Chapter 319 Can it be sustained?
"Oh, yes, we respect contracts and Indian customs very much."

Wang Deming had a faint smile on his face, waiting for the other party to finish showing off.

The man took the white towel held up by his personal servant who was kneeling on the ground, wiped his hands and threw it back into the plate, then he lifted his feet and immediately had another servant kneel down to polish his shoes.

After doing all the steps, he raised his head and looked at Wang Deming. He frowned and said coldly to Alexei with some dissatisfaction, "Dear Mr. Soviet, when you talked to me about shipping food to Hong Kong, we felt something was wrong. Why does Hong Kong need so much food?"

"It seems that you are planning to act as a middleman and sell to the Chinese?"

"Then I have to inform you very seriously that this grain contract will not take effect in the future, and it was your fault that led to the breach of contract. This has affected the sincerity of both of us. Of course, the 10% deposit will definitely not be refunded."

"Imdo Khan, the contract doesn't stipulate whether I am a middleman or who I sell to."

Alexei narrowed his eyes and suppressed his anger. If it were him before, he would have cursed loudly. Why, did India need a million tons of steel from the Soviet Union to go around before it would behave?
It’s just that Wang Deming said he could handle it, and he also wanted to see Wang Deming’s methods.

"Hongmen Banquet?" Yimdo Khan turned to Wang Deming and asked calmly, "I have studied your Chinese culture. It was passed on from India, and you are shamelessly occupying our land."

"I advise you Chinese not to affect our friendship with our Soviet friends. And obey our wishes and the wishes of the local people and give the land to us!"

Oh my god, no wonder the business is not going well, it turns out that I encountered this. What is it called? Great Indianism?
Why don't you say that Britain belongs to you too?
After hearing this, Wang Deming was not in a hurry to influence him, but began to guide him to speak more, especially about land.

"Oh, why do you Indians think so? That place has been our territory since ancient times. What do you want us to do?"

"Of course you must leave the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau immediately, and you cannot have any armed forces in northern Shaanxi near the plateau!"

"Oh and then what?"

“And then of course we have to respect the wishes of the locals!”

"for example?"

"Of course, by becoming part of our great, free, union."

"Oh, so this is your plan. What if we don't listen to you?"

Yimdo Khan smiled proudly, revealing a mouthful of golden teeth that shone with gold and seemed to be inlaid with diamond particles. He gently tapped his chest with the index and middle fingers of his right hand and said proudly, "Then we must obey the will of the Buddha, transform into Vajra, and rebuild the Buddhist kingdom on that land!"

"King Kong? Who gave you the confidence?"

"Plane, artillery, tanks, we have everything. The Soviet Union is our friend, the United States is our ally, and of course Victoria of England is our eternal queen. Governor McMahon is our backer, and we are rich! Super rich! We are the third largest country in the world, and we should have a corresponding status in the international community."

"Oh, you guys are still planning on starting a conflict?"

"No, no, no, that won't be a conflict, it will only be one-sided. For your sake, you don't have the ability to do that. When the heavenly soldiers and generals arrive, you will definitely be defeated!"

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Why do I feel like you guys are better at dreaming than Koreans?
In a few days the earth will no longer be able to accommodate you and you will have to go to heaven and follow your three great gods.

Besides, you don't believe in Buddha now, haven't you converted to Hinduism? You believe in the caste system.

What's more, when Buddha came to China, he was also transformed into a local religion suitable for China. There is no such thing as a special breed of generals and ministers. It has nothing to do with you Indians.
Wang Deming didn't want to listen any more, so he snapped his fingers and said, "OK, let's talk about the grain business now."

If Mr. Huo and the others had not been around, he would have simply snapped his fingers and ordered Imdo Khan to go and execute the contract.

Imdo Khan's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he murmured, "Oh, yes, I'm here today to discuss business." Wang Deming raised the corners of his lips and sneered, "Are you sincere in cooperating with Mr. Alexei in the grain business?"

"Oh, we wanted to sign the contract quickly, get on board, and start shipping," Yimdo Khan said. At this moment, Wang Deming seemed to be the great Indian god in his heart: Brahma. His smile was full of encouragement. He couldn't help but reveal all the secrets in his heart: "Later, the British came to us and hoped to buy our grain with more money, so we wanted to resell it to them."

"Did the British give you a deposit?"

"No, but he gave me 100 million pounds privately. You know, this is not a small amount. The money from selling grain will not all go into my pocket. But you also know that we can't afford to offend the Soviets, and we don't want to return the money or pay the penalty. We can only drag it out."

"Fuck!" Alexey could no longer suppress his anger and started to curse: "Are the brains of you Indians as polluted as the water of the Ganges? You dare to tease me for the British! Do you believe that our Soviet Union's millions of steel lions will go straight to your Delhi!"

Yimdo Khan shrugged and said, "So we dare not refuse openly."

"Fuck!" Alexei rolled up his sleeves and got to work!
Damn it, you dare to tease me, I’m tired of living!

"Alexei!" Wang Deming called him and winked at him, "Be patient, and wait for me."

"Imdo, don't you feel that your body has been sluggish and your muscles have been stiff recently? Even your favorite concubine can't attract you?" He said seriously, "Don't you realize that no matter how much medicine you take, you can't regain your virility?"

"Have you not realized that you will never be able to give birth to a son again, and after you die you will fall into an endless hell and suffer endless torture, but there will be no descendants to offer incense and incense to save you?"

Yimdo Khan, sweating profusely, his face pale, "Ah, please save me!"

Wang Deming suddenly shouted loudly, his voice like a huge bell, echoing in the banquet hall: "Imdo Khan, you have gone astray, will you convert?"

"Convert! Convert!"

Wang Deming waved to the waiter in the banquet hall, who came over with a tray containing a book, the Diamond Sutra.

He picked up the Buddhist scripture and said solemnly in a rhythmic tone, as if chanting: "Thus I have heard!"

Yimdo Khan immediately clasped his hands together and knelt respectfully in front of Wang Deming.

"Hiss" a sound of cold air suddenly came from the banquet hall!

What the hell is going on? How did it suddenly become a sermon scene?
Wang Deming held the Diamond Sutra in one hand and stroked Yimdo's head back and forth with the other hand, as if he was giving him precepts.

"You shall not kill any living being for the rest of your life. Can you keep this promise now?"

"Disciple can hold on!"

"Can you keep yourself away from adultery for the rest of your life?"

"Disciple can hold on!"

"Okay, get up." Wang Deming handed him the Diamond Sutra. "Do you know what to do next?"

"Disciple knows. I will call India right now and have them ship the grain immediately!"

"Master, the 100 million pounds that I received should also be used to buy food and transport it here."

"good!"

(End of this chapter)