The world's richest man: I am a stock god

The voice of the team leader also came at the right time:

"Mr. Huang Feng, when we came to pick you up, we encountered several Kurds who behaved sneakily, so we arrested them."

"and……"

When the team leader said this, his expression was a little strange:

"They want to see you by name."

Huang Feng was stunned.

Originally, he thought these people were going to do something with Amir.

Because according to the information he had obtained before and the performance of Amir just now, in his heart, Asa and Amir of Murire were already on the same team.

According to the words of the leader of the convoy, it seems that there is something hidden.

"What else did he say?"

The leader of the convoy heard Huang Feng's question and said honestly:

"After he heard that we were with you, he said that Amir's side was a trap and told you not to go there. They are the ones who really want to trade."

"They... seem..." the convoy leader paused, as if he was considering his words: "They seem to be afraid of any setbacks in the deal with you."

When Huang Feng heard this, a smile appeared on his lips.

He seemed to understand something.

Amir's gangsterism today was completely a simple personal act, and it was not even an act from his position as the general manager of Gurel.

There is someone behind him!

It was because of the instructions from the people behind him that he did this unnatural behavior.

After Huang Feng figured this out, he felt a little better.

Before, he really started to doubt whether his method was really inappropriate.

Whether you are conducting business activities in Iraq, there is no need to consider commercial matters at all.

And now the appearance of Murire's visitor convinced him that it was just an emergency.

After thinking about this, Huang Feng returned to his original high-spirited self.

"Bring them here, I have something to ask them."

Gurel Factory.

Amir, who had been arrogant just now, was talking on the phone and enduring the thunderous anger on the other end of the phone.

Drops of cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

Cumberland's voice on the other end of the phone was almost an undisguised roar, and it was entirely conceivable that he would be furious at this time.

"Amir, what did you do? I asked you to contact them so that you could find a way to get more money from them. I didn't ask you to scare them all away!"

Amir is trembling here:

"But you clearly said you don't need to be too polite to these people. You still have to keep some stocks in your hands. I followed your instructions."

The other person on the phone became even more angry when he heard this:

"Of course you can't give them all the stocks, but at least you have to give them some sweeteners. I didn't ask you to drive them away directly like this!"

Amir felt aggrieved: "But this is how I usually treat other people. When did we Kurds need to be so aggrieved and begging for help?"

Cumberland said angrily:

"That's different. Those who usually come into contact with you are begging for our oil. Now we need others to provide us with working capital. At this juncture, every processing plant is very important to me. I need their production capacity. , production capacity, do you know?!”

"With no ownership and no production capacity, those old guys can use excuses to drive me out of office at any time. What I need now is to get the factory running and temporarily sell some shares. I can accept it!"

"You, you... please invite them back quickly!"

Cumberland was too anxious, and when he said this, his voice stuttered.