Domestic bismuth production exceeded ten thousand tonnes a year, so the hundred-odd tonnes Gao Jingchuan had secured was hardly a large amount.
Still, Shen Bing's own demand was not particularly high. At least for now, he did not need much.
"All right! I'll have someone contact you later," Shen Bing said.
"No need to contact me," Gao Jingchuan said. "Just go directly to Tianjin Mining Company in Hunan Province. We've already made arrangements with them. If you need to increase your purchases later, let them know in advance. Most of this stuff is exported anyway. If necessary, we can cut off supplies overseas."
"Okay. We'll definitely need more in the future, but this is enough for now," Shen Bing said. "By the way, how did you respond to those foreign countries about the Golden Pangolin we discussed a couple of days ago?"
None of this had appeared in the press. Presumably, the countries involved were communicating privately.
Even with someone as outrageously powerful as Qiuqiu, who could control global communications, there was nothing to be done if they simply summoned an ambassador for a face-to-face meeting.
"We didn't say much," Gao Jingchuan said. "Only that we'd asked your company, and you'd replied that Golden Pangolin production couldn't even meet your own needs, so you weren't considering overseas sales. We told them to negotiate with you themselves. If they could strike a deal, good for them. For now, the government won't impose any export restrictions."
That response had probably followed some exchange of interests, but for Phantom Immortal Technology, it was practically a heaven-sent assist.
Shen Bing began to understand why those Americans had agreed so readily.
If the other party had no intention of selling in the first place, wouldn't haggling just be asking for a rebuff? Of course, the