goods; as long as they get the delivery receipt, they can resell them for a profit.”

"So I'm very curious, whose warehouse did these 60,000 tons of goods ultimately end up in?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Yamada's face: "Mr. Yamada, you supplied all the goods."

"I think you must know who it is, right?"

The invisible throwing knife circled the conference room before finally embedding itself in his lower back.

Yamada's blood rushed to his head instantly, and his face turned bright red.

"Baka! Are you doubting me?!"

"bingo."

Tony snapped his fingers. "All the goods were handled by your people, so of course you're the prime suspect."

Yamada shuddered, his teeth grinding together, and he said through gritted teeth, "But why should I do this? What good will it do me?"

"Hehe, of course there are benefits."

"As long as we deliver our goods to your warehouse according to the previous agreement, you will not only avoid any losses, but you will also make a fortune."

Lyndon, who had been watching the spectacle with a cigar in his mouth, suddenly sharpened his gaze.

As for the others, they all looked wary.

Yamada, the person involved, was completely stunned.

If you do that, you can really make a fortune!

Seeing the state of the meeting room, Tony rubbed his hands together excitedly under the table.

This was not his idea.

Instead, it was a few nights ago when he and Lin Yi were tasting red wine and discussing stocks. Lin Yi told him how to avoid suffering losses this time.

Judging from the current results, this is simply a brilliant idea.

If the majority of people present agree with his analysis, then he can legitimately seize the cargo ship bound for Japan.

While admiring him in his heart, Tony sent out another invisible giant foot and kicked Yamada.

“You started this, and now I strongly suspect that this was a conspiracy from the very beginning, a conspiracy against all of us!”

"Fake!"

Linden, who was sitting next to him, cursed and stood up, saying, "Mr. Yamada, given the current situation, please forgive us that Soss's cargo ship cannot continue its journey to Japan."

"We can only continue to fulfill the agreement once the investigation is completed and it is proven that the 60,000 tons of goods did not enter your warehouse."

After saying that, he didn't wait for Yamada, who was completely dumbfounded, to speak, and walked out of the meeting room.

Others followed suit.

With a whooshing sound, everyone got up and went outside.

Tony, the instigator, shrugged, was the last to stand up, and then delivered another blow: "Mr. Yamada, I'm very sorry things turned out this way."

"I also suggest that you find evidence as soon as possible."

"As long as you can prove your innocence, I will be the first to honor our agreement and sincerely apologize to you."

"puff--"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and Yamada slipped on his backside and crawled directly under the conference table.

"Yamada-san!"

"Your Mightiness!"

The meeting room, now only occupied by a few Japanese people, finally descended into chaos...