"Impossible! How could the foot bass people make use of inferior and fakes mixed with other coffee beans to sell as Blue Mountain coffee? You should know that they have controlled 90% of the share, which will hurt their own."

When Andy heard the minister's uncertainty of doubt, he shook his head and laughed: "It is because they monopolize that they dare to do this, use the low price of fake goods to attack other sellers, and then sell them with real goods at high prices.

Over the past 30 years, the market for Blue Mountain Coffee has been completely occupied by the foot basin people. Even if you sell it yourself, they can also use fakes to attack your real market.

Just like this time, no one can guarantee that this unsalable crisis is a malicious crackdown by the foot basin company to intimidate coffee farmers who hope to increase prices by using unsalable sales..."

Andy's assumption was like a sharp knife that penetrated into the other party's already resentful heart, and the seeds of doubt grew wildly like they were nourished by blood.

Christopher Tafton's original black face was so gloomy that it was a little red. To be honest, recently, the Jamaican media have been rumoring that the insidious intention of the people in the footbath to withdraw the order. Some reports also show that in the emerging market in Asia, there are a lot of fakes of Blue Mountain coffee, and some don't even have a Blue Mountain coffee bean, so they dare to publicize that it is the top Blue Mountain coffee. Now it seems that it is not just a rumor.

"In this world, monopoly business is the best and easiest to do. What is hurt is the origin of raw materials and consumers. The ones who make money are always monopolistic. In order to maintain a monopoly, they can do anything. I am very happy to see the coffee farmers in Jamaica starting to awaken. In my opinion, there is endless money in this world, mutual benefit and win-win cooperation are the basis of trade. Relying on exploitation and exploitation, haha, now it is a civilized world..."

Andy's words undoubtedly hit all the black buddies' pain points. The history of Jamaica's colonization has run through the entire national history. Black slaves and other things are the heart problems of these black buddies who have turned over. It's just a little bit.

"Indeed!" Christopher glanced at Andy with a deep sense, but Andy's words still played a huge role, and said coldly: "The cabinet has also discussed the signing of this new contract. The overall opinion is that we will roast ourselves and then export them in the grade. Perhaps the foot basin people have known this proposal for a long time, so it is not ruled out that their intentional breach of contract has caused the coffee to be unsalable this year.

However, Andy, it may be very difficult for you to take away 40% of the share, and some things..."

Andy looked at the other party's look of silence, chuckled twice, and then said, "The time is almost over, and my other guest is almost over. Let's go and greet it together."

Andy's words surprised the Minister. He stood up with Andy in a daze, but he quickly realized that he didn't think Andy would forget his identity as minister, so there was only one possibility, the identity of the other guest was no worse than that of him.

On the deck, the strong wind blew from the carrier-based helicopter blew the sea. Andy and the minister stood from a distance and watched the cabin door open. A curly-haired man dressed in an elite thirties walked over quickly, followed by two bodyguards in suits and sunglasses.

"Hello, Mr. Smith."

"Hello, Hamilton, just call me Andy, come on, let me introduce you to a friend, Mr. Tufton, Secretary of Agriculture of Jamaica, Christopher, and Hamilton, Chief of Staff of our U.S. Treasury Secretary Paulson..."

After Andy introduced the two, he looked at the slightly stunned expression with a faint smile on his face, and then looked at each other, as if he saw some surprise in each other's eyes, but he still shook hands very politely and formally introduced himself to each other.

"Okay, today is a private party. Everyone relax. Let's go. Ivana has prepared all morning for the arrival of both of you. I hope lunch can satisfy you..."

Andy smiled and reached out to the two of them to invite them, then the three of them walked through the bow deck and walked to the second floor cabin. The restaurant with 300 sea views closed with glass windows was ready.

Under Andy's introduction, Hamilton and Ivana, who was wearing a white gauze dress, exchanged greetings. Ivana's hot and amazing figure made the two guests amazed.

Before lunch started, Andy smiled and raised his glass to welcome the two guests with different thoughts: "This is the first voyage of my fast silver yacht. The two are also the first time they have welcomed since it was built. I am very honored to have lunch with you. I hope you can have a happy noon..."

"I am honored!"

“It’s a great honor.”

After the four of them raised their glasses together, they took a sip of champagne. The next time was Ivana's time. As the hostess, she was the protagonist of the dinner. Her elegant conversation, elegant and calmly regulated the atmosphere and topics. Every topic could be talked about, filling the whole lunch with pleasant laughter.

Andy looked at Ivana happily controlling the rhythm of the lunch. From time to time, he chatted with Hamilton and the Minister of Minister, and Ivana would chat with another person, completely making the guests feel embarrassed.

For an excellent female genius like Ivana, she is a high-level social status figure, and her beauty is just an add-on. Her vision, ability, vision and thinking direction are not something that an ordinary person can understand.

Of course, beauty will amplify her advantages, and Andy knows more than anyone else that Ivana's elegance is a sharp and deadly weapon.

Hamilton looked at the minister's back as he got up on the toilet, looked at Andy, who did not give him a slight sense of disgust, and smiled: "Mr. Smith, are you interested in the quota of Blue Mountain Coffee?"

Andy picked up the champagne glass, touched the other party, took a sip, and put down the wine glass and smiled: "I am interested in business that can make money. I am more interested in Blue Mountain Coffee. The quota for foot basin people is only 0% of the share of the UK and the United States, while foot basin has exclusively 90% of the share of the 30-year period. This market has been monopolized by them for too long. What do you think?"

"I'm afraid it's difficult. You should know that all the estates that produce real Blue Mountain coffee beans have shares in the foot basin people, and they have priority..."

"Isn't this a 30-year contract going to expire soon? I think the Jamaican government may not want to see the foot basin people continue to monopolize. They are just worried about long-term sales issues, so I came and brought them US dollars and sales guarantees, as well as courage!" Andy and Hamilton said, looking at each other.

"However, before you arrived, I talked to Mr. Tufton. It was a bit difficult to break the monopoly of the foot basin people in Blue Mountain coffee. The main reason was their influence within the Jamaican government..."

Hamilton narrowed his eyes when he heard Andy's words, and then said lightly: "Jamaican Prime Minister Simpson Miller has been calling for the United States to increase its aid to Jamaica. He hopes to increase cooperation in combating du product crimes.

Jamaica's policy to the United States focuses on promoting official exchanges and exchanges, increasing exports of goods and services to the United States, hoping to attract more American tourists and investment, and strive for more development assistance..."

Speaking of this, Hamilton looked helplessly at Andy and Ivana, who were smiling at him.

"I know that our two countries have signed agreements such as investment protection and intellectual property protection. Now facing monopoly and unfair competition, I hope the US government can help and protect the legitimate rights and interests of me, a guru. I believe this should be fine, right?" Andy picked up the champagne with a sunny smile and touched Hamilton who was amused and crying.

"The foot basin has supported Jamaica's coffee industry and has been invested for decades. The right to buy and complex relationships are not that simple..."

"I am determined to win the export quota of Blue Mountain coffee. I am very unhappy with the monopoly of foot basin people. It's ridiculous that the United States has only 5% of the quota. Do you know what we Americans drink? The flavor of Blue Mountain, and there is not even 30% of the Blue Mountain coffee beans in it...

By the way, I heard that Business Bu is about to conduct an anti-dumping investigation on the steel and aluminum in the foot basin?”

Hearing Andy's indifferent question, a black line suddenly appeared on Hamilton's forehead, investigating a big-headed ghost. Faced with this bug-level second-dea, I believe that anyone will encounter one big one. Young Master, the world is now in a financial crisis. OK, don't make trouble anymore...
Chapter completed!