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C4835 Meat Buns Beating Dogs

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While Oman was busy gathering information, Oman wasn't idle either.

At this moment, he was frantically gathering funds.

Within a day, he needed to gather 100 billion.

Even for him, it would be quite difficult.

Oman had no choice but to look at his kind of friend.

Soon, he dialed his friend Bergman's number.

"Doo Doo Doo ~"

After three beeps, the call was smoothly answered.

"Hello, Oman, is something the matter?"

A dull sound came from the phone.

"Boggman, lend me 10 billion. " Without beating around the bush, Oman went straight to the point.

10 billion?

On the other end of the phone, Boggman was stunned on the spot.

He was almost not confident in his ears.

This Oman opened his mouth and said 10 billion!

But he really f * cking dared to open his mouth.

He was probably still dreaming.

"Oman, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly. Say it again?"

Bergman said.

Say it again?

Oman was unhappy.

If it was in the past, Oman would have hung up the phone without hesitation.

Someone actually dared to speak to him. This was simply a provocation to him.

But today, the situation was completely different.

He was no longer the head of the Rothschild clan.

He no longer had his previous position in the business world.

In conclusion, it was just one sentence.

When a person is under the roof, he must lower his head!

"Hu ~"

Oman let out a long breath and forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart. He said in a deep voice, "Bergman, lend me 10 billion. When I regain control of the Rothschild family, I will return it with both hands. . . "

Hehe. . .

Retake control of the Rothschild family?

You're really f * cking daring to say that.

Does Oman have the hope to regain control of the Rothschild clan?

Undeniably, it is indeed a little.

But Oman's chances were very small. What about the small path?

It was almost negligible.

Now, the biggest hope of the Rothschild family was on Oman's biological son, Oman.

Even if Boggman wanted to bet, he would still bet on Alman.

And not Oman.

"Sorry, Oman, you also know that my company's turnover has been difficult recently. This 10 billion, I'm afraid I can't give it to you. " Bergman said.

Difficult?

Difficult my ass!

Bergman controlled the world's largest gambling company.

His daily cash flow exceeded 10 billion.

What kind of financial difficulties did he have?

Oman felt that he just didn't want to borrow money!

"Boggman, we're old friends, you can't just leave us to die, right?"

Arman said in a deep voice.

His voice was somewhat cold.

Anyone could hear the anger in Arman's voice.

He didn't want to save her? Even if he did not save her, what could Oman do?

Did Oman still think that he was the head of the Rothschild family who could call the wind and summon the rain?

Hehe. . .

Stop joking.

The era has changed, my lord.

"Oman, since you've already said so, Then I have nothing to hide. "

"Oman, it's not that I don't want to save you, but I don't want to invest without fear. "

"10 billion isn't a small amount either. I'll lend it to you. If you don't become the head of the Rothschild clan. . . Then my 10 billion will be wasted? "

Bergman chuckled.0

Yes, his gambling company was very profitable.

However, this didn't mean that he would give the 10 billion to Oman.

Only idiots would do things like meat buns hitting dogs.

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