The Grandmother in the Siheyuan

Chapter 375 Is America Still Far Away?
Liu Hua could only nod politely: "Since you're so shameless, then I don't care anymore. It doesn't matter who I sell to."

The American looked at Liu Hua with great admiration, and Liu Hua could roughly decipher the meaning behind his gaze.

Little brother, you're very sensible. I'll definitely take care of you when there are good things for you in the future.

But as everyone knows, following the Americans means going hungry nine times out of three.

The saddest thing about teaming up with the world is probably teaming up with Italy, and the saddest thing about forming an alliance is probably forming an alliance with the US. One is a team that specializes in sabotaging its teammates, and the other is a team that specializes in harming its own people.

Liu Hua guessed that the guy was about to start talking about the price, so he spoke first, silencing him.

"One hundred and thirty US dollars per kilogram."

"what?"

The American could hardly believe his ears. He knew that Liu Hua was selling to the Han Chinese for only $110 per kilogram, but he dared to raise the price by $20 to sell to him. He really wanted to say: How dare you!

“Mr. Liu, as far as I know, you didn’t sell it to Hans for this price.” The American shook his head: “You gave me a full twenty dollars per kilogram.”

“That’s right, it doesn’t matter who I sell to, this is the price I’m offering to you.” Liu Hua said bluntly, “Strictly speaking, I’m a capitalist now, so naturally I want to maximize my profits.”

"Did you raise prices for Hans also?"

"Of course not," Liu Hua said matter-of-factly. "The Quandt family was my first overseas client. We have a seamless and pleasant working relationship. If I can make more money from you, I'm thinking of lowering the price per unit for them."

This American guy is furious. So you're making money off me to subsidize him? Does that mean I'm just raising prices for nothing?
"Why? They're just customers. As long as you can make money, why care about whether it's pleasant or not?"

Liu Hua shook his head: "That won't do. If I can't make money happily, I won't be happy spending it either. That way, even if I make money, it will lower my quality of life."

The Americans were almost brought to tears by Liu Hua's words. This is absolutely not the kind of emotion a capitalist should have. Capitalists will be happy as long as it's money.

"Mr. Liu, if you continue to be so impolite, I guarantee you won't be able to sell a single kilogram of carbon fiber on the international market."

Liu Hua shrugged: "How can I not believe it? Your production capacity can't even supply the whole of Europe. If you ban Europe from buying my carbon fiber, so many large companies will rebel. Can you withstand that?"

Before he could speak, Liu Hua continued, "If you won't let others buy my carbon fiber on the international market, then I'll sell my carbon fiber to the United States."

"That's even more impossible."

Liu Hua laughed and said, "Trying to play these tricks on me? It's time to show you what the culmination of five thousand years of wisdom is. I refuse to believe that you have no rivals in the country."

The American frowned. He vaguely guessed that Liu Hua wanted to bring something back—wasn't it just to sell it to his rival? He still had ways to deal with it.

Liu Hua, however, retorted angrily, "Don't let me find your opponent. If I do, I'll sell him to you for a hundred dollars. I don't believe your opponent will listen to you when faced with such huge profits."

"Why, why?"

This guy asked two "whys" in a row. He really couldn't understand why Liu Hua would sell to him at a high price, but would sell to his competitor at a low price.

"I don't understand. I can explain it to you," Liu Hua said jokingly. "If you want to buy my carbon fiber, it'll only cost you $130. If you're not satisfied and then blacklist me, my carbon fiber will just sit in the warehouse unsold, and I won't get a single penny. But if I sell it for $100, I can still make some money. I'm putting the choice in front of you now. You choose. Whichever you choose, you'll lose, it's just a matter of one loss being greater than the other." "A hundred dollars? Aren't you losing too?"

Liu Hua shook his head: "I didn't lose money, I can still make a little. Most importantly, I feel happy that you're in trouble."

"Bullshit about feeling happy."

It must be said that they lack cultural depth, and even their swear words are scarce, with only phrases like "bitch" and "dog shit" used repeatedly.

Liu Hua watched his impotent rage with amusement. After he had vented his anger to the point of exhaustion, Liu Hua smiled and said, "This is not a garbage dump. We refuse to accept the bullshit you just spouted."

After calming down, the American gritted his teeth and said, "One hundred and twenty-five dollars."

Liu Hua shook his head: "I will not budge on $130."

The American did some mental calculations. Although it was $20 more expensive, it wasn't unacceptable. He could raise the price appropriately and increase the international price of carbon fiber. His country's production was much greater than Liu Hua's. If he sold it at the increased price, he would make a fortune.

As for how to raise prices, these unscrupulous capitalists have plenty of ways. When South Korea's Four Star Group Semiconductor was booming, its factories caught fire every few days, and they could raise prices whenever there was a fire.

Liu Hua had Park Wei prepare the contract. After signing it, the American treated Liu Hua to drinks. The two sat in the Shangri-La Executive Lounge, each holding a glass of bourbon whiskey, and drank it all.

The wine was slightly sweet, with floral and fruity aromas. If it weren't for the alcohol content, Liu Hua would have thought he was drinking milk tea.

"Liu, I'd like to talk to you again about why you're so happy doing business with the Quandt family but not with me. Even when we just signed the contract, you didn't give me a friendly look. For the sake of money, you weren't even willing to put on a smile."

Liu Hua said dismissively, "The Quandt family are friends, but you are not; you are an unwelcome guest."

Why can't we be friends?

Liu Hua smiled and said, "There's an old saying in our country: competitors are enemies. You and I are both carbon fiber manufacturers, how can we become friends?"

"That makes a lot of sense."

"If they're not friends, then they're enemies."

Liu Hua smiled and shook his head: "Your thinking is always so terrible, black and white, zero-sum game. But whatever you think, if you consider someone an enemy, then they are an enemy. You can choose a suitable time to start the war."

Seeing Liu Hua's confident demeanor, the American felt a little uneasy. Within their country, the elite class knew the power of China, while those who thought China was easily defeated were just low-level lackeys.

So in the 1960s, the Americans absolutely refused to cross the 17th parallel.

The man in front of me took a sip of whiskey and said, "Let me give you a piece of advice: the Russian bear is no longer viable. The future world belongs to us, the great Americans."

Liu Hua said dismissively, "Even the Russian bear has fallen, so how far are you from the Americans?"

(End of this chapter)