"You should know about these supplies. We signed a treaty with former President Bozhnev."

“Bang!”

Gorbachev slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "No!"

"You must not reduce the wheat you supply, and you must increase the amount of wheat."

Bao Junyi sneered, "Mr. President, how can you expect a cow to work hard without feeding it enough?"

"You actually want to reduce Miracle Group's market share. Then, whoever gets it will bear the consequences."

"Otherwise, Miracle Group will completely withdraw from the Mao Bear Country market and let the Western capital you favor take over."

"Bang!"

Gorbachev slammed his fist on the table and angrily said, "Are you threatening me?"

"We in the Bear Country never accept threats!"

Bao Junyi sneered and said, "Mr. President, are you mistaken?"

"You are threatening us."

"Besides, since you have no sincerity this time, there is no need to continue the discussion."

A mocking look appeared on Gorbaqiaofu's face. He said, "Haha, Bao Junyi, do you think this is Miracle Group?"

"Is this a place where you can come and go as you please?"

"I'm telling you! You have to agree even if you don't want to!"

Bao Junyi stopped walking and turned back to ask, "Are you sure?"

"If I say—No!"

Gorbachev slowly sat down, picked up the cigar he had just smoked, and took a deep puff.

His eyes turned fierce, and he looked at Bao Junyi and said, "The only option left is death!"

"Looking around the world, apart from the United States, no country dares to say 'no' to us."

"Bang!"

Bao Junyi nodded, turned around and walked back, kicked over the chair, and punched the table.

He smiled and said, "No one can force me to do anything I don't want to do."

"You—can't do that either!"

"bump!"

Suddenly, the office door was violently pushed open and the secretary and several guards rushed in.