4867: C4867 I Predicted Your Prediction

C4867 I Predicted Your Prediction

Elena felt like she had fucked a dog.

But what could she do?

Now, Oman was the boss.

And she was just a bitter worker.

Clenching her teeth, Elena took out pen and paper and started writing.

"The first one is Lawrence, the big boss of fast food. . . "

"The second one is Dunpton, the Wall Street tycoon. . . "

"The third one. . . "

One, two, three. . .

Rothschild Oman said more than thirty names in a grand manner.

"Elena, tell me, how do we choose this time?"

"I'll listen to you. "

Oman said with a smile.

Elena was speechless. "

What should she say?

He did not know how to choose either.

Although Oman didn't mention many names, there weren't many people with sufficient funds.

There were only a few that could be chosen.

After hesitating for a while, Elena cast her gaze at Dunpton.

The Wall Street tycoons had a lot of wealth in their hands.

"Master Oman, let's contact Dunpton. "

After pondering for a moment, Elena said, "Under normal circumstances, Goodwin would definitely think that we would go to the bank. "

"This time, we will go the opposite way. We will go directly to Wall Street to look for speculators. Goodwin would not have thought of this even if he racked his brain. "

"Okay!"

Oman nodded heavily.

He had no objections to Elena's suggestion.

"I'll call Dunpton now. "

As Rothschild spoke, he took out his phone from his pocket.

Without saying another word, he dialed Dunpton's number.

"Doo Doo Doo ~"

After three blinks, the call was smoothly picked up.

"Hu ~"

Seeing this, Oman let out a long breath.

Finally, the previous situation didn't occur.

"Hey. . . "

Soon, Dunpton's voice came through the phone.

"Old friend Dunpton, long time no see. . . "

Arman said with a smile.

……

A few minutes ago. . .

Dunpton had just put down his phone when the number one candidate of the Rothschild family, Arman, called him.

On the phone, Arman reminded him that in a while, Arman would look for him to borrow money, and Arman meant that he shouldn't lend it to him.

At first, Dunpton refused.

Because, from any angle, he and Oman had been good friends for many years.

If Oman wanted to borrow money from him, it would be very difficult for him to refuse.

But things were not absolute.

When Oman threw the letter of understanding that Qin Luo had personally signed onto his face, Dunpu and the others changed their words.

Good friend? Indeed, Arman was his good friend.

However, good friends couldn't be treated as food.

Now, investing in Amanna was a waste.

No, it was even worse than a waste of time.

If it was a waste of time, he could still hear a sound. He could even pass his hand addiction.

But what about lending money to Oman?

That was giving money.

He wasn't an idiot. How could he do such a thing?

Ring, ring, ring ~

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

When he took it out to take a look, Dunpton's eyes immediately narrowed.

The caller ID showed that it was not someone else, but Oman.

Pick up?

Or not answer?2

After a moment of hesitation, Dunpton finally pressed the answer button.

"Hello, old friend. . . "

"Old friend Dunpton, long time no see. . . "

Before Dunpton could finish his sentence, the clear voice of Rothschild Arman could be heard from the phone.

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