The next morning at nine o'clock.
Inside a small conference room at the Yanhuang Ministry of Commerce and Trade building.
Haishan Zhou, Minister of Commerce and Trade, sat at the head of the table, brimming with confidence. Around him were officials from various countries, all gathered here today to discuss issues related to the Ian Song Brand Rapid-Acting Diabetes Pills.
Minister Zhou swept his gaze over the crowd and spoke slowly: "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm glad you could all make it. Now, I will distribute a document to each of you. If you agree to the terms listed, we can continue to discuss the export quotas for the Rapid-Acting Diabetes Pills!"
With that, the staff present handed out documents in various languages to each official.
But after just five minutes, the Japanese trade official loudly protested, "I object! The Yanhuang Republic is forcibly interfering in our nation's commerce and economy—the price of the Rapid-Acting Diabetes Pills should be set by us!"
"That's right, I also support the Japanese ambassador's proposal!"
The Korean ambassador chimed in. Although Korea and Japan usually didn't see eye to eye, neither wanted to lose control over pricing. Besides, the major chaebols back home had already set their sights on the Rapid-Acting Diabetes Pills as a gold mine, so they absolutely refused to back down on this issue.
Next, ambassadors and officials from other countries voiced their opinions, all saying that the Yanhuang Republic was being too domineering. Only the representatives from the United States, Albion, and other major European powers remained silent, clearly content to watch from the sidelines.
Minister Zhou had expected these protests from the other countries, so he wasn't surprised at all. He said calmly, "Mr. Song developed this special medicine to cure diabetic patients all over the world, not to make money. Otherwise, he wouldn't have set the price at only 1,000 yuan per bottle. If anyone goes against Mr. Song's original intention, our country will ban the export of this medicine!"
"What?"
The foreign delegations were stunned; none of them had expected Haishan Zhou to be so firm and uncompromising.
"Minister Zhou, this unified pricing does seem a bit unreasonable. After all, every country's economic situation is different!" The Albion ambassador finally spoke up, sounding rather diplomatic.
Minister Zhou was even more resolute: "There's no room for negotiation on the price. If you're willing to accept this condition, you may stay and discuss export quotas. Otherwise, please leave!"
"Uh..."
The officials exchanged glances, but none of them stood up to leave.
After all, the Rapid-Acting Diabetes Pills were simply too miraculous—able to completely cure diabetes in just a few days. If their country couldn't import it, their citizens would surely revolt.
Seeing that not a single official left, Haishan Zhou felt a surge of satisfaction—it was truly cathartic.
"Please look at the big screen. Here you'll see the quota and wholesale price tables for each country!"
"Bang!"
When the quota and wholesale price tables appeared on the big screen, the already disgruntled Japanese ambassador Kazuo Mitani slammed the table and glared at Haishan Zhou. "Minister Zhou, you owe me and Japan an explanation—why is our wholesale price double that of other countries?"
Haishan Zhou glanced coolly at Kazuo Mitani and said, "Yesterday, a group of Japanese operatives infiltrated Song Medical, attempting to steal confidential information. They've already been apprehended by the police."
Kazuo Mitani was taken aback, then shouted, "Slander! This is outright slander!"
Haishan Zhou's expression turned cold. "Whether or not it's slander, your country knows the truth. Mr. Mitani, please maintain order in the meeting—otherwise people might think Japan doesn't understand proper etiquette!"
"Nonsense! Japan is the most polite country in the world!" Kazuo Mitani shouted angrily.
"In that case, Mr. Mitani, please take your seat," Haishan Zhou replied calmly.
Kazuo Mitani: "...You...!"
But in the end, he could only sit down, visibly disgruntled.
The Korean officials looked on with thinly veiled schadenfreude at the scene.
Half an hour later, the negotiations finally ended.