5091: C5091 I'm Old My Heart Is Weak

C5091 I'm Old My Heart Is Weak

Blake?

Mitchell was slightly stunned, then he picked up the answer button.

"Mitchell, tell me your plan."

Before Mitchell could say anything, Blake's voice came through the phone.

Plan?

Hearing Blake's words, Mitchell revealed a faint smile.

He knew that Blake was ultimately unwilling to withdraw.

"Blake, the matter is like this..."

Mitchell's lips curled up slightly as he briefly recounted the events of the matter.

Of course, what he said was not something that could be done in secret.

Instead, it was an excuse that he and John Rockefeller had rearranged.

The meaning was very simple. With the manufacturing industry as the base, and with a bit of destruction, the Rothschild family's business would be taken care of in one fell swoop.

Industrial industries!

Mitchell and the others' goal was the industrial industry!

Hu ~

Hearing Mitchell's words, Blake let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.

Fortunately, he called to ask, otherwise, he would have missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Although the weight of the industry in the Rothschild family was not large, it was not small either.

If it could severely damage the Rothschild family's business, it could also cause a considerable impact.

And more importantly, the real estate strength of the Rothschild family was relatively weak, so it was easier to break through.

"Mitchell, you have this plan, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Blake said somewhat resentfully.

Should have said so earlier?

Uh...

He wanted to say it earlier.

But the problem was, Blake didn't give him a chance at all.

He didn't even have the time to say out the reason he had arranged it, but Blake directly hung up the phone. Who was he going to talk to?

"Hehe..."

"Blake, I want to say it, but the problem is, you hung up the phone without saying anything. Who am I going to talk to?"

Mitchell said in an unfriendly tone.

"Uh..."0

Blake was stunned for a moment, then he smiled awkwardly and said, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

"Mitchell, I was thinking about you changing your plans and not telling me. Are you a little angry?"

"What about now?"

" My anger is gone now! "

"It's good that it's gone." Mitchell waved his hand and did not mind. He said, "Blake, since his anger is gone, let's talk about what happens next."

At this point, it was only the beginning and not the end.

Blake still had a lot of missions on him.

He had to act like he was investigating the information of the Rothschild family and guide Arman's gaze.

Create a suitable opportunity for them.

Only then would they be able to severely injure the Rothschild family in one fell swoop.

"Mitchell, just tell me what you want me to do."

"As long as I can do it, I will not refuse!"

Blake patted his chest and said with a serious expression.

This time, he did not play dumb. He was serious.

"How about this, Blake, you investigate secretly about the financial situation of the Rothschild family's businesses that are hungry."

Mitchell said.

"Mitchell, don't worry. I'll definitely find out everything."

Blake immediately nodded in agreement." However..."

"But what is it?"

"Next time, if you have any plans, let me know in advance."

"I'm so old, my heart can't take it"

Mitchell:... ""

He spoke as if he had known beforehand...

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