SFS Chapter 1141 Reasonable Demand
Chapter 1141 Reasonable Demand
"Mr. President," Li Yunlong suddenly said, with a hint of joking in his voice, "If the negotiations fail, why don't I change the way and communicate with the distinguished guests?"
This sentence made the representatives of various countries present shudder. They all remembered the negotiation that shocked the world half a year ago - when a representative made a rude remark, Li Yunlong broke the man's hands with a hammer without saying a word. The sound of the bones breaking is still a topic of conversation in the diplomatic circle.
Chesterfield felt his back soaked with cold sweat. He subconsciously retracted his hand, as if he had already felt the force of the hammer hitting him.
Wilson and Dubois' faces also turned extremely ugly. They all knew that this guy was not joking, he really dared to do it.
The atmosphere in the conference room dropped to freezing point.
Chesterfield clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, but he felt no pain at all. His mind was working rapidly, weighing various possibilities.
If the negotiations fail, what awaits them is not only military strikes, but also even more brutal "private exchanges". The "madman" Li Yunlong's methods are notoriously cruel.
After a long silence, Chesterfield finally spoke: "President Su, regarding the issue of Hong Kong City...we can negotiate."
His voice was a little hoarse: "But we also have some conditions..."
"Yes, yes," Silva immediately agreed, "Regarding Macau City, we are also willing to negotiate, but we hope to take into account some reasonable demands of Portugal..."
Su Zhengyang sneered: "Reasonable demands? You all seem to have not figured out the situation yet."
His voice suddenly became icy cold: "This is not a negotiation, but a notice to you - either return it unconditionally, or..."
He turned to look at Li Yunlong, who immediately understood and slowly took out a shiny iron hammer from his arms and placed it on the conference table.
The dull sound of collision echoed in the conference room, and Chesterfield and Silva's faces turned pale instantly. They finally realized that tonight's negotiation was not a negotiation at all, but a naked ultimatum.
"I'll say this one last time," Su Zhengyang said without any emotion, "These are our territories. We have no obligation to bargain with you. Now, I just want an answer - yes or no?"
Fang Dihu pushed the two documents in front of Chesterfield and Silva at the right time: "This is the return agreement. If you are ready, you can sign it at any time."
The meeting room fell into silence again. Everyone was waiting for the final decision of England and the Portuguese representative.
And in this dead silence, the sound of Li Yunlong gently knocking the hammer was like a death knell, striking the heartstrings of the two representatives again and again.
"President Su," Chesterfield suppressed the fear in his heart, "our demands are not excessive. I hope you can give us a chance to make our case."
Su Zhengyang took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it slowly: "Go ahead, I'm all ears."
Chesterfield swallowed hard. He could feel that everyone's eyes were focused on him, especially Li Yunlong's eyes that seemed to want to eat someone.
"It's like this," he took a deep breath, "The British Empire is willing to return the port city, but we have three conditions."
Su Zhengyang exhaled a puff of smoke and said nothing.
"First," Chesterfield's voice trembled, "Port City is our most important port city in the Far East. Over the past hundred years, we have invested a lot of effort here. Infrastructure, port facilities, commercial areas, financial centers... these were all built by us brick by brick."
He paused and carefully observed Su Zhengyang's expression: "So, we hope that China can pay 3 billion New China currency as the redemption price. This number is already very low compared to the actual value of the port city."
Su Zhengyang's expression did not change at all, he just smoked quietly.
“Secondly,” Chesterfield continued, “we hope that China can join the Anti-Will Alliance. Now that the Bird Empire is aggressive in Europe, it will be a win-win choice if China can stand on our side and fight against the Will Alliance.”
At this point, his tone became a little more confident: "China's current military strength is obvious to all. If it can join the anti-Will Alliance, it will surely become a key force in turning the tide of the war in Europe."
Su Zhengyang remained silent, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.
"Third," Chesterfield's voice began to tremble again, "there are now a large number of British expatriates and British-owned enterprises in Hong Kong, and these need to be properly resettled. We hope to set aside an area in Hong Kong as a British concession..."
Before he finished speaking, Li Yunlong sneered and knocked the hammer on the table. The sudden sound almost made Chesterfield jump up.
"Concession?" Li Yunlong gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that the lesson from last time was not profound enough."
Chesterfield's face turned pale in an instant: "This... This is just to protect our expatriates..."
"Very good," Su Zhengyang suddenly said, extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray. "Are you done?"
Chesterfield nodded, his forehead covered with cold sweat. He could feel a suffocating sense of oppression in the air.
Wilson and DuBois both shrank back involuntarily, sensing that a storm was coming.
"Mr. Silva," Su Zhengyang turned to look at the Portuguese representative, "please state your demands as well."
Silva wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Seeing what happened to Chesterfield, he had already swallowed back the conditions he had prepared.
“Our demands are simple,” Silva said carefully. “There is only one.”
He secretly glanced at the hammer on the table, his voice trembling a little: "Considering our nearly 400 years of operation in Australia City, I hope that China can pay 500 million New China Dollars as the redemption price. This number is not high for China."
"Redemption?" Su Zhengyang put out the cigarette in his hand and sneered.
This sneer made Silva's heart sink to the bottom in an instant.
"Interesting," Su Zhengyang said slowly, "It's really interesting."
Although his tone was calm, everyone present felt a piercing chill.
"Mr. Chesterfield wants 3 billion, and Mr. Silva wants 500 million," Su Zhengyang looked around at everyone present, "Have you forgotten one thing?"
He suddenly raised his voice: "These are our territories! You took them away with your powerful ships and guns! Now you want us to pay to redeem them?"
Chesterfield and Silva shuddered at the same time. They finally realized that they seemed to have said something extremely stupid.
"It's ridiculous," Su Zhengyang said coldly, "The robbers robbed my house and lived in it for decades, and now they want me to spend money to redeem my house?"