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Chapter 1183: Chapter 1180: The Little Princess’s Backstab

"Recently, we’ve had some unpleasant dealings with Australia, which have impacted our trade relations. Particularly, their increase in our iron ore pricing is unacceptable to us!" Luofeng said.

"This matter is indeed quite troublesome!" the King cautiously remarked.

Without commenting on right or wrong, he only remarked that the situation was troublesome.

The King continued, "In fact, our Spain’s iron ore resources are also abundant. Though not comparable to Australia, we are also one of Daxia’s iron ore suppliers. We can increase our supply share to Daxia, along with copper and zinc mines!"

Luofeng secretly sighed; this King really was on point.

Mention iron ore and the other side immediately offers a response?

So considerate?

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Luofeng said, "In light of their price increase, we, Daxia, will cease importing their wine, and the market share they leave behind is the purpose of my visit!"

As Luofeng’s words fell.

Both the King and the Queen’s breaths became heavy.

Australia’s market share?

Last year, Daxia imported 62 million liters of wine from Australia.

The total imports reached 2.5 billion.

If this market is handed to Spain?

The Spanish Royal Family facilitating this cooperation would gain significant prestige.

The Queen first glanced at Leonore, secretly feeling grateful that she hadn’t cut off their email correspondence, leading to such a rewarding outcome now.

"Such a pity!" the Queen began to regret; Luofeng had all good qualities fitting any prince’s criteria, but he was a Daxia person.

If Luofeng were Spanish, she thought it best they get engaged on the spot.

Waiting for Leonore to come of age, they could then marry.

"By the way, Your Majesty, does Spain export high-quality appellation wines?" Luofeng asked, "Australia provides Daxia with wines covering all grades. If we transfer the Australian wine trade to you, we will certainly procure wines of various grades to meet our domestic demand!"

"Of course we can!" the King said.

In fact, high-end wines have higher profit margins, though the sales volume isn’t as high.

"That’s great! I have a proposal. Given our unfamiliarity in wine collaboration, I suggest both parties host a wine exchange tasting event!" Luofeng said, "Your Royal Family in Spain can organize it, and I’ll arrange importers from Daxia to attend. After tasting, we can finalize orders on the spot!"

This proposal.

One could say it was tailor-made for the Royal Family.

In such circumstances, the Royal Family can make an appearance.

Greatly enhancing the Royal Family’s prestige.

In this way, enhancing the Royal Family’s prestige is the perfect outcome.

The Queen thought highly of Luofeng, surely this wasn’t a casual suggestion but carefully planned?

Otherwise, how could he hit the nail on the head?

The King understood Luofeng’s proposal; if the Spanish Royal Family could appear and make the cooperation successful, it would mean the Royal Family helped Spain seize Australia’s market share.

This is extremely important for Spain’s wine competition abroad, and its future wine market prospects in Daxia.

"Mr. Luo, your proposal is excellent. When should we organize this tasting?" the King asked.

The King would like it to be as soon as possible.

Securing the market share quickly would be great.

Luofeng understood their eagerness and said, "If possible, the sooner the better. I’m already prepared and can arrange it anytime!"

Luofeng continued, "Your Majesty, our import and export trading company has already monopolized the import license for Australian wine!"

The King was taken aback.

Luofeng’s maneuvers were indeed swift.

Perhaps he was fully prepared before coming to discuss?

"Once we cooperate, we can completely sever the wine trade with Australia!" Luofeng said.

Completely cut ties with Australia’s wine trade.

For Spain, this is practically winning by default.

"I also think the tasting should be as soon as possible!" the King said, "How about in two days?"

Luofeng thought, that was the day Duanmu Yunji was competing, and he needed to be in Vienna.

Naturally, he couldn’t stay in Spain.

"That day isn’t good!"

"Ah?"

"In Daxia, July 4th sounds like ’go die!’ indicating bad connotations, so I’d like to avoid that day, I think Sunday works!" Luofeng said.

Both the King and Queen sighed in relief.

Just one day later, thankfully.

"Alright, as Mr. Luo suggested, let’s set it for July 5th!" the King said.

Luofeng was also on point, "I’ve already sent messages to Daxia, given our time difference. They should respond during Daxia’s daytime, and when they do, I’ll relay their message to you!"

"Alright, thank you, Mr. Luo!" the King said.

"No need for thanks, Your Majesty!"

Leonore raised her glass, drinking orange juice, and said, "Cheers!"

"Dad, in Daxia, cheers means to drink it all in one go, showing respect to the guest!" Leonore added.

Yet the King’s face darkened.

The wine in his glass was quite a lot.

Drinking it all at once was a bit challenging.

Luofeng looked at Leonore; she had gulped down her orange juice in one go, yet she watched her father.

The King looked at his daughter with complete resignation, saying that in Daxia there’s a phrase where a daughter is a father’s little padded jacket?

This doesn’t seem like a little padded jacket, more like a drafty little cloak?

For his daughter’s backstab, the King could only accept.

Drink it all means drink it all.

Though the King didn’t have a great tolerance, wine’s delayed effect meant it wouldn’t hit immediately.

A few minutes later, Luofeng’s phone buzzed; he apologized and took the call.

As Luofeng left, the King said, "Leonore, you know your father’s tolerance for alcohol!"

The little princess said, "I know, but I also know that Mr. Luo enjoys drinking. Before finalizing the import and export quotas, I think, Dad should drink more. After all, here, drinking one more sip can mean several million liters more in import quotas!"

"Where did you learn all this?" the Queen incredulously asked her daughter.

"Daxia’s drink culture!" the little princess replied.

The King laughed, "If what you say is true, if drinking one more sip means several million liters of orders, then it wouldn’t matter if I get drunk!"

"Go, Dad!" Leonore encouraged, raising her fist.