Shenhao: Kill ten shops instantly with eight yuan at the beginning

Chapter 1570

He pinched John Rockefeller's seven inches! He didn't

believe that John Rockefeller would not agree.

Threat

! The threat of Chiguoguo!

If it had been any other time, John Rockefeller would have been furious and furious in the face of such a threat.

But now, instead of being angry, John D. Rockefeller was happy.

Thomas thought he knew everything and took the initiative.

But in reality he didn't know anything at all.

Of course, although he was happy in his heart, John Rockefeller was not ready to say it.

On the contrary, he deliberately creates a sense of anger that is threatened.

On

the self-cultivation of actors.

"Thomas, are you threatening me?" John

Rockefeller rebuked in an angry tone.

Threats?

Thomas did not shy away from it, and said with a faint smile: "Old John, look at what you said, we have been friends for many years, how could I threaten you?"

"I just want the same treatment as Mens Duroux." "

Old John, you're not going to refuse even this little request, are you?"

After a moment, John D. Rockefeller gritted his teeth and said

, "Okay!" "I promise you!"

On

the other end of the phone, Thomas clenched his fists hard, and his heart was even more excited.

Finally, it was finally done!

It was not in vain that he had spent so much effort.

"Happy working together!" "

Happy working together!"

Thomas was pleased, and so was John D. Rockefeller.

Even more excited than Thomas, John Rockefeller had a brighter smile on his face and a grin on his lips.

The whole person was enveloped in joy.

"Jingle bell~"

However, at this moment, a short mobile phone ringtone interrupted John Rockefeller's excitement.

When I took out my phone, it turned out to be Mens Duroux's number.

In an instant, John Rockefeller's eyes narrowed.

He had a strong premonition that Mens Duroux's call was most likely to "ask for credit".

But after a moment's hesitation, John Rockefeller pressed the answer button.

Invite credit, just invite credit, he doesn't care anyway.

"Hey, old John, how about this great gift I gave you?"

As soon as the phone was answered, before John Rockefeller could speak, the voice of Mens Duroux came from the phone.

How's it going?

Overall it's not bad.

Of course, John D. Rockefeller didn't intend to say it.

"Hehe..."

John Rockefeller smiled faintly and said, "Mens, you didn't say that.

"Don't think I don't know your mind, it's just that I don't want to have one more competitor.

"Help me, and you're helping yourself.

Hearing this, Mens Duroux smiled noncommittally.

Indeed, as John D. Rockefeller said, helping him is helping himself.

However, the credit that should be invited still has to be invited.

"Old John, at any rate, I've done you a great favor in this matter, won't you say something?"

said Mens Duroux with a smile.

"Mens, what do you want?" John

D. Rockefeller scolded.

"How about giving me another 5 percent of SMIC?"

"Goodbye..."

Without saying a word, John Rockefeller was about to hang up the phone.

Ten percent was already the limit of what he could tolerate.

Now Mens Duroux still wants him to hand over five percent, which is impossible.

"Wait..."

, but just before John D. Rockefeller was about to hang up, Mens Druux suddenly interrupted John Rockefeller's movements.

"Anything else?" said

John Rockefeller, surprised.

"There's something I've always wanted to ask you, old John.

"If I'm right, Thomas aside, you don't have any other allies besides me, do you?"

Mens Duroux's voice came from the phone into John Rockefeller's ears.

Suddenly

, John D. Rockefeller's little heart instantly rose to his throat.

The smile on his face faded and was replaced by a deep haze.

For a moment, he actually had a feeling of being seen through.

"What do you mean, Mens?" said

John Rockefeller.

"It's not interesting. "

It's just a matter of saying what I think.

Mens Duroux smiled faintly.

"Hehe..."

John Rockefeller smiled and said with a grim face: "Mens, if you think so, then I can tell you very responsibly."

"You guessed wrong.

"Although my Rockefeller consortium is not deep, it is not difficult to win over a few allies. "

Really?"

"Then I'm wrong.

"That's it, I still have something to do, hang up first...",

Mens Duru stopped trembling and hung up the phone directly.

Although John D. Rockefeller vehemently denied it, Mens Droux was firm in his heart.

The five allies that John Rockefeller spoke of did not exist at all.

He was the first to support John D. Rockefeller.

Therefore, John Rockefeller will not hesitate to use SMIC shares as a bargaining chip to tie him to the chariot.

As for John Rockefeller's purpose in doing this, it is very simple.

It is to shape him into a banner, a signboard to win over allies.

Thinking of this, a gleam flashed in Mens Duru's eyes.

With this advantage, he could have more out of John D. Rockefeller's hands.

On the other side....

John Rockefeller's eyes narrowed as he put down his phone.

At this moment, the original good mood has disappeared, replaced by a haze that envelops the whole body.

To be honest, John Rockefeller never dreamed that Mens Droux would directly guess his whole plan.

He was well aware that Mens Droux was not a simple man, though he had strenuously denied it.

But John Rockefeller was certain that Mens Droux had now decided he was bluffing.

He will definitely use this as a threat to further embezzle SMIC's shares.

"fuck!fuck!"

As soon as he thought of this, Rao was John Rockefeller, no matter how well he cultivated, he couldn't help but burst into a foul language.

At this moment, he really felt that he was being pinched by seven inches.

"No

!" "It can't go on like this!" In

just a moment, John D. Rockefeller made up his mind in his mind.

As the helmsman of the world's top consortium, the most taboo thing is to be pinched by "seven inches".

He's going to fight back!