Chapter 338 They must rely on redemption
"Comrade Deming is here, please take a seat."

Mr. Song did not answer immediately, but said to the waiter at the door: "We are all here, let's start serving the food."

After the waiter closed the door and left, he whispered, "There are good and bad things."

Wang Deming nodded. This was normal. How could we negotiate the price later if we didn’t give some hope?

Mr. Song went on to say, “The farmers’ association in Australia is very active and has begun lobbying the government. They said they will be able to sign an agreement with us by this month at the latest, but there is a clause that it must be guaranteed by an Australian bank.”

Wang Deming could not deny it. He took out a cigarette and handed it out before lighting it up: "Well, any more?"

"It's similar in Canada, but the Canadian Farmers' Association said that it must be signed by the head of the Executive Yuan. They need more time, and the price must be calculated according to the price of the Chicago Futures Exchange, with an upward fluctuation of 1%."

"1%, so much?" Wang Deming frowned slightly, "They are too wicked, aren't they?"

Don’t think that 1% is a small amount. You should know that the wheat ordered from Canada is over 100 million tons, with an estimated amount of 1 million US dollars.

The US dollar is pegged to gold these days, unlike in the past, when it cost 1 cent and could be printed at will, resulting in a debt of 35 trillion US dollars.
1 million US dollars, worth more than 900 tons of gold
If the price goes up by 1%, at least several tons of gold will be thrown into the water.

"Alas," Mr. Ding sighed and said in a deep voice, "What I am most afraid of now is that Australia and Canada are colluding with each other! Raising the price together! You know, they both belong to the Commonwealth."

"And England has always been firmly on guard against our mainland, such as the little tricks they are doing in Singapore now, little boy. Isn't the news all over here?"

Wang Deming tapped the table, thought for a while, and asked, "Can we invite them all to Hong Kong?"

Mr. Ding thought for a moment and nodded solemnly, "It should be possible!"

At this time, the waiter pushed the door open and started serving the dishes. It didn't take long for the table to be filled with abalone, sea cucumber, prawns, and everything else.

Mr. Song picked up the chopsticks and greeted enthusiastically: "Come on, Comrade Deming, Mr. Ding, let's eat while it's hot! Today's meal is equivalent to a welcoming banquet for Mr. Ding!"

"Mr. Ding has worked very hard to solve our country's food problem. Today is a good time to replenish my nutrition."

Mr. Ding looked at the table full of dishes, his face livid and his whole body trembling, "Mr. Song, are you just wasting our precious foreign exchange in Hong Kong?"

"Do you know that the teacher comrade has been sharing the joys and sorrows with the masses, refusing to eat, and eating wild vegetables every day, and he has become swollen?"

"How can we swallow this? I thought you would order two home-cooked dishes as a token of your appreciation. But you?"

Seeing Mr. Ding's rage, Mr. Song quickly explained, "Mr. Ding, I used my own salary to treat you to this meal!"

Mr. Ding's anger level has subsided a little, but he still can't hide his excitement. He advised earnestly: "Mr. Song, we are in a land of capitalism that is morally corrupt and full of corruption. We must especially emphasize our inner morality and beliefs. We are communists and we want to liberate all mankind."

"Don't be fooled by the colorful things in front of you, and don't be fooled by these so-called superior materials."

"You know, most people in our country still don't have enough to eat. Have you forgotten what the teacher taught XX when he was in Northeast China?"

Mr. Song took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat, nodding his head, "You're right!" "I just thought that you've come a long way, don't worry, I won't waste it. Haha, we have comrades who work the night shift, so we can bring it back for them as a midnight snack."

Mr. Ding nodded and called the waiter, "Leave two dishes for us, and a bowl of rice, and pack up the rest."

The waiter didn't know how to deal with it.

Wang Deming, who had been watching coldly, spoke up, "One is for eating, one is for drinking, and the others are for food boxes."

"Okay, okay!"

After a while, Bai Ma came over and asked if the food was not to her liking.
This is Wang Deming having dinner with friends. If the food is not to her liking, she, a fresh hotel manager, will probably have to go back to the manor to look after the children every day.
After Mr. Ding patiently explained, Bai Ma breathed a sigh of relief. She directed the waiter to serve the dishes and gave a plate of peanuts and a plate of tofu for free.

Before leaving the box, she deliberately glanced at Wang Deming.

Mr. Ding noticed it keenly, but didn't say anything. Before he came to Hong Kong, he was shocked when his leader gave him Wang Deming's information.

I really didn’t expect that there would be such a genius in our country?
Soon, the Moutai in the box was replaced with Erguotou, and the glasses were clinking. In order to ease the embarrassment of Mr. Song just now, Mr. Ding raised his glass frequently and kept praising the achievements made by China Resources Company in the past ten years.

In particular, the export of raw silk has increased year by year, accounting for 60% of the imports of France and Italy, completely suppressing the Japanese's raw silk exports in Europe.

Mr. Song was even more embarrassed. He could only say that the smooth growth of raw silk exports was due to Wang Deming's contribution. It was he who contacted Diana for the French line, and it was Mr. Huo who signed the contract and provided the funds.

Of course, Mr. Huo also made some money from it, but the biggest profit came from Xiangjiang’s Siwu Soup beverage.

Gradually, it became popular not only in France, but also in neighboring countries such as Italy and West Germany. Although the Soviet Union withdrew all its experts and became hostile to China, Siwu Soup beverages continued to be imported. How could something that replenished energy for party members be banned?

One bottle a day is to ensure better service to the people of the Soviet Union and the Warsaw Pact.
Therefore, the total amount of the 156 industrial aid projects in the previous life was more than 50 billion, including a loan of about 60 billion gold rubles. The beverage factory alone repaid half of the loan, which greatly alleviated the country's financial pressure.

There were no female comrades to liven up the atmosphere, there were only a few dishes, and they only drank one bottle of wine. Mr. Ding and Mr. Song ended this awkward dinner by eating rice.

There was no need for a waiter to escort them. They just carried a large bamboo food box along the way back to China Resources.

I don’t know what kind of mental journey Mr. Song went through along the way. Wang Deming stood in the office on the 9th floor, smoking a cigarette, looking at two limping figures under the street lights.

In just three days, the chairman of the Australian Farmers' Association led a group of people to fly to Hong Kong.

Unexpectedly, this time in the banquet hall of the Peninsula Hotel, several British leaders in Hong Kong also came, anyway, they all had the surname of G. Governor Alexander Grantham, Justice Gregg, Chief Superintendent of Police Peter Godber.
Of course, HSBC Chairman Donald Trump is also indispensable.

Facing the setting sun, the banquet hall was filled with joy. Influenced by the gift provided by Wang Deming in advance - the Bible, the chairman of the Australian Farmers' Association patted his chest and agreed without hesitation that it would be done as long as there was a certificate and guarantee issued by HSBC Bank.

Most importantly, the price of wheat was reduced by 10% to the best of his ability.

The words were very beautiful: it’s a pity that it can only be reduced this much!

It stands to reason that selling food to China this time is in line with international humanitarian principles and should not be paid for, but Australian farmers still have to make a living.
After bidding farewell to Australia, we will soon welcome Canada.
(End of this chapter)