The weak have no right to speak.

Williams looked at Carter chattering in front of him, his face full of high confidence.

Carlton looked at Williams, who was as proud as a bald eagle, and was also confident in his heart. He was just a child. I said so much, can you keep up with my ideas?

Williams did not keep up with his ideas because he didn't follow him at all.

When Carlton finished speaking and raised his cup to drink tea, he slowly said, "The synthetic dye market in New England will be fully represented by Your Excellency Drake. All the tycoons of the Dye Association can participate in the bidding for synthetic dye agency rights in other parts of North America, Latin America, Europe, Asia, and Africa."

"Ha? All the markets in New England are given to him? Don't go too far!" A member of the dye association slapped the table, and his beard shook and trembled.

"Overall? Sir, we are not overdoing it. On the contrary, it is the Dye Association you control." Williams said, "At present, except for the one in the UK, only our Tom and Doug Chemical Company can produce synthetic dyes.

Our dyes are excellent and are loved by factory owners in New England.

And your Excellency of the Fuel Association uses its monopoly industry position to attempt to prevent synthetic dyes from entering New York.

He even violently attacked His Excellency Captain Drake's team.

Unfortunately, you who cannot produce synthetic dyes will lose the battle.

His Excellency Captain Drake, who has the channels to acquire goods and has the force to provide high-quality synthetic dyes for the New England region.

Do you have any objections?”

Williams did not wait for their answer, but continued,

“My teacher once said, ‘The vast world is going to make a big difference.’

The United States is big, America is big, and the world is bigger.

Sir, there are so many places where dye is needed outside the small New England region.

Why are you angry about a little New England?"

"You..." The young member of the Fuel Association pointed at Williams' nose, his beard being as high as his eyebrows.

"Miller!"

Carlton shut up the young member.

However, when he met Williams, his stern tone became gentle, "Mr. Williams, I heard that you are a top student at Yale College. You are so outstanding and can study at Yale. I must understand one truth to you.

Negotiation emphasizes mutual benefit.

And you are like this, aren’t you afraid of the negotiations breaking down?

I think if the negotiations break down, it will not be good for you. Your teacher who is younger than you, I don’t think he will be happy..."

Williams didn't ask, "Are you threatening me?" Such a childish question.

He nodded slowly and said with a smile, "You said a lot. I am indeed afraid that the teacher will get angry, but... I am not afraid of the negotiation breakdown...

The negotiations broke down, your Dye Association can continue to operate your Dye Association. From the end of the world, transport natural dyes to New England.

But, don't forget.

You are just a dye association.

You can town North American Dye Association.

Can't we establish the North American Synthetic Dye Association?

Even if we call the Pan American Dye Association directly, what are you doing?

I think you will definitely say next, be careful not to sell dyes.

However, I want to remind you.

My teacher, Your Excellency Clayden, also owns a weapon manufacturing company called Winchester Weapons Company.

Now you can stand by the window and look down.

The weapons and equipment carried by Captain Drake's men were provided by Winchester Weapons Company.

A small team of just a few dozen people can defeat the team you formed.

If you block factory owners, they would use cheap and high-quality synthetic dyes.

The security teams of those factory owners may also have these advanced equipment!

What do you think?"

"Are you threatening me?" Carl stared at his eyes, his eyes as big as potatoes.

"Yes, I'm threatening you," Williams replied. "But there is no falsehood in my threat to you. Maybe you don't believe it, but I'm responsible for what I said, and everything I say will become reality."

The atmosphere between the venue became tense.

Drake looked at the young man beside him who had just been seasick and was about to collapse when he got off the boat, as if he didn't recognize him again.

this……

Can negotiations still be like this?

Can you still be so arrogant?

Captain Drake was also arrogant, but that was when he was young.

The longer he lives, the better he understands that making a fortune is the best way to make a fortune in silence.

He focused his eyes and glanced at Williams. Yes... He is still a young man, and young man should be young and energetic.

If you are not angry, are you still called a young man?

Carlton looked at the young and energetic Williams, and there was no trace of appreciation in his eyes.

This damn guy!

Although he is richer than Doug, has more social resources than Doug, and has more life experience than Doug.

But, what's the use?

Facing a guy like Williams, he said no matter how much he had, it would be useless.

Dear people from the North American Dye Association felt chill when Williams just narrated it.

The North American Dye Association is not an official organization, but just a spontaneous industry association established by the public.

In the past, they would sanction whoever they wanted to sanction in this industry.

It seems to have infinite power.

But if Doug Clayden really wants to fight with them, set up a Pan American Dye Association, and provide weapons to factory owners.

Even if there are many people, they will be ambushed, and they will fall into the vast ocean of factory owners.

Businessmen may not like the industry they run, but they all love money.

Synthetic dyes are inherently cheaper than natural dyes.

This cheapness can provide factory owners with more profits.

It is self-evident whether they will stand on the united front with the North American Dye Association or the Pan American Dye Association.

However, the old vested interests will never be willing to withdraw from the stage of history.

They struggle, struggle, like drowning people.

Williams suddenly realized that he would feel happy from the bottom of his heart when he admired the ugly appearance of these people.

He suddenly felt a little scared, afraid that he would be broken.

Although he felt strangely afraid, he did not give in at all.

He looked at the other leader, Carlton, and looked simply, waiting for his answer.

Is it humiliating to agree or stubbornly start a war?
Chapter completed!