When Jiang Siming announced how much Vibranium he wanted to buy, Black Panther and his men nearly popped their eyes out.
"Five thousand tons? Mr. Dragon God, you're not joking, are you?" Black Panther asked with a frown.
"Of course I'm not joking. I'm serious. Of course, if you think I'm buying too little, I can add a bit more." Jiang Siming replied.
Black Panther chuckled, his tone growing heavier. "Many years ago, Wakanda was still a very backward agricultural nation. It was only after a Vibranium meteorite fell from outer space that Wakanda became as developed as it is today. But Mr. Dragon God, did you know that the total weight of that Vibranium meteorite was only ten thousand tons?"
Jiang Siming shrugged. "I know. I did my homework before coming, which is why I'm only asking for five thousand tons."
"Although Wakanda does sell Vibranium to the outside world, we have never sold more than one ton at a time, let alone five thousand tons. That's absolutely impossible." Black Panther refused unhappily.
"We've never sold that much before because they couldn't afford it. I can afford it, so why not sell it to me?" Jiang Siming said nonchalantly.
Black Panther was speechless. He replied grimly, "Mr. Dragon God, do you know how much Vibranium is worth? One gram of Vibranium is worth two hundred times as much as gold, with a market price of ten thousand US dollars. One ton of Vibranium means ten billion US dollars. Five thousand tons would be fifty trillion US dollars. Who do you think can afford that price?"
"Are you looking down on me? Mr. Obama said he'd cover all my expenses. The White House is loaded." Jiang Siming patted his chest.
Black Panther's eyes went blank, and he found it hard