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His purpose was to lure the goods.

Yes, you didn't hear wrong.

He knew Booth Durut very well.

Basically, Booth Durut was a smart guy, but he had one big weakness, and that was irritability.

He was easily controlled by his emotions.

If he was allowed to silently smash the plate, he probably wouldn't be able to sustain it for long.

So every time Booth Trucker's smashing force weakened, John Rockefeller would make people act as if they were going to fight him to the death.

Then Booth Durut would be angry, and he would immediately throw out more goods.

After several temptations, they had already bought back quite a number of shares.

But over and over again, Booth Durut had no idea what they were really up to. He was still thinking of the amulet!

Protective disc?

Hehe...

I don't like you hitting me hard enough!

"Charlie, how many goods did they drop?" John Rockefeller turned to look at Charlie and asked.

Charlie was in no hurry to speak. Instead, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the financial department.

After a few more detailed inquiries, he finally said, "We've already recovered nearly $12 billion in stocks. The other party should still have some, but not much. Around $4 billion."

4 billion USD wasn't much, but it wasn't a small amount.

But if they did not take it back, it would also be a significant drag on their ability to raise their share prices.

"Continue to lure them. This time, our target is all of their goods."

"In addition, mobilize all the funds available to you and raise your share price in the first half hour of the afternoon!" John Rockefeller said harshly.

"Understood!"

With John's order from Rockefeller, the entire Rockefeller family started to operate like a sophisticated machine.

Funds from all over the country poured into the Rockefeller family.

1 billion, 5 billion, 1 billion …

The Rockefeller family's cash flow was rising steadily.

Everyone was waiting for the final all-out attack.

He spent the entire morning in this kind of tug of war.

Under the continuous temptations of the Rockefeller family, Booth Durut was running out of goods.

An hour before closing time, Booth Durut was almost out of food.

"No, that's not right!"

Booth Durut's eyes were red as he looked at the constantly jumping stock price.2

Even though they now had the upper hand.

Although Exxon's share price was still falling, it had already fallen by 20%.

But for some reason, Booth Durut had always felt a kind of kicking uneasiness in his mind.

He suddenly had a feeling that something was wrong.

Although the drop rate of 20% sounded pretty good, it was still a long ways off from Exxon and the street.

This was different from what he had expected.

Originally, he had imagined that if he were to spend more than ten billion of his goods, he would at least be able to reduce Exxon and Mobil's share price by half. However, the results were completely different from his imagination.

Not even half!

Something was wrong!

Booth Durut was acutely aware that something was wrong.

"Stop, all of you stop, stop selling!" Booth Durut shouted.

Stop?

Everyone froze when they heard Booth Durut's words.

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