Rebirth of the Strongest Tycoon

When he came to trade, Saren Francisco was well prepared and brought everything including proof of equity.

After the agreement is successfully signed.

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

That night.

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

Although very reluctant to lose 137 million pounds in the Schroders Group's equity.

But at least he got a huge amount of funds, which is equivalent to more than 250 million U.S. dollars.

This is a big help 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 recognized by the president.

At the same time, I also received further instructions - tonight I must sell all the unheated equity to Guangming Fund at a premium of 5%!

When he heard 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 he was stunned, he couldn't help but smile, but his smile seemed to have a hint of ridicule.

The transaction with Bright Fund was completed overtime that night.

One night's operation brought a profit of more than 7 million pounds to the bank, which was also an extremely fruitful result.

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

When the warm sunshine cuts through the darkness and shines on the earth, a beautiful day comes again.

At around seven o'clock, Eric Schroeder had 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 with a panicked look on his face, clutching his phone tightly in his hand.

"Father, it's not good!"

"What makes you so panicked?" Eric Schroeder frowned and scolded dissatisfied.

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

But George Schroeder couldn't care about this anymore, and said quickly: "Father, something really big happened. Curtis Dubois from the Bright Fund just called and informed us of the news."

"He said that Bright Fund already owns 55% of the equity, so let's be mentally prepared!"

"What did you say?"

"This is impossible!"

Eric Schroeder, who was still calm, his eyes widened instantly, and he grabbed his son's hand suddenly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"What else did he say?"

Then, he immediately asked.

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

Eric Schroeder was completely panicked. He put his hands into his pockets, scratched his hair, and looked around unconsciously.

In panic, he tried his best to concentrate on analysis and thinking.

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

"Only by acquiring their equity can Bright Fund increase its shareholding ratio to 55.62%!"

"Otherwise it's absolutely impossible!"

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

"Call quickly!"

After allowing himself to relatively calm down, Eric Schroeder immediately thought of the key point of the matter and quickly shouted to his youngest son to call.

George Schroeder immediately executed it and quickly dialed the number.

"Beep...beep..."

The sound rang for a long time and was not picked up until it was cut off.

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

"Okay, Father."

After dialing several times in a row, just a few minutes seemed as long as half a century, which made Eric Schroeder suffer internally.

finally!

After the fourth dial, the call was connected.

"Hey, who's there?"

Hearing Saren Francisco's voice, Eric Schroeder snatched the phone and put it to his ear, and said in a fierce tone: "Saren, did you sell your equity to the Bright Fund?" ?”

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

"It's me, just answer it, right?" Eric Schroeder suppressed his anger slightly, but his tone was still quite stiff.

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

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

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

silence!

A long silence!

Eric Schroeder clenched his fists, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and the anger in his chest suddenly swelled.

He is desperate!

For such a simple question, 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?" After 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 helped Bright Fund with the acquisition. They clearly answered me that no, if so, I would not sell the equity..."

Saren Francisco gave an explanation, but it was a complete lie.

"Fuck!"

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

No need to waste any more time talking to this bastard!

"This damn bastard, we suffered terribly from him!"

"Fuck!"

“…%* # …”

Seeing his father venting his emotions like an angry cat, with all kinds of swear words spewing out, George Schroeder could only remain silent, but his tense cheeks and clenched fists all showed that his inner emotions at the moment were the same. Like father.

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

George Schroeder immediately followed.

After entering the study, he immediately opened the address book and found a line of numbers. The front of it clearly read: George Berkeley, President of the Bright Fund!

"Father, are you going to call him?"

"It's only after seven o'clock. Will he answer our call?"

George Schroeder couldn't help but ask.

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

"I have to make this call too!"

George Berkeley stared, not understanding the reason behind this.

But reality directly confirmed what his father said was right.

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

"Hey, who's there?"

"Mr. Berkeley, good morning, I am Eric Schroeder." Eric Schroeder smiled and quickly greeted George Berkeley on the phone.

"Haha, it turns out to be Mr. Schroeder. Good morning. You are indeed a decisive person." George Berkeley's chuckle came from the other end of the phone.

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

"..."

After a brief conversation, the call was hung up.

Eric Schroeder performed the trick of disappearing his smile instantly. He looked at the clock on the wall, and the time showed 7:42 in the morning.

"Let's go, there's still more than an hour before the stock market opens. Come with me to visit him!"

"Oh well."

"By the way, father, what was their announcement just now?"

Eric Schroeder, who had just walked to the door and picked up his coat to put it on, stopped for a moment. After looking at his son for a few seconds, he turned back again to straighten his clothes in the mirror.

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

"We have no choice!"

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

"Uh...ok dad!"

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

"Why……"

Looking at himself in the mirror, Eric Schroeder looked sad and let out a long sigh of reluctance...

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