"Mr. Gao, you've said too much,"

"Given the nature of these Japanese pigs, how could they possibly produce such exquisite porcelain and calligraphy and paintings full of artistic beauty!"

In response to Cook's flattery, Gao Ren gave him a thumbs up.

"that is!"

"Hundreds of years ago, these neon pigs were still wearing open-crotch pants, how could they have the ability to make such exquisite things!"

Seeing that Gao Ren genuinely wanted to possess these items, Cook immediately did him a favor.

"Mr. Gao, since you like these things so much,"

"Perfect timing! I have quite a few of the calligraphy, paintings, and porcelain pieces that those Japanese pigs gave me back then. I'll have them all sent over to you right away!"

Cook's generosity was not unexpected.

Antiques, you say they're valuable... they really are valuable.

But it's only valuable within a fixed circle.

After all, so many antiques have been passed down from their families in later generations, and the buyers who fetch astronomical prices at auctions are always Chinese...

You've invited these foreigners to appreciate traditional Chinese ink painting and elegant calligraphy...

Isn't this just putting these foreigners in a difficult position?

"Thank you very much, Commander Cook!"

Seeing the smile on Gao Ren's face, Cook thumped his chest and chuckled, uttering the phrase Gao Ren often said.

"We're all buddies, no need to be so polite!"

After a brief exchange, Cook steered the conversation to the main topic.

"Mr. Gao, the Ministry of Finance building was bombed, resulting in over a thousand deaths and injuries. Furthermore, the homes of a major Japanese conglomerate and the chairman of a large corporation were attacked, and the chairman himself has been kidnapped and disappeared."

"These few pieces of news,"

"In just half an hour, the Japanese stock market plummeted by five percent!"

"Mr. Gao, do you think the stock market will crash before the market closes today...?"