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"Ah," said Raymond, and her voice sounded like an avalanche, "nonsense." “Cutting part of the territory is like cutting the meat on our body. If you cut me a piece of meat, we can talk about the conditions," Vichy pointed at her wrist. "As for the rending part of the land, it's like cutting wrists. Ms. Raymond, if you stand on the podium without wrists, what can you use to signal the economic growth you have structured over the years?" Every word of her was so sharp, and when the other party felt dangerous, it was too late. "We are a country, not a lamb that can be plundered wantonly. If someone probes into your territory, will you stand by?" After a pause, her tone became firmer and she became more confident and kind. "Negotiation requires respect for each other. If our interests are h