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In the conference room.

The negotiating representatives from the White Elephant country of India were feeling very nervous and uneasy.

Dimo remained silent and did not reveal his decision.

Young Master Chu walked into the room and his eyes inadvertently met Singh's for a moment. He saw him shake his head slightly and frowned.

Everyone returned to their seats and sat down. Young Master Chu picked up the bottle of mineral water on the table, unscrewed it gently, took a sip, and looked at Dimo, who had a calm expression, with a hint of suspicion flashing across his face.

The guy on the opposite side was stunned by his combination of punches and is ready to fight to the death?

Or does he really have the demeanor of a great general, who remains calm even when faced with overwhelming pressure?

"Prime Minister Dimo, it seems that this half-hour rest was very good. Your face looks good!"

Young Master Chu gently placed the bottle of mineral water in his hand on the table with a sarcastic smile on his face.

Dimo felt his chest tighten, and he curled his lips slightly, forcing a smile and said, "It's OK. I enjoyed the scenery downstairs for a while."

"Since Prime Minister Dimo ​​is in a mood to enjoy the scenery, I think he has made a decision in his mind."

Young Master Chu raised his lips slightly, with a hint of provocation in his voice. He looked directly at Dimo ​​and immediately asked, "Prime Minister, can you tell me the final answer to the White Elephant Asan Kingdom?"

"General Chu."

Dimo maintained his composure on the surface and asked back:

"Both your country and mine are large countries with a population of over one billion. Your country's founding emperor once used the phrase 'ocean of people's war' to describe the Daxia people's counterattack against the invaders.

Aren't you afraid that Daxia's army will be drowned by such an ocean?"

Young Master Chu stared at Di Mo in amazement. It took him several seconds to react, and a smile that he could hardly suppress flashed in his eyes.

He tried to control himself, but that smile was like spring weeds, growing stronger the more he suppressed it. The corners of his mouth began to twitch slightly, as if he was fighting a silent battle, trying to suppress the laughter that was about to burst out.

However, this battle was obviously not as easy as he had imagined.

The corners of his eyes began to glitter with laughter, and the twitching of the corners of his mouth became more and more obvious. Finally, he gave up resistance and laughed. The laughter was like the sound of a dawn bell, full of mockery.

"Haha...haha...this is the funniest joke I've heard this year."

In the conference room, Young Master Chu's laughter gradually stopped after a long while. He slowly let out a breath, sat up straight, and with a mocking look on his face, he retorted coldly:

“Prime Minister Dimo’s words reminded me of a saying from Daxia: Oranges grown in the south are oranges, while those grown in the north are tangerines.

I think even if you have heard this sentence, you don't understand its meaning, otherwise you wouldn't say such a ridiculous statement. "

Young Master Chu did not wait for Di Mo to refute, and continued to strike while the iron was hot and sarcastically said:

“Although both our countries have thousands of years of civilization history, our national conditions are completely different.

Prime Minister Dimo ​​should know more about your country’s history than the rest of us. A country that was easily conquered by foreign forces and whose citizens are now divided into different classes... If it really had such ability and determination, it would not have been conquered by John Bull for hundreds of years..."

Everyone in the room knew very well what the White Elephant India was like. A country that was only unified when it was colonized by a foreign country, a country whose official language was the colonizer's native language, and whose citizens were used to being submissive, how could they possibly have a spirit of resistance?

"you……"

Di Mo's expression changed slightly, but soon returned to his composure. He stared at Young Master Chu with his eyes as sharp as knives, no longer prepared to engage in an argument with the young boy in front of him.

Young Master Chu had no intention of letting Dimo ​​go. He looked at his watch and sneered, "Prime Minister Dimo, I have to kindly remind you that it is already 11:03. You have less than an hour to think about it..."

"I……"

Di Mo looked at Young Master Chu with hatred in his eyes. He moved his lips but did not have the courage to say "no".

The two sides were in a stalemate with each other.

Singh's eyes moved back and forth between Dimo ​​and Young Master Chu several times. Thinking of Young Master Chu's instructions to him, he gritted his teeth, gritted his teeth, and whispered:

“General Chu, our country has no intention of becoming an enemy of yours.

Prime Minister Dimo ​​is actually willing to return your country’s territory.”

Singh paused, and glanced at Dimo ​​at the side. Seeing that Dimo ​​had no intention of stopping him from speaking, he raised his voice a little and continued:

"It's just that your country's conditions are really unreasonable. my country is really unable to pay 10000 trillion yuan in compensation."

Upon hearing this, Young Master Chu stared at Dimo ​​for a few seconds and asked calmly, "Prime Minister Dimo, is what General Singh said true?"

In an instant, all eyes turned to Dimo.

Negotiators from both sides want to know his final decision.

Dimo closed his eyes and remained silent.

Dimo closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his brows furrowed, as if he was bound by invisible ropes, and every nerve in his body was struggling violently.

His breathing became heavy, and every breath seemed to be fighting against the struggle within him.

Pain and helplessness were intertwined on Dimo's face.

The fingers on the table were clenched into fists, veins bulging.

At this moment, the conference room seemed to be enveloped by an invisible force, and fell into a suffocating silence. All sounds seemed to be swallowed by this force, and even the sound of breathing became weak and almost inaudible.

There is a depressing atmosphere in the air, which makes people feel a heavy sense of oppression.

We have been aggressive at the negotiation table, but the calm and composed Mr. Chu couldn't help but feel a little nervous at this moment.

He subconsciously licked his lips, picked up the bottle of mineral water on the table, gently unscrewed the lid, and drank half of the bottle in one breath. The coolness of the water seemed to calm him down a little, but the anxiety deep in his eyes did not reduce at all.

In this world, no one likes war except those madmen.

Although military staff have already made plans to deal with various outcomes, the current international situation is confusing.

Young Master Chu's ambition is to be the one who plays chess, not to personally participate in physical combat.

This is also the deep reason why there could be accidental shootings on the Western Front, while the Eastern Front is now just a confrontation between two armies.

His goal has never changed, there is only one, that is Eagle Sauce.

As long as Eagle Sauce does not take action personally, Young Master Chu will remind himself not to let Da Xia's energy be diverted by a group of villains just for the sake of momentary gratification.

Inside the negotiation room, the tense atmosphere reached its peak.

Everyone is waiting for Prime Minister Dimo's final decision, which will directly affect the future destiny of the two countries.

Time passes by minute by minute.

Dimo, sitting like an old monk, finally slowly opened his eyes, his eyes revealing a deep fatigue and helplessness.

Looking up at Young Master Chu, Dimo ​​nodded slightly, and finally compromised in a low voice: "General Chu, as Chief Singh said, even if the White Elephant Asan Kingdom empties its treasury, it will not be able to meet your compensation demands."