3652: C3652 Every Routine Every Routine

C3652 Every Routine Every Routine

The remaining small portion comes from some of the largest financial institutions in the country.

"Dong, dong, dong ~"

Sarah knocked on the office door.

"Enter!"

From the room came the voice of Booth Durut.

"Crack ~"

Sara opened the door and smiled at Booth Durut. "Mr. Booth, the flow of funds has been investigated."

"The other side has about $3 billion in funds for this trip."

"Among them, about 2 billion of them came from Exxon, Mobil Oil, and other listed companies under the Rockefeller family's banner."

"As for the remaining 1 billion, most of them came from domestic financial institutions, while some came from retail investors …."

Hearing Sarah's words, Booth Durut and Willam Mudulu looked at each other, a faint smile appearing on their faces.

Just as they had thought, John Rockefeller was trying to stabilize the stock price!

But could he hold on?

He still had more than ten billion dollars in stock that he had yet to throw away. How could John Rockefeller be sure?

"Smash ~"

"Smash!"

"Today, I'm going to make the share price of Exxon company fall flat on the street!" Booth Durut laughed sinisterly, "John Rockefeller actually wants to play, then I'll play with him until the end!"

"Today, I want to show the world the true power of our Durut Family."

"Understood!"

Sarah acknowledged, then turned and left.

After a while, a new round of trashing began.

The share price of Exxon and Mobil continued to fall, soon returning more than 20 percent to a new low.

Looking at the dwindling stock price, Booth Durut's face lit up with a smile of relief.

Of course, the downward trend is not a smooth sailing.

There were also a few minor rebounds during the period.

However, once he found out that the other party's capital was still coming from Rockefeller's family, the smile on Booth Durut's face grew even wider.

He wasn't worried about John Rockefeller buying anything.

Even he couldn't wait for John Rockefeller to continue.

He wanted to use up all of the other party's funds.

"John Rockefeller, this old thing still wants to struggle? "Hehe, then I'll use up all the bullets in his hand!"

"Dad, we won this time right?"2

"Victory is in my hands!"

"Whew ~"

In that instant, Willems Durut let out a long breath.

Although he had already guessed it, once he received the confirmation from Booth Durut, his heart that was hanging in his throat dropped back to the ground.

At this moment, his mood rose again.

He could not wait to go to Princeton and wash away the shame on his body in front of Qin Luo.

"Dad, I'll go to the Princeton first. I have something that I want to say to Qin Luo …"

"Yes, I can." Booth Durut nodded. "Remember to bring a few people with you when you go."

"There's a good saying. Two fists is no match for four hands. Even if Qin Luo can fight, he can still be killed with a sea of people and tactics."

"En!" Willems nodded, his eyes sparkling.

This time, he was going to tell Qin Luo why the flowers were so red.

— —

The stock price was still falling, but John Rockefeller's smile widened.

John Rockefeller was the one who purposely did the few small rebounds.

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