strictlysupreme Chapter 650 Others are afraid, but I am greedy
Chapter 650 Others are afraid, but I am greedy
“You are the most cowardly businessmen I have ever met!”
Kajender roared, his facial muscles twisted with anger.
"The Dragon Country's tricks haven't ended yet, and you're ready to admit defeat?"
Bentley raised his head, a hint of resentment and dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.
"Give up? Alexander, look at the reality!"
"7000 million tons! They've already sold 7000 million tons of grain! This is far beyond any of our expectations!"
“And the price is still going up,” Connors added, his voice thick with frustration. “We should have been making money, but Dragon Nation’s actions completely subverted the laws of the market!”
Harber slowly took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with a handkerchief, his voice filled with the weariness and resignation typical of an elderly person.
“Alexander, sometimes it’s wise to admit defeat. Bunge has been around for over a hundred years. I cannot watch it fail during my tenure.”
Kajender's face turned livid and his teeth chattered.
He strode to the window and then turned around suddenly, waving his hands in the air as if trying to grasp something invisible.
"You idiots!" he practically screamed, his voice distorted with anger.
"Can't you see? The Dragon people are just waiting for us to lose our composure! They're betting that we'll collapse! And you, you're falling for their trick!"
He slammed his fist on the table, causing the crystal glass to vibrate and make a crisp clash sound.
Do you know what will happen if the market learns that our four major grain traders start selling off their grain? It will be a catastrophic chain reaction!
Veins popped out on Kajender's forehead, and his face flushed with anger. "The price will plummet, not by 10 or 20 percent, but possibly back to its original level or even lower!"
“By then, we will all be wiped out! No one will be able to escape unscathed!”
His gaze roamed over the faces of his three companions, his tone almost pleading with anger. "If we hold out a little longer, a few more days, the Dragons will surely reveal their true colors. No country can have unlimited food reserves! They must be bluffing, for sure!"
Connors shook his head, his eyes filled with fatigue and retreat. "Alexander, I originally believed in your judgment. But now the facts are before us. Dragon Country's food reserves far exceed our imagination. Continuing to insist will only lead to greater losses."
Bentley moved his fat body and barely stood up, with a strange sense of compromise and relief in his voice.
“I have decided that Louis Dreyfus will begin to gradually sell off its grain holdings when the market opens tomorrow. I… I’m sorry, Alexander, but I have to be responsible for the company.”
Harber also stood up slowly, his old face full of signs of surrender.
“Bunge will take similar actions. The market has changed and we have to adapt.”
Kajinde's body shook slightly, as if he had been hit by a heavy punch.
He clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain.
A deep feeling of betrayal surged in my heart, mixed with endless anger and a hint of imperceptible fear.
"You cowards!" His voice was low and threatening. "You surrender immediately in the face of difficulties? Is this what you call business courage? You are not worthy of being leaders of the grain industry!"
Connors sighed, a flicker of sympathy and apology in his eyes.
“Alexander, this isn’t a question of courage. This is a question of survival. Cargill has already lost a lot of money in this game. We can’t continue to gamble.”
Bentley wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly adjusted his collar.
"Maybe... maybe you're right, Alexander. Maybe the Dragon Nation will finally reveal its true colors. But I... we can't wait any longer."
Harber raised his head and looked at Kakinde with complicated eyes: "Everyone has their own choice, Alexander. We chose to preserve our strength, and you... you can choose to continue fighting."
Kajinde's eyes were red and his chest was heaving violently, like a volcano about to erupt.
He looked around at the three people he once called allies, his eyes filled with contempt and anger: "To put it bluntly, you are scared! Scared like rats, you want to run away!"
His voice was slightly hoarse from excessive excitement: "Well, run away! Run away!"
"But remember this day, remember that you betrayed this alliance, remember that your cowardice destroyed our plan to control the global food market!"
Connors shook his head, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "You are too extreme, Alexander."
“Maybe… maybe you can still win. If the Dragon Nation really can’t hold on, if their food reserves are really at their limit, then you will be the biggest winner.”
Bentley forced a smile, but it was uglier than crying.
“Yeah, if you win, it’s winner-take-all. We…we’ll be happy for you too.”
Harber slowly stood up and patted Kajender on the shoulder, but was immediately pushed away angrily by the latter.
“Don’t lose your mind, Alexander. There are always opportunities in the market. Losing this round does not mean losing the whole game.”
The anger in Kajinde's eyes almost burst out.
He looked at these three business partners who were once high-spirited and ready to flee the battlefield like stray dogs.
Unspeakable anger and humiliation surged in his chest.
"Get out!" he finally roared, his voice filled with determination and hatred. "Get out of here! Archie Danny doesn't need allies like you! I will continue to fight on my own and prove who the true winner is!"
Bentley, Connors, and Harber exchanged glances and then silently gathered their belongings.
Their movements were slow and heavy, as if they were attending a funeral.
No one spoke anymore, and the only sounds in the office were the rustling of papers and heavy breathing.
When the three finally walked towards the door, Kajender was standing at the window with his back to them, his body tense like a fully drawn bow.
His shadow was cast long on the ground under the setting sun, looking lonely and stubborn.
"You will regret this," he said in a low, threatening voice. "When I prove the Dragons are bluffing, when I become the sole king of the global grain market, you will pay the price for your cowardice today!"
The sound of the door closing echoed in the empty office.
Alone at last, facing the lights of New York and the challenges beyond, Kakinde clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles white with exertion.
In this game involving billions of dollars, he chose to go all out and bet everything...