Chapter 1277 The Great War (Twenty)

"damn it!!!"

Ross threw the phone to the ground angrily.

There is obviously a chance to win!

Obviously as long as John Loefeller sacrifices some interests, he can achieve all-round victory for the foundation and win the coveted Daxia market! ! !

But John Loefeller had no awareness of being a founder at all, and only thought about his family interests!

At this time, Ross's doorbell rang.

Bahuite was brought over by the servants.

"How is your discussion with Mr. Roefeller going?" Bahuite asked.

"That damn Loefeller is still a fucking god! Let him sacrifice some interests, and he won't even die!

I promised to share all the profits and Hongmeng Club’s assets with him afterwards! What else is he dissatisfied with? "

Ross said excitedly.

"Stop complaining. Mr. Roefeller has his own concerns, which is understandable." Bahuite sighed.

"No! I've finally come this far, and I'm finally going to win. I can't just give up!"

Ross gritted his teeth and word after word came out from between his teeth.

"What are you going to do?" Bahuite asked.

"Help me! Come with me to find the other main gods of the foundation and let them take action!"

Ross said firmly: "As long as the other main gods take action together, even John Roefeller will have to agree."

"..."

Bahuite was silent.

He didn't know if it was right to persist like this.

Things have slowly developed in a direction that he cannot control and predict.

"What? Do you want to watch Chen Mo win?"

Ross spat excitedly: "We led the top 300 traders and held 10 trillion in capital, but we were defeated by Chen Mo. What will people in the financial world say about us in the future?"

"This battle will definitely be recorded in financial history!"

"If we lose, what do you think future generations will think of us?"

Bahuite's body trembled, seemingly moved.

"Bahuite, listen to me! As long as we can persuade the other chief gods of the foundation to take action, the Loefeller family's oil company will definitely be able to stop production!"

"In that case, we still have a big advantage against Chen Mo. Even if the price doesn't get too high, I'm sure it can stay above 150!"

Ross clapped his excited hands on Bahuite and stared at him with firm eyes: "Help me this time! Please!"

Bahuite took a deep breath and nodded slowly: "Actually, I don't want it to end like this."

"let's go."

Ross breathed a sigh of relief and said loudly: "Butler, prepare the car!"

The two of them took advantage of the darkness and the biting cold wind to arrive at the manor of the first god, Solomon Rosicchild, in Saint-Lodu before dawn.

The security of this manor is very tight, with high technology, top special warrior bodyguards, and 24/7 patrol hounds...

As soon as the two people approached this place, they were immediately stopped in the car.

They searched the two people inside and out to confirm that there was no danger.

"I'm Ross, a member of the foundation. I came to Mr. Rossicheld to discuss something important." Ross said.

"Wait."

The leading security guard said coldly.

About three minutes later, the two were let into the manor.

In a European-style palace building in the manor, I saw the most powerful person in the foundation and the founder who first proposed the core development concept for the foundation - the first main god "Financial Tyrant" Solomon Rosicchild!

The 78-year-old Solomon Rosicchild still looks as energetic as a 50-year-old middle-aged man.

"My time is precious, let's get straight to the point." Solomon Rosicheld said calmly.

Ross knew that this financial tyrant hated other people talking nonsense, so he briefly described what happened.

"Dear Mr. Rossicheld, we need your help! Please help us persuade Mr. Loefeller to stop production!"

Ross said, bowing deeply towards Solomon Rossicheld.

Solomon Rosicchild frowned deeply: "The foundation sent a chief god and 300 top traders to help you, and also gave you the 10 trillion that Shang Ying collected from the Elders' Pavilion. You actually ended up like this. How's it going?"

Ross and Bahuite both lowered their heads in shame.

With so many trump cards, it’s really not easy to be suppressed like this.

"Lofeller has his own considerations, and using the name of the foundation to pressure him to sacrifice his interests is not in line with our principles.

I'll let it go. Anyway, it's those Daxia people who are losing money. "

Solomon Rothschild doesn't care.

"No! Mr. Rossicheld, don't you understand yet?"

"Chen Mo has grown to the point where he can't even defeat a main god and 10 trillion in capital!"

"Many people in the circle are now spreading rumors that if Chen Mo is given another 10 years, his Hongmeng will replace the foundation and truly achieve our goal of financial hegemony!"

Ross excitedly waved his fists and spit:

"How many years has it been since I started shorting Hong Kong stocks to now?"

"How long did it take for Chen Mo to go from having nothing to being worth a trillion dollars now?"

"The foundation's apostles went to snipe Chen Mo, and then what? The entire army was wiped out!"

"Now the main god has begun to collapse! If Chen Mo is given another chance, what will happen next?"

"Mr. Solomon Rothschild!!! Please open your eyes and see! The Foundation is facing the biggest enemy in history!!!"

After listening to Ross's impassioned remarks.

Solomon Rothchild was silent.

He frowned and lowered his head in thought.

A few seconds later…

"Butler, contact other gods!"

Solomon Rosicchild said lightly.