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... led to deliver the goods on time, has violated Article 33 of Chapter 8 of the contract.

They were supposed to compensate ten times the penalty for breach of contract, which means Shu Ya Group must pay us a billion in compensation!”

“But what do we have now?

All we see is the ugly face of Shu Ya Group, refusing to compensate, and coming up with all sorts of excuses!”

“As far as we know, the cargo has already been looted by pirates overseas, and all the information ...

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