Fujita called in Tokyo to sell 'health products' to the elderly in Japan, and Zhou Qingfeng was attending a secret meeting. A US delegation came from Washington for consultations.

This was made possible by the Ministry of Justice of the "Holy Light" for two years. It was located in the Convention and Exhibition Center in Central, with the purpose of lifting sanctions on "Holy Light".

The talks were originally to be held in New York, but later they were asked to be held in Japan. Zhou Qingfeng's minimum concession was in HK, and other places were exempt from negotiations. This negotiation site alone had been arguing for more than half a year.

The US initially agreed to send senior officials from the Ministry of Commerce to come, but when I really waited to pick up the plane at the airport, I only saw a few low-level fish with arrogant attitudes.

Zhou Qingfeng endured all this.

What could not bear was that the two sides of the talks began to sit down, and the tall and powerful U.S. negotiators on the other side began to stack paper planes.

The homepage of a meeting text was pulled out, folded carefully, and the edges were pressed out. The high-necked and deep-necked face breathed a sigh of relief on its head.

This is too frivolous.

"If you dare to throw this thing over, I will smash your face and throw your body into the sea to feed the fish."

The two sides were separated by the negotiation table, but they were only a short distance away. Zhou Qingfeng's big hand pressed the table, his figure tightly, staring at the small fish opposite like a lion and tiger.

The dignified president came forward in person, and the other party was so contemptuous and rude. It is conceivable how contempt and arrogance the other party was when Huang Li’s legal department contacted him before.

Zhou Qingfeng attached great importance to this negotiation, but at this moment his mental power was like a storm of rage, surging in the spacious conference room. The Americans on the opposite side seemed to be under heavy pressure, and their originally relaxed expression showed a little discomfort.

There were two rows of rows sitting on the negotiating table, and only five or six people came to the US, less than half of the "Holy Light". But they didn't look at people in the face of the moment they landed, and the same was true for the formal occasions of the talks.

The personnel responsible for the reception of "Holy Light" have been holding back again and again. After enduring Zhou Qingfeng, there is no need to endure it anymore.

The American who was in the origami airplane felt strange. His hands suddenly became numb and couldn't lift them up, but he insisted on shouting: "Mr. Zhou, this meeting was requested by you. The terms of the meeting have been formulated, you just need to sign it."

This kind of negotiation attitude is a waste of time talking about a word.

Zhou Qingfeng already understood that he had come for nothing and was too lazy to think about 'signing an agreement'. He turned his head and looked at Huang Li, the legal director who was accompanying the meeting, and asked: "Why didn't you tell me about this situation earlier?"

Huang Li also endured Zhou Qingfeng's anger, and she didn't expect that these Americans would be arrogant from beginning to end. She always thought that they would restrain themselves when they saw Zhou Qingfeng. Who knew that they would become more aggressive.

Huang Li has been by Zhou Qingfeng for more than two years and knows her temper. She could only take a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, I think the group needs to lift the sanctions, so"

"So compromise, right?"

Zhou Qingfeng's heart was even more angry and his anger increased, but he had to force himself to suppress it so that he would not be out of control after the outbreak.

"Face is very important. The more you give in, the more you are looked down upon by the enemy. Sometimes you have to fight for your own damage and never give in."

Secretary-General Lin Wan sat on the other side, reached out to pat Zhou Qingfeng's arm, and whispered: "I have participated in this matter, so I don't blame Huang Li alone. The conditions of this agreement"

“There is no agreement.”

Zhou Qingfeng stood up suddenly, reached out and grabbed the origami plane from the American opposite. He looked down at the other party's blue and white face, "Let's stop here."

For more than a year, "Holy Light" has been fighting with the United States. The personnel of both sides have fought directly in Eastern Europe, Central Asia, the Middle East and Southeast Asia, with each other killed and injured.

With the reunification of Germany, former Warsaw Pact countries collectively turned to NATO. In addition, the stupid shit-stumbling stick of "Babo" was mixed up, and the power of "Holy Light" in Eastern Europe shrank sharply, and many markets won in the past two years became precarious.

In Southeast Asia, the local social environment is even more backward and the cultural race is very different from that of the West. It is the turn of the "Holy Light" to expand its territory and expand its territory, and the Western forces are chasing them backwards step by step.

Central Asia and the Middle East are mud pits, and the "Holy Light" does not easily invest too much resources. At most, it has helped Iran build more than 40 "Tomcats" and a batch of old F-5Es. The oil business is still not negotiated.

But the group has achieved these achievements in two or three years, which has made Americans unable to sleep or eat. This is why the Ministry of Justice has been contacted continuously, and the two parties agreed to hold a meeting at HK and make some concessions.

But the senior American officials who should appear now did not come, and the macaque who came thought he was the winner. Then there was nothing to talk about.

"Give up the fantasy and continue fighting." Zhou Qingfeng withdrew his arm and glanced at the paper plane he had seized. He sneered at the representative of the US side opposite him.

“I would store this paper plane, protect it with a glass cover, and put it in a prominent position in my office. I would write on it ‘On June 5, 94, an American wanted to throw this thing over my head’.

Wait, at most thirty years, almost twenty years. I will throw this paper plane and some other things back to your head. I hope you all can live until that time and witness the next twenty or thirty years."

Zhou Qingfeng took the paper plane, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, shouting to his subordinates who came to attend the talks: "Let's go, why are you still staying here? Isn't it embarrassing enough?"

The "Holy Light" side stood up quickly, followed the president's footsteps and left the conference room one after another. Now the American people looked at each other and didn't know what to do.

Especially the one who was on the origami plane, I realized that she seemed to have messed up. Not long after, Mixue'er, who was a negotiation planner, walked in from outside the conference room and raised her hand in front of everyone and slapped the person on the side.

A slap sounded through the conference room, scaring everyone else involved in the meeting. The person who was slapped was even more stunned. He was stunned for a while before he realized that he had been beaten.

Mixue'er scolded angrily: "Idiot, the talk will end in less than five minutes. What did you do?"

The origami airplane is two heads taller than Michelle, but facing this petite woman, she could only cover her face and stammer: "I thought those Japanese people."

Mixue'er was even more crazy, "Who told you that the Japanese were talking to you today?"

"My boss, he asked me to talk casually and sign the agreement." Origami, the senior boss who seemed to have found a support and pushed everything to the absent boss.

"Idiots, you are all idiots. Is it difficult to sign an agreement? Can this be messed up? Say something nice to each other with a smile and sign the prepared documents.

Oh, by the way. Your position is too low and you are not qualified to sign. But you can bring the other party’s signed documents back to Washington and ask your boss to sign it."

Mixue'er broke out, "Do you know how much effort it took to promote this negotiation? While we still have the price, we will restrain the out-of-control monster, but everything is screwed up."

Mixueer reached out to grab the other person's collar and asked viciously: "What did you do?"

"I folded the paper plane"

Mixue'er's eyes were round and she gritted her teeth and asked, "What did you break?"

"Folded the paper plane."

"Then what?"

"The other party left in anger."

It was Michelle's turn to take a deep breath. She blushed but let go of the unlucky collar. She also reached out to pat her to smooth out the wrinkles of the collar, shook her head and sighed:

"My fault, my fault, I shouldn't have found a bunch of idiots to work."

A moment later, Mixue'er burst into scolding again: "The next one is a life-and-death final victory, and there is no possibility of easing again. But we don't know the opponent this time, and we don't know at all."

Other Americans thought Michelle was crazy about her scream. The person who was slapped her was even more dissatisfied, "Isn't it just a backward country? So what if it's not Japan? They are not as good as Japan."

This argument is too stupid, so stupid that it is not worth refuting.
Chapter completed!