Dad, I Am the Richest Man Now. Have you Passed Your Exam

Chapter 36: Invest in It, You Can Earn Revenue!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The European Union Multilateral Conference had begun.

The representatives of various countries entered the luxurious conference room.

There were a few major countries among them.

America’s delegate, Trump, had dark circles that made it look as if he had been punched in the eye.

Russia’s delegate, Putin, had a jutted chin.

Egypt’s delegate was covered in white from head to toe, only his face was revealed. He looked mysterious.

The delegate of China.

The delegate of South Africa.

The delegate of Great Britain.

The delegate of Saudi Arabia.

Every one of them looked peculiar, none of them looked like ordinary people.

The American delegate was the first to speak.

The other countries became the audience.

Many were yawning as they listened because they had stayed up late to watch Ryan’s live broadcast.

“Why do the people from these countries have such strange faces? There’s not a single beautiful woman nor a handsome man.”

“God… Do you think that this is a beauty pageant? Why are you bringing up beautiful women and handsome men?”

“I think this stupid meeting has nothing to do with us. I like reading the comments under the live broadcast more, they’re even more interesting than reading novels.”

“Do you think these people will start fighting each other? They don’t look too happy.”

“Who knows? It’ll be interesting if they start fighting. Fight! Fight! Fight! If the fight happens, it’ll definitely become an international joke.”

Meanwhile—

Everyone at the Citibank headquarters was silent.

The American delegate spoke first. It seemed that America had intentions to continue controlling oil prices.

The other countries had mixed feelings. If America continued to control oil prices, it would obviously benefit America.

However, the risk forecast that they had done showed that America was very likely to make concessions.

America’s general investment bank certainly did not want them to make concessions.

But this was a trend, stockpiling crude oil was to minimize losses.

They were afraid that the risk forecast was not accurate and would lead to some misunderstandings. They would end up having to pay for the loss of another country.

Many of them even thought that this was a misdirection on Ryan’s behalf.

However, just as the American delegate went up to speak, many people began to curse.

“F*ck you! Get to the d*mn point? What do you mean by investments? What do you mean by cooperating?

What does this have to do with us?”

“Yeah, these government officials are full of nonsense.”

They would always give a summary as the prelude to major meetings.

The audience did not buy it.

Even the higher-ups of Citibank’s headquarters were anxious.

“Hurry up and get to the point.”

They were beating around the bush.

The leaders of each other still had to properly exchange greetings, make small talk, and make sense of the situation.

As for whether they would get into a fight, it was still up to their boss to decide.

“Hurry up and talk. What’s the point of saying so much nonsense? I’m so tired, I need to get some sleep.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. Why would the great America make a concession?”

The people of Citibank’s headquarters felt a mix of emotions.

If America made a concession, then they would be able to reduce the loss.

On the other hand, if America didn’t make a concession, then the entire US financial system would be impacted greatly.

All of them were bad outcomes, but the first was slightly better because they had already made preparations beforehand.

This feeling was like a huge rock pressing down on one’s chest or like a person buried in the ground with only their head exposed.

“Hahaha, I hope the conference doesn’t work out. May the oil prices continue to crash. Ryan will go down will them, a person who is still wet behind the ears doesn’t deserve to have so much money.”

“You can’t bear to see other people doing better than you?”

“You bunch of poor b*stards who can’t bear to see other people doing better than you. Even if Ryan does go down with them, so what? I’ll take care of you, Ryan. I’ll invest another 30 million dollars for you.”

“F*ck, a rich woman. Are rich women these days so bold? I have a great body, do you want to consider me?”

“Hey, gorgeous. I don’t want to work anymore, do you want to take care of me?”

The live broadcast room never lacked rich women and rich men.

One could tell just by looking at the information on social media accounts.

Suddenly, all kinds of mischievous comments started appearing in the comment section.

“You’re all so shameless. All of you have children that are old enough, yet you still want a rich woman to take care of you? I’m still single, consider me instead?”

“Even if Ryan loses this time, it doesn’t matter. With his talent in stocks, he’ll earn what he’s lost within a short period of time.”

The delegate of America finally gave an opening speech, indicating the beginning of the conference.

The Russian delegate and the American delegate exchanged statements.

The two university professors widened their eyes. “Is this a turning point?”

“Russia doesn’t usually have an opportunity to speak at times like these?”

Meanwhile, the higher-ups of Citibank’s headquarters felt their hearts race.

There weren’t many things in this world that could make them excited.

The Russian delegate came up and spoke vehemently, refuting everything that the American delegate had said. He did not treat him with dignity and respect at all.

The two professors and the higher-ups of Citibank were instantly reminded of Ryan—the person who only glanced at the big trading screen before quickly doing an analysis, and investing all of his money at once without any hesitation.

It started to drizzle in the night.

It was foggy and humid.

However, it was a battle of wills at the European Union Multilateral Conference.

It was indescribably intense.

It would not be a surprise if the delegates started a physical fight because of some instigation.

But if there was a physical conflict, the meeting would not go on.

The negotiations would not come to a conclusion, which was what everyone did not want to see.

The top executives of Citibank headquarters and American citizens could feel the tension from the other side of the screen.

“Oh my God, it’s so intense. Are they going to fight on a live broadcast? Even though I don’t even understand what they are saying.”

“Do any of you know what they’re talking about? What does this have to do with crude oil?”

“Yeah, I must be drunk to stay up this late to watch the news. I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to sleep. I’ll see the results tomorrow.”

The laymen were stunned, what was going on?

They were using too much jargon.

The delegates were speaking with double entendres.

Some of those who really invested saw the problem.

Their foreheads were full of sweat.

They were negotiating with America about the import and export of crude oil.

This was asking America to completely give up the control of crude oil.

Suddenly.

The television suddenly switched to the news anchor.

“News from this station. The international satellite signal is not good. The live broadcast has been interrupted. Please look forward to the resumption of the follow-up signal.”

The live broadcast had actually been interrupted all over the world.

Many people cursed crazily.

Some people were enjoying their curses and wasting time for nothing. They could finally go to sleep.

Some of them were confused, why did it get cut off? What was going on?

There were two professors in a university’s office. Tish jumped up, grabbed a stool, and smashed the television.

“Aren’t they messing with us?”

The old man was agitated.

Professor Smith did not forget to mock him, “I think you’re also very radical. Why are you in such a hurry?”

Professor Smith’s face was red. Clearly, he was also very anxious.

“Smith, stop being sarcastic. Things seem to be different from what we expected.”

The two professors fell silent again. They quickly tidied up and changed to another classroom.

The graduate students tailed them with tired faces.

Citibank headquarters.

Everyone quieted down, their breathing quickened.

They all looked at the gray-haired old man.

The old man frowned.

The sudden interference was definitely not caused by a bad signal.

As the head of Citibank in America, he had to know information first-hand.

After thinking for a long time, the old man took out his phone and dialed a number that he never dialed unless it was a major event.

The other end picked up the call.

The old man’s voice was a little low, “Jack, I need to know the real situation of the meeting.”

“Because this concerns the interests of America.”

“Yes, it’s about crude oil.”

The old man clenched his fists. Usually, even the President of the United States treated him with respect.

After all, which President didn’t rely on the support of the big corporations to win the election.

On the other end of the phone, there was a fierce argument.

Everyone in the meeting could hear it clearly.

“Half a minute.”

The other end hung up after saying three words.

The old man’s facial muscles twitched.

30 seconds.

29 seconds.

10 seconds.

There was still no reply.

Flick.

The old man lit up a cigar and took a puff.

Eight seconds.

Someone drank a mouthful of water, there was a ‘gulp’ sound.

The person may have choked, they quickly covered their mouth to prevent themselves from making a sound. The person’s face turned purple.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

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RING! RING! RING!

The call the old man was expecting finally came, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

“Eh, I invested in the right—”

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little tired, “Great. You invested. Now we can reduce the amount of loss.”