4762: C4762 A Fierce Battle

C4762 A Fierce Battle

"Understood!"

Charlie nodded his head, then turned around and left.

Of course, the financial world did not know about what happened at Rockefeller's manor.

At this moment, the financial world's attention was all on the Rothschild family.

"According to the latest news, Oman has already received the support of Smat, and the chances of him winning have increased greatly."

"Not good, according to the insider's information, Paul has chosen to support Alman, and Alman has a very high chance of winning"

"Huo Li is not an easy person to deal with. According to various signs, he has already obtained the support of Mi Nation and East Asia. It is very likely that he will make a comeback."

"Originally, I thought that Huo Li was a weakling. I didn't expect that Huo Li would actually stand up now. Awesome."

"It's hard to say who will emerge victorious in this fierce battle."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. How many years has it been since such a huge upheaval has occurred in the financial world? Interesting, interesting..."

... ""

The election of the Rothschild family affected everyone's hearts.

Many people even found it hard to sleep all night.

Many people judged that if Oman became the head of the Rothschild clan once again, then the Rothschild clan's stock price would definitely soar.

But if the head of the family became Alman, then without a doubt, the Rothschild family would experience a sharp decline.

At this moment, countless pairs of eyes stared intently at the Rothschild family, waiting for the dust to settle in the election.

Before this, they didn't even dare to easily snatch the chips.

The next day...

The sun was still shining brightly.

Today, Arman woke up early in the morning.

The reason was very simple, he had insomnia last night.

Today was the election day.

After today, he would become the new patriarch of the Rothschild family.

Because of this, he didn't even sleep last night.

"Young Master Alman, morning..."

"Arman, morning..."

... "Good morning..."

Along the way, many people greeted Alman and followed him to the auditorium.

They were all surrounded by him!

This time, they would all support him to reach the top.

On the other side...1

Oman also walked over.

Behind Jean, there were also many people following him.

Looking at Oman, Oman's expression suddenly darkened.

"Arman."

Oman stared at Oman and shouted in a low voice.

"Father..."

The corner of Oman's mouth raised slightly. He glanced at Oman and said with a faint smile, "There aren't many people who support you."

Yes, compared to his own supporters, Oman's supporters were much fewer.

There was no need to choose. He had already won.

Oman thought to himself.

The answer was already very obvious.

He was sure to win.

Not much?

Indeed not much!

However, these were all his hardcore supporters, while the crowd behind Arman was different.

"Hmph ~"

"We still don't know who the winner will be."

Oman gave him a fierce glare, then turned around and walked into the auditorium.

"Hehehe..."

"Father, the matter is already very clear. Why do you have to struggle without fear..."

Behind him, Alman's faint laughter could be heard.

He heard the words behind him.

Oman's face sank, and his expression became extremely ugly.

If it wasn't for the situation, he would have flown up and slapped Oman.

However, considering the situation, Oman held back in the end.

First of all, laughing wasn't considered laughing. The one who laughed until the end was the victor.

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On the other side...

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