Chapter 250: Failed Summit (2)

Chapter 250: Failed Summit (2)

"Then if this is the case, for the safety of our fleet, our Trade Federation will refuse to go to all planets that we think are risky without effective protection." The representative of the Trade Federation said with a sneer.

"It's impossible! If this is the case, what will happen to our planet? How will the food we import be transported?" Orn Free Taa, a Senator of the Planet Ryloth, jumped up.

"That's it, then you can ask the Supreme Chancellor." The representative of the Trade Federation glanced at the Senator as if looking at a humble bug.

"I emphasize again, this is not a reason for you to trample on the Russan agreement! The warships built under the existing treaty are completely sufficient for escort!" Finis Valorum said.

"I don't think so. After all, the performance of the mercenaries called by the Republic in Malastare is not good at all. After reading the advertisement of the Fourth Group, our Corporate Alliance has ordered 5 Assault-class Light Destroyers." The Governor of the Corporate Alliance, Passel Argente, said eccentrically.

Finnis Valorum didn't get what the Fourth Group's advertisement was. At this time, his assistant whispered a few words to him, and his face turned livid!

He usually focuses on government affairs, but he doesn't even know that there is a company called the Fourth Group that advertises a video of the actual battle of the Malastare! The advertisements are full of pictures of the Fourth Group's superior warships beating the Republic's spaceships!

The blood and sacrifices of the soldiers of the Republic were used by these businessmen to advertise!!

With a bang, Valorum slammed his fist on the podium, but couldn't say a word. The dispute over Malastare was indeed fought by the Republic's local defense fleet under the guise of mercenaries, which he absolutely could not admit. And you said it's fine if you win, but the Republic's fleet in the Battle of the Malastare was extremely ugly. If it wasn't for the Jedi Knights, even their flagshipthe Dreadnought-class Heavy Cruiser would have been destroyed!

If this is the case, it is a joke.

Over there, Passel Argente was still unreasonable and continued to taunt: "So, now even mercenaries can own Dreadnought-class Heavy Cruisers. This is a large Battleship of 600 meters! Your Excellency, what are you doing?" Can you say that the 200-meter-scale warships stipulated in the Russan Agreement can protect our shipping lanes?"

Then he looked at the representative of the Trade Federation, and asked indifferently: "And your Trade Federation, you would rather let your billions of employees lie down and get paid for nothing every day, and stop those commercial routes, just to get angry with the Republic?"

The Trade Federation representative muttered something in Neimoidian dialect and sat down too.

"The Fourth Group, all advertisements should be withdrawn immediately. You should know what I'm talking about." Palpatine continued looking in the direction of Gross Shelby.

Gross Shelby kept Tang Xiao's entrustment in mind and saw that the representatives of the Trade Federation did not continue to make trouble, so she did not speak any more. She just stood up and bowed deeply to Palpatine, expressing her attitude.

Although she was accused face to face, Gross was not depressed at all, on the contrary, she was a little excited.

You must know that this is a Business Summit, the highest-level event in the Galaxy! Even if you are scolded in such a venue, it is a good thing!

At least you showed your face.

You see, now the entire Galaxy knows that there is such a company that dares to directly advertise the video of beating the Galactic Republic fleet. This is better than advertising costs of 1 billion yuan.

The meeting on the first day finally broke up, and many representatives returned to their respective mansions to rest. Naturally, countless undercurrents are surging underground, those who secretly communicated with the music, those who inquired about the news, those who formed gangs, everything.

Everyone felt that the next day's meeting was the time when the conflicts in all aspects would be completely detonated. Some participants even began to massage their tongues overnight, preparing to give full play to their three-inch tongue at tomorrow's meeting, regardless of whether they are qualified to speak.

However, on the second day, when all the representatives gathered at the venue again to prepare for the meeting, it exploded!!

boom!!! An explosion lifted the last fig leaf of the Galactic Republic!