4751: C4751 Counterattack

C4751 Counterattack

Alman paused for a second, then smiled.

He wasn't afraid that Paul would raise the conditions, but he was afraid that Paul wouldn't speak.

"How about this, Uncle Paul, as long as you are willing to support me, I can think of a promise from you. "

"In the future, you will be in charge of the family's aviation industry. What do you think?"

Arman said with a smile.

Didn't Arman give the aerospace industry to Simat?

Now, Arman used this as a bargaining chip to attract Paul.

Facing such a huge temptation, he didn't believe that Paul wouldn't take the bait.

As expected, after hearing Alman's words, Paul's eyes instantly widened.

He almost couldn't believe his ears.

He had thought that Arman would spend a lot of effort to rope him in.

But he never would have thought that Arman would be willing to spend so much money.

The aerospace industry was a focus of Rothschild's research and development.

It was also because of him that the Rothschild family had a grudge with Qin Luo.

But now, Alman was willing to hand over such an important industry to him.

For a moment, Paul's little heart began to beat wildly.

He was undoubtedly excited, and he was tempted.

"Huff ~"

"Huff ~ ~"

Paul gasped for breath, his eyes bloodshot.

He gritted his teeth and deliberately lowered his voice. He asked in a deep voice, "Alman, are you telling the truth?"

"Are you really willing to let me manage the aerospace industry?"

"Of course. "

Without any hesitation, Alman nodded and agreed.

"Uncle Paul, I'm different from my father. "

"I'm good at giving power. "

"Professionals should do professional things. "

"I believe in Uncle Paul's ability to make the Rothschild family's aerospace industry flourish. "

"I'm very relieved to hand it over to you. " Arman said with a laugh.

He knew that Paul was tempted.

As long as he was tempted, things would be simple.

"Huff ~"

"Whooosh. "

Paul breathed heavily.

He couldn't think of any reason to refuse.

"Remember what you said today. "

"Uncle Paul, don't worry. What I, Alman, said was like spilled water. "

"I will never go back on my word!"

Arman knew that Paul had already agreed.

After a short chat, Paul hung up the phone and left.

"Kacha ~"

But at this moment, the door of the study was suddenly pushed open.

Then, Oman walked out. Next to him was Smat.

"Simat, take care. . . "

"Patriarch, please wait. . . "

After sending Simat off, Oman turned to look at Paul. A smile appeared on his face and he said with a smile, "Paul, you came at the right time. Come in quickly, I have something to talk to you about. "

Talk?

Sorry, he didn't want to talk to Oman anymore.

"Sorry, Oman, I have something to do. I have to go first. "

"What is it?"

"It's raining. Let's go home and collect our clothes!" said Oman.

After saying that, Paul rushed out of the villa in a flash.

It's raining?

Oman looked at the bright sunlight outside the window.

It didn't look like it was raining at all.

At this moment, Oman's heart sank.

Paul escaping at the last minute wasn't a good thing for him.

Could it be?

Suddenly, Oman had an unexpected premonition.

Could it be that Paul had turned against him?

With this thought, Oman was unable to calm down.2

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