3744: C3744 What's Wrong with Bootlicking

C3744 What's Wrong with Bootlicking

"Willam, let's wait and see..." After saying that coldly, Bruce Duru immediately hung up the phone.

This time, he was the one who hung up Willam Smith's call.

"Dudu dudu ~"

Willam Smith's mouth couldn't help but twitch when he heard the beeping sound on the phone.

What did he think Bruce Duru was calling him for?

Never would he have thought that it would be this...

For a moment, Willam Smith really did not know what to say.

With Bruce Duru's intelligence, what right did he have to fight Qin Luo?

Willam Smith felt that with Qin Luo's intelligence, even if he played Bruce Duru to death, Bruce Duru still didn't know what was going on.

Hehe...

If his intelligence was low, he would honestly admit his mistake.

Why was he always thinking of turning the tables?

Can you turn the tables?

Willam Smith shook his head and opened his contact list. He took out Qin Luo's number and dialed it.

He was not a person who liked to suck up to others.

However, he felt that if necessary, he could still kiss up to them.

"Doo Doo Doo ~"

After three beeping sounds, the phone was successfully picked up.

"Hello, Professor Qin, do you remember me? I am Willam..."

Willam said with a smile.

However, his words carried a trace of respect.

...

Rockefeller Manor.

"In just one night, the public opinion has mostly disappeared. Needless to say, it must be Buss Dulu's doing."

"Hehe... The more you press, the stronger the rebound will be. Isn't this what we want?"

"Mr. John, tell me, how much did Burse Duru pay?"

"Less than three billion..."

"..."

Qin Luo and John, Rockefeller, were talking about the public opinion.

At this moment, the phone in Qin Luo's pocket suddenly rang.

He took it out and saw an unfamiliar number.1

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Luo pressed the answer button.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Hello, Professor Qin, do you remember me? I am Willam..."

A vigorous voice came from the phone.

Willam?

Willam Smith?

If Qin Luo remembered correctly, he was the chairman of the NCB.

He had once had a short cooperation with ___.

Why did he have time to call me?

"What's the matter?" Qin Luo frowned and asked.

"Professor Qin, it's like this. I have something to report to you."

"What is it?"

"Yesterday, Bruce Duru wanted us, the NCB, to stop all negative comments against the Duru family. " Willam Smith smiled and briefly explained what had happened.

"Wait, tell me, did Bruce Duru just say 1 billion?" Before Willam Smith could finish his sentence, Qin Luo let out a cry of surprise.

He had thought that Burth Duru would spend a lot of money.

However, he had never thought that the other party would raise his hand and give him 1 billion!

Indeed, as expected of the world's top 10 Wealthy Class, he was f * cking rich!

"That's right!" Willam Smith nodded and said seriously, But don't worry, Professor Qin, I didn't agree to this.

"Our NCB isn't the best company in the industry, but we have our own professional ethics."

"We don't earn this kind of money..."

Qin Luo: "! @ # $%..."

No matter how one looked at it, Willam Smith's phone call seemed to be asking for credit.

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