3905: C3905 Playing with a Big Knife in front of Guan Gong

C3905 Playing with a Big Knife in front of Guan Gong

Durut Manor...

When the news of Isgrob holding a press conference reached his ears, the smile on Bruce Duru's face never stopped.

Finally!

He had finally waited!

Qin Luo's death could no longer be concealed!

As long as Isgrob announced the news of Qin Luo's death, then the share price of Exxon and Mobil Oil would be completely ruined.

Correspondingly, the entire Rockefeller family would suffer a great loss.

As for him?

He was the victor of this financial war.

When he was in a high position, he had already decided to shorten the share price of Exxon and Mobil Oil.

Now, the share price of the Exxon and Mobil Oil Company was falling more and more.

The more money he earned, the more money he earned.

From now on, not only would he be able to secure his position as the patriarch of the Duru Family, he would also be able to take the opportunity to pull John Rockefeller off his horse.

A complete victory!

"Hahaha ~"

Thinking of this, Bruce Duru couldn't help but laugh out loud.

A moment later, he took out his phone from his pocket and dialed John Rockefeller's number.

At this moment of victory, he had to celebrate with his best 'friend'!

Doo, Doo, Doo ~

After three blinks, the phone was successfully picked up.

"Old John, you didn't expect that the final victor would be me." Without waiting for John and Rockefeller to speak, Bruce Duru had already spoken first.

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Rockefeller's manor...

The atmosphere here was completely different from the jubilant atmosphere in the Durut Manor, where they were preparing to celebrate their victory.

When Isgrob announced that he would hold a press conference, everyone went into a state of preparation for battle.

Qin Luo was about to close the net!

When Qin Luo appeared in front of the camera, the share price of Exxon and Mobil Oil Company would definitely increase exponentially.

Now, they had to make the biggest profit in the remaining time.

"Charlie, throw in all the money we have!"

"How many goods are there on the market? Give me as much as I can!" John Rockefeller said.

The stocks of Exxon and Mobil Oil Company were hot potato in the eyes of others. They wanted nothing more than to lose it!2

However, in John Rockefeller's eyes, these stocks that fell on the street were like gold that was covered in a layer of gold.

As long as he was given a little bit of time, they would be able to shine with the brightest light.

John Rockefeller believed that it wouldn't take too long.

Perhaps today would be the day!

"Understood!"

Although he did not understand why John, Rockefeller, would choose to sweep the goods at this time, Charlie did not ask too much.

He knew his own identity.

He promptly gave the word "worker."

John, Rockefeller, was the boss.

He did not need to have his own thoughts. He only needed to do what John, Rockefeller, had arranged for him.

"Oh, right. Also, inform Acton to let him sweep the goods as well."

"Don't worry, Mr. John. I know what to do..." Charlie responded, then turned around and left.

Looking at Charlie's back, John Rockefeller revealed a faint smile.

He had high hopes for Charlie.

Not saying much, not saying much, and not showing emotions on his face. This was the basic quality that a superior person should have.

"Maybe I can train him well..." John Rockefeller muttered in a low voice.

"Ring ring ring ~"

Just as this thought flashed through John's mind, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

He took it out and saw that it was Buss Duru.

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