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"We'll sell a maximum of 5 cents a can of luncheon meat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the representatives from the other countries couldn't help but laugh.

As expected of the Morgan family, their bargaining skills are truly sharp and incisive.

A regular can of luncheon meat retails for 50 cents, but even with the U.S. military's bulk purchase of hundreds of millions of cans, the lowest price is only 15 cents.

Morgan Stanley immediately cut the price to one-tenth of the market price and one-third of the bulk purchase price, practically slashing it to the ankle.

Not to mention that the taste and texture of Shen Wang's luncheon meat are far superior to those on the market. Even the upper-class aristocracy would want another can after eating it.

Shen Wang's face instantly contorted with an expression of deep distress. He waved his hands and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Mr. Morgan, this won't do! It's so unfair! This price doesn't even cover my production costs!"

Morgan smiled confidently: "No, Shen, this is perfectly fair!"

"Our four countries are making joint purchases, and the order volume is beyond your imagination. We operate on the principle of small profits but quick turnover. You must understand that."

Shen Wang turned to look at the representatives of the other countries, his eyes carrying a hint of pleading.

But the group had already conspired together, and they all nodded in agreement.

"5 cents is a reasonable price."

Sir George, maintaining a gentlemanly demeanor, slowly began, "The British Empire's order volume is no less than that of the United States."

"We in Germany also accept this price; we won't consider it for even a penny more." Speer's tone was cold and firm, showing no intention of backing down.

Soviet representative Ivanov was even more blunt: "It's only 5 cents. If it's too expensive, we'd rather produce it ourselves."

The four companies are giving the same story, clearly colluding to drive down the price, knowing that Shen Wang only has a few major buyers.

Shen Wang wore a bitter expression, his brows furrowed into knots, as if he was in extreme pain. He argued with the other party for a long time, getting from 5 cents to 6 cents, and then gritting his teeth to raise the price even higher, arguing until his face turned red.

Finally, as if driven to the brink, he gritted his teeth and relented: "Eight cents! Eight cents at the very least! Any lower and I'll really lose everything!"

The group exchanged glances, each seeing smugness in the other's eyes.

Getting it down to 8 cents is already far beyond expectations.

Morgan hesitated for a few seconds before reluctantly nodding: "Okay, for the sake of our cooperation, 8 cents it is."

On the surface, Shen Wang secured a 3-cent increase, but in reality, everyone felt they had gotten a huge bargain.

It's almost half the price the US military pays, and if you sell it in the European market for ten times the price, people will still be eager to buy it. This deal is incredibly profitable.

No one could see that Shen Wang was pretending to feel sorry for someone while keeping his head down, but he was secretly overjoyed.

"How much will you pay for this disposable lighter?" Shen Wang picked up a plastic lighter, his expression still not very pleasant.

Everyone then looked at Morgan Jr., waiting for him to make his move.

Morgan Jr. smugly raised his chin, his tone laced with a condescending generosity: "Ten cents! That's the most!"

Shen Wang's face instantly darkened, as if he was angry, and he remained silent for a long time.

I almost burst out laughing inside.

Ten cents? That's ten dollars in today's purchasing power!

A lighter that costs 50 cents to make is sold for ten dollars?

With profits hundreds of times higher, these people still think they cut prices too much?

The representatives from various countries felt incredibly pleased to see Shen Wang's gloomy face.

The most basic kerosene lighters on the market cost two or three dollars each, and even bulk purchases cost nearly one dollar.

Morgan Stanley cut the price down to 10 cents, practically rubbing the price into the ground.

If this deal goes through, we can ship them back and sell them for one dollar each, making ten times the profit – it's practically free money.

Shen Wang remained silent for a long time before finally saying in a low voice, as if he were holding his breath, "At this price, I really don't have much profit..."

"It's only 10 cents, if you don't want it, then forget it."

Morgan stood firm, his tone resolute, certain that Shen Wang wouldn't give up such a large order.

Shen Wang hesitated for a long time, but finally nodded "reluctantly".

The subsequent products were almost entirely copied and pasted.

Shen Wang picked up a pair of ultra-thin nylon stockings, and Morgan "mercifully" quoted a price of one dollar.

Shen Wang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He was calculating in his mind that one dollar was equivalent to one hundred dollars in the future. Stockings that cost a few dollars to produce were sold for one hundred dollars.

This isn't selling goods, this is robbery!

Even stockings worn by Liu Yifei wouldn't sell for this price!

"And what about this flashlight?"

"Eighty cents."

"Where's this dry cell battery?"

"Twenty cents a set, not a penny more."

"Where's this chewing gum?"

"Five cents a box."

"Where's the toothpaste?"

"Two dollars a box for God's sake."

"Where's this quartz watch?"

"Two dollars a piece."

As they negotiated each point, Morgan Stanley made fatal moves, driving the price down to a level they themselves never dared to imagine.

They felt they had gotten a great deal on every product, and could easily resell it for several times or even ten times the profit.

Morgan leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, cigar smoke swirling slowly above his head, enveloping him in a thin, pale blue mist.

Her expression was hard to see clearly, but the curve of her lips spoke volumes.

That boils down to one word: awesome!

He had done countless business deals in his life, but he had never felt so good as he did today.

Luncheon meat eight cents, lighter ten cents, stockings one dollar, flashlight eighty cents...

Any one of these items would be a unique and highly sought-after commodity in the market, capable of generating fierce competition among buyers at any auction.

But in less than the time it takes to brew a pot of tea, he managed to reduce the price to one-tenth or even less of the market price.

This isn't negotiation, this is art!

He even felt a little regretful that the old guys on the family board of directors should have been invited to witness this scene.

Let's see what the true strength of the Morgan family is.

See how he uses the profits of an Eastern businessman to pave his own path to advancement at the negotiating table.

He had even drafted a telegram in his mind to send to his father: He had secured low-priced goods for the family in the Far East, with a conservative estimate of a profit margin of 300 percent or more!

"And this military rations."

Morgan picked up a bag of military rations, weighed it in his hand, and spoke with a sense of calm as if he were finishing up.

"The price you quoted before, 1.25 yuan per bag, was too high. We'll give you a maximum of one dollar! One dollar per bag, all flavors at the same price, no individual price negotiations."

Shen Wang closed his eyes.

He stood in front of the booth, his hands gripping the edge of the table, his shoulders trembling slightly, as if he were bearing some kind of unbearable pressure.

"Eight cents for a can of luncheon meat, ten cents for a lighter, one dollar for a pair of stockings, one dollar for a bag of military rations..."

"You bunch of robbers! I can't make any money at this price! Materials, transportation, labor—everything costs money!"

"You're robbing us, not doing business!"