At this critical juncture, these two bastards still want to negotiate terms?
Break up? Fight to the death?
Who are they fooling!
He let out a cold laugh, ready to speak, but his expression quickly turned serious and solemn.
Instinctively, he straightened his posture, sitting upright and tense.
Because right on the table, Caruso's phone screen silently lit up, like an eye from the distant sky, gazing down at the world below.
Overlooking the mundane world.
He said, "I'm listening."
"..."
In the brief silence, Satria and Caruso exchanged a glance, and finally, Caruso spoke first: "The conflict between the Seven Cities and both of us ultimately arose from business.
But before this, wasn't it true that we three, including Mr. Ji, had no old grievances to speak of?"
A voice from the other end of the phone answered him:
"No."
Caruso nodded, asking again: "When Mr. Ji took control of the Seven Cities, we three were all jubilant, offering gifts and hoping to establish a friendly relationship, never failing in courtesy, right?"
"Of course."
"Even though Mr. Ji repeatedly snubbed our envoys and officials, cut off our businesses, and couldn't be bothered with us who can't see the light of day..."
Caruso sighed lightly and laughed at himself: "Aside from holding the final payment of the Seven Cities for a few days, we never used any underhanded tricks to provoke, right?"
"Never."
"Then we have to ask."
Caruso asked solemnly: "From beginning to end, even if our purpose and motive were impure, we still always carried the idea of mutual benefit and cooperation, hoping to do long-term business with you, so why did it come to this!
We came with respect, endured it all, and even if Mr. Ji just made a phone call, the final payment issue would be easy to resolve, but why do you disregard and disdain us so?
Now that things have come to this, Mr. Ji, with a grand performance, you confront us with a boiling hot pan and oil, why is this action, can't we get a clear answer!"
Having said this, the grief and anger of the two could no longer be concealed.
For the Thousand Island Wilderness, this fight was suffocatingly frustrating; from start to finish, aside from holding the final payment, there was not a single mistake.
Even holding your final payment was because your actions were too domineering, making it impossible for others to survive, just giving you a reminder!
Even if you just showed up, even if you made a phone call, even if you just said a word!
It could be negotiated, everything could be talked about!
But in the end, like a lunatic with persecution delusions, you conjure up something big, rack your brains, just to pin us down and kick us to death?
Seriously, brother, what's the point?
It's like a businessman encountering a natural-born combat maniac, unable to understand, can't figure it out, racking their brains to know why the hell.
Why does this person pull out a knife for a fight, to death, out of the blue?
It's simply madness!!!
"I see."
In the brief silence, a voice came from the other end, as if in admiration, laughing aloud.
He said, "I understand now."
In the silent reception room, only the ticking of the clock was heard. Satria and Caruso instinctively straightened their posture, staring intently at the phone, waiting for an answer.
But what they got was not any answer.
"...I do have another question, to ask the two of you."
The voice on the phone asked indifferently: "What does business mean to you?"
Caruso opened his mouth to speak, but heard the voice on the other end speak again.
"In fact, there's no need to answer this question, I can imagine it, so don't waste time saying it." The voice on the phone turned cold: "I can tell you the answer to that question."
He said: "Because I don't want to do business with you, that's all."
Crack!
The sound of the small table cracking echoed.
Satria let out a cold laugh: "Well, well, well, after all, it's the noble Association master, high above, looking down upon the dust. Naturally, elite individuals like you disdain associating with rats like us."
"Ah, perhaps so."
The voice on the phone neither agreed nor disagreed, remaining cold: "Whatever you think is your own business, and the reason I'm telling you this is to make you understand what kind of business I want."
He suddenly asked: "Do you know the price of a brand new rhino assault rifle?"
Satria and Caruso's expressions froze slightly, and Caruso quickly thought and replied: "According to current Western Sea standardized pricing, a new compliant item is four thousand three hundred Empire Coins, with a bulk purchase of ten or more you get a hundred extra rounds… A box of ten with bonus items, forty-three thousand."
"Truly leaders of smuggling, knowing every detail." The voice on the phone laughed and asked again: "Then, an initial model of a Coast SUV?
No need to rush to answer, let me tell you, the factory price is fifty-one million Federation Coins, priced at eighty-nine million in the Thousand Islands, difficult to find a market, and the top-equipped version is one hundred and twenty-two million, exorbitantly expensive, yet compared to competitors, it's already considered good value.
An individual soldier rocket launcher with four rounds, factory price of one hundred and ten million, while the Desert Market's selling price is between three hundred and four hundred, an undisputed profiteering.
The Federation's standard medium-range missiles, the Military Department's procurement price and the external selling price differ by more than ten times, even requiring connections."
The voice on the phone continued: "And these things, the maximum cost needed to produce them doesn't exceed five thousand Federation Coins.
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