Rebirth of the Strongest Tycoon

When he came to trade, Saren Francisco was ready and brought things including proof of equity.

After the agreement is successfully signed.

Phil Simon did not delay, and directly called his subordinates who were waiting in the company to pay the 145 million pounds. (In the previous chapter, the loss amount of 137 million pounds was written as the transaction amount of 145 million pounds, which has been revised.)

that night.

Sitting in the car on the way home, Saren Francisco breathed a sigh of relief.

Although very unwilling to lose 137 million pounds in the equity of Schroeder Group.

But at any rate, he got a huge sum of money, equivalent to more than 250 million U.S. dollars.

This is a big boost to the current situation.

Phil Simon left with fruitful results. On the way, he made a phone call to report to his superiors, which was approved by the president.

At the same time, he also received further instructions—tonight, he must sell all the shares that have not been heated up to the Bright Fund at a premium of 5%!

When hearing this instruction, Phil Simon was a little confused.

He didn't expect that Saren Francisco's guess just now turned out to be true, and he had deceived the other party with a calm face at that time!

After being dazed, he couldn't help laughing, but there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in the smile.

The transaction with Bright Fund was completed overtime that night.

One night of action brought more than 7 million pounds of profits to the bank, which is also an extremely fruitful result.

Phil Simon thought he'd get a good night's sleep tonight.

When the warm sun pierces the darkness and shines on the earth, a good day comes again.

At seven o'clock, Eric Schroeder had already taken a walk in the garden at home, and was about to return to the living room to enjoy a hearty breakfast.

at this time.

His youngest son, George Schroeder, ran out of the house in a panic, clutching his phone tightly.

"Father, it's bad!"

"What made you panic so much?" Eric Schroeder frowned and scolded dissatisfiedly.

According to the standards of nobles and gentlemen, the younger son's behavior at this time was very inappropriate.

But George Schroeder couldn't care less about these, and said quickly: "Father, something really happened. Just now Curtis Dubois from the Bright Fund called and informed us of the news."

"He said that Bright Fund already owns 55.62% of the shares of Schroeder Group, so let us be mentally prepared!"

"What did you say?"

"This is impossible!"

Eric Schroeder, who was still calm, widened his eyes instantly, and grabbed his son's hand suddenly, with an expression of disbelief.

"What else did he say?"

Immediately afterwards, he asked immediately.

George Schroeder shook his head and replied like a rattle: "He didn't say anything else, he just informed me and ended the call before I asked."

Eric Schroeder panicked completely. He put his hands in his pockets, grabbed his hair again, and looked around unconsciously.

In panic, he tried his best to gather his mind to analyze and think.

"By the way, quickly call Saron Francisco and ask him if he has sold his shares!"

"Only by taking their shares, Bright Fund will be able to increase its shareholding ratio to 55.62%!"

"Otherwise it is absolutely impossible!"

"We must immediately confirm the accuracy of the Bright Fund notice!"

"Call quickly!"

After calming himself down relatively, Eric Schroeder immediately thought of the key point of the matter, and hurriedly ordered his youngest son to call.

George Schroeder executed it immediately, and quickly dialed the number.

"Beep...beep..."

The sound rang for a long time, and it was not answered until it was cut off.

Eric Schroeder ordered again: "Keep dialing until you get through!"

"Okay, father."

After dialing several times in a row, it seemed as long as half a century in just a few minutes, which caused Eric Schroeder to suffer a lot.

finally!

After the fourth dial, the call was connected.

"Hello, who is it?"

Hearing Saron Francisco's voice, Eric Schroeder snatched the phone and put it to his ear, and said in a sharp tone: "Saron, have you sold your equity to Guangming Fund?" ?”

"Eric?" A few seconds later, a voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's me, you just answer it?" Eric Schroeder suppressed his anger a little, but his tone was still quite blunt.

"I didn't sell it to Bright Fund!"

After a long time, Saren Francisco's answer came again from the other end of the phone.

Eric Schroeder breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "Is that equity still in your hands?"

silence!

Long silence!

Eric Schroeder clenched his fists, closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and the anger in his chest instantly expanded.

He is desperate!

For such a simple question, the silence actually explained everything.

The content of the phone call my youngest son received just now is true!

"Then who did you sell it to?" Eric Schroeder opened his eyes, his face was frosty, and his tone of voice was as cold as an arctic glacier.

"I sold it to Wells Fargo, and I specifically asked if Wells Fargo bought it for Bright Fund. They clearly answered me no. If so, I would not sell the equity..."

Saren Francisco explained, but it was a complete nonsense.

"fuck!"

Eric Schroeder's anger was completely ignited, he cursed loudly, and then stopped listening to Saron Francisco's justification, and ended the call directly.

There's no need to waste any more time talking to this bastard!

"This damned bastard, we were killed by him!"

"fuck!"

"...%*#..."

Seeing his father venting his emotions like a furry cat, George Schroeder could only keep silent, but his tense cheeks and clenched fists all showed that his inner emotions at the moment were in line with Same as father.

After venting his anger for a while, Eric Schroeder couldn't help but walked quickly towards the house.

George Schroeder immediately followed.

After entering the study, he immediately opened the address book, found a line of numbers, and saw clearly written at the front: George Berkeley, President of Bright Fund!

"Father, are you going to call him?"

"It's only past seven o'clock, will he answer our calls?"

George Schroeder couldn't help asking.

Eric Schroeder entered the number and said: "He will definitely answer, because he is waiting for my call!"

"I have to make that call too!"

George Berkeley stared, not wanting to understand the truth~www.readwn.com~but the reality directly confirmed that his father was right.

Because after five seconds of dialing, the call was connected.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Mr. Berkeley, good morning, I'm Eric Schroeder." Eric Schroeder smiled and hurriedly greeted George Berkeley over the phone.

"Hehe, so it's Mr. Schroeder. Good morning, you really are a decisive person." On the other end of the phone, there was a chuckle from George Berkeley.

"Mr. Berkeley is very good at seeing people. In fact, I have wanted to visit you for a long time. I wonder if it is convenient for you now?"

"..."

After a brief conversation, the phone hung up.

Eric Schroeder performed the disappearing smile technique. He looked at the clock on the wall, and it was 7:42 in the morning.

"Let's go, there is more than an hour before the stock market opens, you and I will visit him!"

"Oh well."

"By the way, father, their notice just now?"

Just walking to the door, Eric Schroeder, who picked up his coat and was about to put it on, paused. After looking at his son for a few seconds, he turned around again and straightened his clothes in front of the mirror.

"That's not a notice, it's an olive branch."

"We have no choice!"

"Go to the first storage room on the second floor. There is a red gift box in the third row on the shelf on the right hand side of the door. Go and get it. This is a gift from our visit."

"Uh... good father!"

George Berkeley froze for a moment, then walked outside, but the wrinkles between his brows showed that he still didn't fully understand.

"Why…"

Looking at himself in the mirror, Eric Schroeder showed a sad face and let out a long sigh of unwillingness...

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