Under the night, a colorful light show was staged on the silver-gray hull of the fast silver yacht on the Kingston Pier, which attracted the attention of tourists on the shore and the admiration of some small yacht owners.

The brightly lit superyacht is like a glowing monster lying dormant on the dock, showing everyone its extraordinaryness.

Andy looked at the soft-legged shrimps being held horizontally in her arms, curled up with a red glow, and walked into the marble-paved bathroom with teak inlaid with marble. The water was rolling in the oversized jacuzzi.

Andy stepped into the bathtub and sat down slowly. The two were soaked in the warm current, washing away the remaining joy and fatigue of their bodies.

"You almost killed me..." Ivana's pretty face was laziness and charming after satisfaction, and she lay in her boyfriend's arms, allowing her boyfriend to play with her Lushan claws in the water.

"Blame me? You kept shouting that I wanted you to kill...ah ahem."

Ivana slammed her elbows a little embarrassedly. Andy closed her mouth tactfully, leaning on the edge of the engineering design of the bathtub, feeling her girlfriend's plumpness with great comfort.

"During this period, you have been messed up in New York. I was annoyed by paparazzi all day long and wanted to ask me for some inside information. You guy is hiding in the Caribbean Sea leisurely. You said, should you compensate me..."

Andy looked at the pretty look of Ivana who turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, and laughed softly: "Didn't I compensate you hundreds of millions just now? It's high in density and absolutely high-quality, and you're not satisfied?"

"Pooh!"

Ivana spat with a silky look, and then the two looked at each other, and they were all in a slight way.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

"I want hundreds of millions, wuwu..."...

The next morning, the mist lingering on the pier was dispelled by the clear sunlight, and Andy and Ivana were awakened by the harsh laughter and whispering sounds one after another.

Andy took back his paws that had been grabbed all night and kissed Ivana sleepyly on the cheek of half-awake and half-sleeping, "Then sleep, it's a group of annoying laughing gulls..."

"yawn"

Ivana yawned, turned around and smiled sweetly in Andy's arms, and said softly: "Forget it, I'm awake... Don't mess around, aren't you going to meet important guests today?"

"Important? Maybe, what to look at." Andy put his left arm behind his head, watching Ivana lifting the silk blanket, tying up his messy golden hair while lifting up his arms, picking up a suspender nightgown from the other side and putting it on.

"No matter how you look at it, as long as it is valuable, we need to treat it well and not be rude." Ivana walked to Andy and sat down, reached out to stroke his cheek and smiled sweetly, "Okay, get up."

Andy raised her eyebrows and lifted the blanket. Ivana looked back and giggled, "It's so ugly!"

"When you use it, it's very precious..."

"nausea!"

"Hehe, I'll make you feel so disgusted!"

"Get out of here, don't come over..."

The two of them had spent the morning laughing and joy. On the breakfast table, Andy handed the newspaper in his hand to Ivana opposite and smiled: "You are recognized by them."

Ivana put down the fork, wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, took the newspaper and opened it. The photo of herself getting off the car was posted in the newspaper. "They finally don't have to guess who this superyacht belongs to."

Andy spent the morning in a video conference, while Ivana took four maids to prepare a sumptuous lunch for guests at noon and prepare the dining table arrangement.

Near the next point, a convoy drove into the dock. Some reporters were a little confused when they saw people getting out of the car, but they still raised their cameras to take pictures. The owner of the yacht Andy Smith took his girlfriend down from the stern of the yacht to welcome Jamaica's Minister of Agriculture Christopher Tafton.

The three of them shook hands and greeted each other, and after a while, they walked onto the superyacht together. All the reporters were speculating whether this lunch would be that simple.

"Mr. Minister, please sit." In the luxurious Italian decorative living room, Andy smiled faintly on his face and reached out to signal the other party to take his seat.

"Thank you, Mr. Smith, you can call me Christopher. After all, I made an appointment today in my private capacity." His minister, who was a little black and fat, said kindly with a smile.

"Okay, call me Andy, my friends call me that..."

At this time, Ivana walked over with a smile, followed by a maid holding a coffee. Ivana turned around and picked up a cup and handed it to Minister Tafton.

"Thank you, Miss Ivana, your beauty is amazing."

Ivana showed a sign-ing smile on her face and said gracefully: "Thank you for your praise."

After saying that, Ivana sat next to Andy, and then the three of them started chatting leisurely, as if they were really having a party of friends. Under Ivana's adjustment, the atmosphere was very relaxed and harmonious.

"Sorry, I'm missing accompanies. I'll go see how lunch is being prepared. You guys talk first." After a while, Ivana stood up and said apologetically.

"Andy, your girlfriend, she is such an elegant and charming and excellent girl."

"Thank you, she is indeed very outstanding. Christopher, I believe you have learned the specific situation from my subordinates. I am very interested in your country's Blue Mountain coffee trade. Such a top-notch coffee should give more people the opportunity to taste it, rather than being monopolized by some people. This will also be a kind of harm to your country's coffee trade. What do you think?"

The etiquette that should be done has been done, and Andy doesn't want to go around in circles. Besides, the world-famous Blue Mountain Coffee is facing an embarrassing situation.

"Sorry, Andy, if it is a small share, there will be no problem. However, the share you want is too large. At present, our contract with the foot basin has not expired. Although they have made a lot of trouble with the order this time, they have also compensated according to the contract. If you want a 40% export share, you can only wait until the contract expires this year before you can re-tender it. The foot basin has a contractual constraint. At present, I can only say that three percent of the share of No. 1 Blue Mountain Coffee can be guaranteed."

Andy chuckled and shook her head slightly, not satisfied with it, and continued: "The Foot Basin people support Jamaica's coffee. After all, they extended a helping hand to the Jamaica's coffee estate in the most difficult time. However, Christopher, for 30 years, the Foot Basin people purchased large quantities of the best blue coffee beans at cheap prices, transported them back to China for roasting, and then founded a brand and sold them at high prices. The trade between Jamaica's coffee farmers and your country only made a meager profit from primary raw materials.

The foot basin people are making a big deal to the outside world, and only they get 90% of the quota, claiming that only their company can obtain authentic Blue Mountain coffee quotas, misleading consumers.

For example, they will roast inferior and mixed with other coffee beans, claiming to be 00% of Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee beans to market products in Asia. In order to protect their own interests, these companies suppress other Blue Mountain coffee brand agents.

This itself has had an extremely bad impact. In fact, you also know that some other private coffee companies in Jamaica will also use some channels to export Blue Mountain Coffee Beans to create an independent Blue Mountain Coffee Brand.

These private Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee Trading Company have no manor background or history, and are a type of robbery and deception. They are neither independent export manors nor Jamaican legal Blue Mountain Coffee Authorized Processing and Export Company. The quality of coffee beans is far from guaranteed.

With the bad behavior of these two parties, it is undoubtedly the biggest harm to Jamaica's Blue Mountain Coffee, the world's top coffee brand. I can't imagine how much more Blue Mountain Coffee's brand value will remain if it continues to be monopolized by the foot basin people!"
Chapter completed!