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Chapter 650 Not Partners, But Enemies! (First Update!)

With differing opinions, the atmosphere became very subtle. Adria looked at Soros beside him. They were both investment giants and Jewish, so in terms of faith, they were practically of the same race. However, Soros preferred to manipulate other people's currency and destroy them.

His gaze left Soros and quickly fell on Karl across from him.

Upon seeing this man, Adria's eyes blazed with fury: Carl von Guttenberg.

This bastard is German. During World War II, these guys were the ones who provided funding behind the German government, enabling it to recruit soldiers and then persecute Jews so ruthlessly.

Karl saw the anger in his eyes, smiled, and asked him, "Mr. Adria, where are your parents?"

One sentence made Adria, who was sitting in a wheelchair, suddenly stand up and want to pounce on the other party, but Karl was quick to react and quickly controlled the wheelchair to move backward, widening the distance between the two.

After pulling it open, he didn't forget to continue his sarcasm: "A medical miracle!"

Why didn't your parents have such a medical miracle back then?

"Your expression is off! You want to kill me? Come on, I'm sitting right here, go ahead and kill me!"

When his parents were mentioned again, Adria completely lost his temper, but because of his advanced age and years of using a wheelchair, he had little strength in his legs and could only sit back in his wheelchair and maneuver it to attack Karl.

Soros, standing between the two, couldn't stand it any longer and tapped the ground with his cane: "Alright, everyone knows what's going on, stop making a scene!"

"Now, Adria, if you want to cooperate, then tell me all the conditions that China has given you."

"At least, let us have some idea of ​​what's going on."

After waiting for so long, Adria was just waiting for these few words, waiting for these people to speak first. Only when they spoke first could she take the lead.

He didn't rush to speak, but instead scanned everyone present with a scrutinizing gaze before slowly and deliberately saying:
"Their requirement is simple: a $50 billion investment!"

"Cash flow investment!"

"That's exactly why I contacted you!"

The moment the figure of $50 billion was uttered, the audience erupted in uproar.

There's a saying that even landlords don't have surplus grain. The groups and financial institutions controlled by these people have annual profits of tens of billions.

Even so, it would be very troublesome and critical for them to use $50 billion in liquid funds.

While reflecting on the situation, Soros and the others focused their attention on Adria.

Judging from this guy's reaction, he probably agreed to the condition, which means he may have already seen the so-called potion!
Having figured this out, curiosity naturally crept into their eyes.

Soros sat to the side, his gaze scrutinizing.

Carl was more direct, asking straight to the point: "Have you seen that thing?"

"I've seen the video!" Adria didn't mince words, explaining directly:

"It's a video of them injecting drugs, featuring their own people as well as people from their Northwest region, those minority groups with Aryan ancestry."

"Judging from their reactions, this drug does exist. However, those without Aryan blood will experience more pain when using it."

As soon as he finished speaking, several wealthy people present turned pale.

Because these people do not have Aryan blood.

The remaining people, those with Aryan blood, beamed with joy at this moment, and their previously hunched chests straightened up.

Their actions made the faces of those who did not have Aryan blood even darker.

Adria observed all of this, and after a long while, he said calmly, "They have solved the problem, and all that is needed is a strong will to use this potion."

His words left the people around him speechless.

What does it mean that all you need is a strong will to use this drug?

Shit!

If those people present had strong willpower, they wouldn't be here; they should be facing death with equanimity.

If you can't even face death, how can you claim to have a strong will?

fart!

After cursing under their breath, the group's attention returned to the $50 billion.

This is too expensive.

Even though most of the people present were founders of wealthy families, they couldn't just pull out $50 billion with a single sentence.

Just as they were racking their brains, preparing to find another way and use other costs to replace the so-called $50 billion, Adria's butler rushed into the room and whispered a few words in Adria's ear.

The wealthy Jewish man looked up and said, "The negotiations in Al-Na are over!"

"His condition was a $30 billion chemical complex!"

One sentence was enough to ignite the emotions at the scene.

The group of people who had been having a heated discussion quickly distanced themselves from each other and looked at each other with strange expressions.

Noticing the change in these people, Adria's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

Just minutes before, they could still call each other allies.

But now, this relationship needs to be questioned.

Koch Industries' foundation is petrochemicals, and China needs the petrochemical industry. Therefore, they are willing to lower their requirements, only needing Koch Industries to invest $30 billion to build a petrochemical base.

Those medicines can then be given to him.

The group of people present at the scene had some overlapping businesses.

That means whoever uses these industries first to make demands on China is likely to gain the upper hand.

Seeing the situation becoming increasingly awkward, Adria quickly spoke up, reminding everyone present: "Everyone, you need to understand, we only need to obtain one copy of the drug to conduct reverse engineering research on it."

"If we succeed, we can save a lot of money."

"There are a dozen or so people here, which adds up to hundreds of billions of dollars in cash flow."

"Gentlemen, we should be allies and partners, not competitors."

"It's getting late, everyone should go back and get some rest. You can also use this time to think things through."

He offered a way out, and the group of people present took advantage of this and left one by one.

Finally, only Soros and Adria remained in the room.

Soros stood up, put his hat on his head, leaned on his cane, and walked out with his butler. After a few steps, he turned back and said:
“Mr. Adria, I need to remind you that this country has a history of thousands of years of scheming and intrigue.”

"Perhaps everything you've experienced today was within their expectations, or rather, it was all going according to their plan."

After reminding Adria, Soros turned around and, supported by the butler, walked out of the room step by step with his cane.

As night fell, gazing at the not-so-full moon in the sky, he whispered an instruction to the butler:

"Tomorrow morning, contact the Chinese business department and schedule a time. I want to speak with them personally." The butler remained silent, and receiving no response, Soros turned back. As he did, the butler's voice rang out:

“When you asked me to cancel my appointment with them, they said they wouldn’t be accepting new appointments for the next two days.”

"The two days they mentioned is just a rough estimate. It may mean that no new appointments will be accepted within 48 hours, or it may mean that no appointments will be accepted after that."

These words gave Soros a headache. He slapped his forehead and then turned around: "Let's go find Alna and see that redneck."

…………

In the hotel where Alna was staying, this old man, as withered as a dead tree, was on the phone, talking to his son Charles.

"I have already reached an agreement with the Chinese side to establish a comprehensive chemical industrial complex here."

"The project is divided into five phases. The first three phases will start simultaneously, with an investment of $600 million in each phase. The last two phases will start six months after the first three phases."

"I will send you the relevant list later. Have someone prepare so that once the agreement is signed, you can send someone over immediately and transfer the funds."

"Don't worry, who am I, your father?"

"This world is inherently about scheming against each other; in the end, it's all about who can outsmart whom!"

"Partners? You mean Soros and his group?"

"They are not partners, they are enemies!"

"Whether from a religious or business perspective, they are enemies."

"You need to understand, this is a gene enhancement drug."

"It's something many people dream of."

"If we get the medicine first, we can start reverse engineering first. If we succeed, we will have gained an advantage outside of China."

“If we use this as bait, we can make those who are wavering between the Democrats and Republicans completely switch to the Republican Party.”

"We can also completely control the Republican Party."

"When a Republican is elected president, the president gains power and everyone else benefits."

“We can then use them to completely control America, and then we can promote this to the whole world.”

"Kid, don't even mention a mere 30 billion US dollars, even 3000 billion US dollars is a small matter."

Charles fell silent on the other end of the phone, clearly contemplating the pros and cons.

A few minutes later, Charles's voice came through: "Father, rest assured, I have already compiled a list of the chemical products that China is lacking."

"This time, we're building a chemical complex, and it'll come in handy."

"I'll hang up now, I need to get ready."

"Don't hang up yet!" Alna quickly called out to Charles, urging him not to hang up. Before Charles could speak, Alna quickly explained:

"Besides preparing the funds, there's one more thing you need to do!"

"I will give you a list later. The people on this list are all people who have come to China and want to seek longevity."

"What you need to do is to match the names on this list with the names of the people on it and contact their families."

After a brief pause, Alna spoke in an extremely low voice:

"Tell their families about the associated costs, and it would be best to get them to start fighting for the inheritance right now."

“If they start making a scene, the guys on the list can get lost.”

"You mainly need to do these two things!"

"It's late, get some rest."

After saying everything that needed to be said and giving a few more instructions, Alner hung up the call with his son Charles.

Afterwards, with Weiss's help, he went to bed to rest.

…………

Wichita, Kansas.

Charles held his phone, his mind replaying the words his father had just spoken.

He repeated those words in his mind several times, then lowered his head and said to himself in a very soft voice, "Father, you probably don't know, but I've been a manager for 40 years."

After saying this, Charles was about to call his subordinates to ask them to send over the relevant reports when his phone suddenly rang.

It was an unfamiliar number calling.

He didn't answer immediately because the number on his phone was his personal number.

Apart from family and friends, no one else knows this number.

At this crucial moment, who will call you?

Maybe it was a typo.

With this thought in mind, Charles casually answered the phone: "Hello, this is Kansas Telecom. How can I help you?"

“Mr. Charles, I apologize for bothering you, but I feel it is necessary to inform you of this matter.”

The voice on the other end of the phone was not very gentle; it immediately revealed Charles's identity.

Before Charles could respond, the other person spoke up again:

“We just received news that your father, Mr. Arna Koch, is planning to invest $30 billion in China to build a chemical complex.”

"According to the disclosed information, the products of this chemical complex conflict with your company's current products."

"He's doing this to cut you off..."

Charles sneered inwardly and hung up the phone. He then stared blankly at the disconnected number on his phone screen. His father was right; these people in China were not allies, but enemies.

I just don't know if they're making these calls to each other.

Having figured this out, Charles's expression became somewhat strained.

Because he now really wants to transform into a ruthless messenger, and then take the phone and call all the wealthy people's relatives, eldest sons, eldest daughters, and eldest nephews one by one.

Tell these people that someone is eyeing their elderly parents' retirement savings, and if their companies want to continue operating, the most important thing to do now is to stop their fathers' activities.

We must stop it, and we must stop it as soon as possible. Otherwise, once all that money has been invested, they will get less.

With this wicked sense of humor, Charles picked up his phone and called his subordinates, telling them to be quick and bring the things over.

Half an hour later, his subordinates provided a detailed report based on the list Charles had provided.

With the information in hand, Charles transformed into a telemarketer, frantically making calls to the numbers listed in the document.

(End of this chapter)