American dominance.
Everyone knew it.
Ling's words.
Annesley thought it was excessive.
Poison?
Describing their loans as poison?
Even if it were true, there was no need to say it to their face, and U.S. loans were only slightly toxic compared to those from the IMF and the World Bank—still less poisonous.
Of course.
That was after the negotiation.
The current treaty.
Seemed even more toxic.
Aisley explained.
"Cough cough, um, is there some misunderstanding? Our loans are primarily aimed at helping your country develop, with the funds mostly intended to be used for purchasing our country's goods and services, not to sever your trade relations with Huaxia."
Alright.
Ling's resentment.
It was actually from Tang Qing. After the confrontation, it was time to discuss business.
"Is that so?" Ling responded.
"Yes, we are very sincere," Aisley nodded vigorously.
But Ling shook his head, "However, we can't accept any of the conditions inside it."
Annesley: "..."