"Everyone has made good points, so let me tell you my decision."
The figure at the end of the long table spoke. His tone was calm, but his presence was clearly different from everyone else's.
"This sanctions list is fucking disgusting. They just point at someone and call them a terrorist organization, and that's that?"
"Take the Eriya Front, which was labeled a terrorist organization this time. What are their military objectives? Reclaiming their country's right to mint currency and its financial sovereignty. For more than a century, their financial system has been controlled by the Gauls. Every year, the Gauls use despicable financial tactics to siphon away thirty percent of their country's wealth."
"NATO missiles pound the slums, then they say they're sorry, and keep pounding them. Who treats the wounded locals? The Eriya Front bought our Artificial Blood and spent a fortune air-dropping it into hospitals in the war zone."
"Who the real terrorist organization is should be obvious. Disgusting. Truly disgusting!"
The figure at the end of the long table paused. The people in the conference room looked at one another, and no one spoke.
"Everyone understands these principles, but we still have to make money, right? We have to make decisions from the perspective of maximizing our interests." The figure at the end of the long table continued.
Heads nodded throughout the conference room.
"First, we need to clarify one thing: are we in a buyer's market or a seller's market?"
"Are we begging NATO countries to buy our products?"
"No. They're begging us to sell to them!"
"Our products are one of a kind in the world. There are no substitutes. As for that garbage made by Wei Rui Pharmaceutical, we'll leave that aside."
"NATO thinks it can control us by sending over a few