3647: C3647 Start Counterattack

C3647 Start Counterattack

"Mine, what qualifications do you have to talk about posturing in front of me?"

"The scenery that I usually see is something that you will never be able to see in your entire life."

"Have you ever been in charge of a trillion dollars?"

"Do you even have the qualifications to control a trillion dollars?"

"You didn't!"

"You don't have anything. You are just a small ant in front of me. I can crush you at any time."

"Don't you think it's ridiculous for you to talk about the situation in front of me? Do you know what a pattern is? Do you know what a top-level game is? "

"You don't know anything!" Booth Durut howled like a madman.

Ward was just the president of a small financial company. He was an ant.

And he was an elephant!

Little ants and elephants talking about patterns?

Was there anything more absurd than this?

Whether or not people thought it was, Booth Durut thought it wasn't.

Little ants?

Ward smiled. He was not angry with Booth Durut for his insults.

He even had the urge to laugh.

Those who had never been in contact with John Rockefeller and Booth Durut might not feel much.

However, those who had come into contact with these two people had a strong feeling.

Booth Durut and John Rockefeller were too far apart.

What did the proverb say?

The difference was like the difference between clouds and earth.

John Rockefeller is the clouds in the sky, he sees the whole world scenery.

He did not care about the benefits. He was even willing to lose a portion of the benefits in exchange for a overall victory.

For even if he had lost more, he would not have lost as much as Booth Durut.

And Booth Durut?

He didn't know that at all.

He only saw the benefits in front of him.

He wasn't even willing to pay the price.

In this way, his losses would only get bigger and bigger.

Just like now.

"Heh heh... Mr. Booth, good luck... " Ward smiled, left the message, and hung up.1

After kicking the phone back into his pocket, for some reason, Ward suddenly felt extremely fortunate.

He was glad that Booth Durut had not agreed to his terms.

Otherwise, Hyde Finance, along with the Durut Family, might have suffered a heavy blow and then disappeared into the slowly flowing river of history.

Therefore, Booth Durut did not agree and let him hug John Rockefeller's thigh.

Should I properly thank him?

Thinking about it, it wasn't impossible.

Soon Ward took his cell phone out of his pocket, typed a text, and sent it out.

… ….

Ding Dong ~

Booth Durut received a new text message.

"Thank you, Mr. Durut. Thank you for rejecting me and giving me a better choice."

"Then, I wish you good luck …"

"Bang ~"

Booth Durut slammed his right hand into the ground.

The brand-new Apple phone shattered into pieces.

He was about to explode with anger at Ward.

Ward was only the president of a small financial company. How could he dare to act so arrogantly in front of him?

All he had to do was blow the whistle and he could wipe Hyde Finance out.

"Damn him!" He grabbed the phone off the table and said, "Willems, tell all of our companies to hold their shares steady at all costs."

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