The Chinese man standing behind the sofa was none other than Xiao Feng, who had been kicked out of his home.
The three Americans were drinking and chatting happily.
"Mr. President, do you think our submitted materials will pass the inspection smoothly?"
A deputy named Smith asked his president.
Alex smiled smugly.
"Although those materials are banned in the United States, China doesn't have the technology to detect them yet, so they won't be found to be problematic. Besides, we've already communicated with the authorities, haven't we? I believe they'll pass inspection soon, and we can just wait to make a fortune together."
"Hahaha......"
After a burst of laughter, the group raised their glasses, clinked them together, and drank them down in one gulp.
"Put down the glasses," Smith chimed in.
"The president is right. Our material is easy to produce, costs less than a third of normal materials, and is very beautiful when used in clothing. Once it is put into production, we will soon reap huge returns."
Another deputy, Garcia, got up and refilled everyone's glasses with red wine.
"Mr. President, once our materials are produced, the downstream apparel industry will become our domain. No domestic companies in China will be able to compete with us, whether in terms of style or price."
"Of course."
Alex proudly raised his head.
"We Americans not only have advanced technology, but also world-leading ideas. What can the Chinese compete with us?"
At this moment, Xiao Feng, who was behind the sofa, came closer.
"Dear President, when will the garment factory in Shang County be able to start production?"
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