The man's two hands were clasped together on the table, fingers lightly tapping the surface, exuding an appearance of assured victory. He said, "Even if ten days later, we release information claiming that no chemical additives were found in the product, will the public still believe us? They'll surely doubt the fairness of our inspection results, suspecting that we were influenced by your public relations efforts—will the product continue to sell well then?"
"A company without a market, a company that cannot generate profit, is a company without any commercial value. How far is such a company from closure? Are you willing to see it perishing in your hands like this? Listen to me, think it over. Cooperation means a win-win, otherwise, you're bound to lose."
Ren Feng looked at the young man sitting in the wicker chair, eloquently analyzing the entire situation and conspiracy reasonably, and asked, "Are you Huaxia?"
"Yes," the young man replied straightforwardly.
"Why do it?"
