"You don't know that the corrupt capitalists on the other side have actually doubled the price of hybrid corn this time."

"Damn bald eagle, do you really think there's nothing the Alliance can do without their corn?"

"ridiculous!"

The man in the trench coat sneered, and the fat factory manager beside him spoke even more righteously.

"Yes, those rotten and dirty guys would never have thought that the Alliance would develop high-yielding corn on its own. Now I am a little curious. When the corn is harvested, what will the faces of those capitalists look like when they see the yellow corn?"

The fat man was the first to laugh after saying this, and the people around him were also happy. They had no good impressions of the hateful country on the other side of the ocean that blocked their steps to realize the revolution around the world.

Even the man in the trench coat nodded after hearing this.

Being able to free the alliance from economic constraints will certainly be a great contribution.

While everyone was talking, suddenly a secretary ran over.

"Comrade leader, all warehouses have been loaded with fine seeds."

"There are only thirty tons of seeds left in the south. Do you need to load and unload them?"

The secretary asked loudly, and Chaikalykov glanced at the people around him, then showed a playful smile.

"Pull it out and find a piece of land to plant it on!"

Neither Fatty Factory Director nor Galt said anything, but they still felt it was unnecessary.

The fat factory director wants to grind these seeds into flour to make bread.

However, when they heard Chaikalykov's words next, everyone around him started laughing.

"The pigs of the Alliance also need corn."

After a while, bursts of laughter came from all around.

"Yeah, the Alliance pigs will love it."

"Haha, their corn is only rationed for the Alliance pigs."

"Doesn't that mean they eat the same as pigs..."

Hahaha

There was constant laughter and ridicule all around.

...

Oriental, pentagonal landmark building.

White light shines on the wall, reflecting the flag of democracy, and the wind of freedom sweeps through the grass in front, blowing those grasses pursuing freedom to the ditch aside.

Facts have proved that in pursuit of freedom, one must clearly see which direction the wind is blowing.

In the office.

The curly-haired middle-aged man with a sinister face looked at a report with an indifferent expression.

Smith had just collected this report, and after just one glance, he was heartbroken.

Ever since he led the economic war against the alliance, until now, no, it should be said until last year, everything has been going smoothly, and his own plans have gone smoothly, slowly corroding the inside of the alliance in a subtle and silent way.

Everything is being planned.

But, the damn Hua Guoren suddenly took action, completely disrupting his many years of planning, behind-the-scenes, and painstaking and costly plans.

Sighing, he took out a book from the drawer.

It is "Thirty-Six Strategies".

The more I understand the ideas in this book, the more I am afraid of the Chinese people.

A military book, summarized more than a thousand years ago.

As for them, the country has not yet disappeared.

For a moment, looking at the thirty-six plots, one after another, I suddenly doubted whether the economic war that I had worked so hard to come up with was also part of the opponent's scheme?

dong dong

Just when the middle-aged man felt palpitations, there was a knock on the door.

The middle-aged man laughed at himself, how could he fail?

ridiculous.

After regaining his composure, the middle-aged man sat up straight and said, "Please come in."

The office door was pushed open, and a woman wearing business attire walked in.

This person is his secretary. He is tall, pure white, with a curvy figure, a unique face, and blond hair that is curled into big waves.

This person was specially selected by him from many applicants.

Of course, as a secretary, he is very diligent in his work, with a rigorous attitude and cold persistence. This attitude and temperament make him feel more satisfied on the other hand.

"Dear Monroe, has anyone ever told you that she is more beautiful than Marilyn Monroe?"

The middle-aged man looked at the woman's big waves unabashedly.

"Dear sir, you can fire the person who said this."

"How can I compare with a group of four people?" Mengsha's voice was calm, but it made the middle-aged man even more eager.

"Ha ha"

"Well, dear Ms. Mengsha, what's the matter? I hope this won't disturb our dinner."

The middle-aged man smiled, but Mengsha stepped forward and took out a document from the folder.

"Sir!" Mengsha leaned forward, not caring about the lowered collar when she bent over, and straightened the documents in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and then looked.

"This is..."

"This is a joint statement from farmers across the Great Lakes region."

"What?"

"Sir, they clearly rejected the planting of corn you mentioned earlier in their statement and are preparing to plant other crops."

As Mengsha explained, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed.

"What? Damn it, how dare they, how dare they do this?"

boom

He hit his fist on the nanmu table with an angry look on his face.

"They learned that the alliance has a new hybrid corn, and they think that no matter how much corn they plant, there is a risk that they will not be able to sell it. When no one outside buys it, and the domestic price does not want to be lowered, they will have no choice but to throw it into the lake except for feeding pigs."

After Mengsha finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up and faced Mengsha directly.

"Feed the pigs, these bastards, bastards!"

"I have told them that the export prices will be increased when the time comes, and there will be policy support, which can fully compensate for their losses."

"Why, why do these pigs do this?"

The middle-aged man looked angry, but his heart was filled with fear.

Reminds me of the crisis that once broke out.

At that time, these scumbags could pour milk into the river for personal gain, so it was not impossible to feed pigs.

snap

The middle-aged man with red eyes felt powerless all over his body.

Even if he is in a high position, even if he has rights that others cannot achieve.

It's all useless in front of this group of capital who only think about problems with sponge bodies.
Chapter completed!