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对外经济贸易大学法學院刘彤教授应邀参加CBLJ高峰论坛并发言

发布日期：2025-08-18 　来源：对外经济贸易大学法學院

对外经济贸易大学法學院刘彤教授应邀参加CBLJ高峰论坛，本次会议汇集了500余名企业家、中外企业资深法务与学者。演讲嘉宾就当前国际经济形势下的法律困境、重点领域和发展趋势等进行了精彩论述，提出了富有意义的策略建议，并分享了前沿案例。

对外经济贸易大学法學院刘彤教授应邀在主论坛第一环节“地缘政治变局下：中国企业出海风险防范”环节做主题发言。在该环节中，刘彤教授与联想集团副总裁中国区总法律顾问高唤栋、阿里巴巴控股集团争议解决负责人李洁赟、浪潮数字企业总法律顾问路彬等专家就国际经济新形势下中国企业出海风险及防范问题进行了深入分析与探讨。

在發言中，劉彤教授就各國經濟政策和關稅政策頻繁變化所帶來的市場不確定性中的法律問題進行了深入的分析，結合最新法院判例及仲裁機構裁決探討了現有法律規則體系中的法律原則的適用，並對企業未來經營中的合規與爭議解決中的策略進行了建議。

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