David Solomon's eyes rolled, "fuxk, someone must have pulled him out of the gambling table."

John Waldron raised his eyebrows: "Who? Aren't all China's think tanks filled with our people?"

"Not a think tank, but definitely a wise person."

David Solomon slammed his hands on the table and roared: "We must find out and eliminate this unstable factor, just like our last strategic cooperation with Huaxia Bank, mother fuxk, a woman named 'Gong' ruined us."

Good thing."

"Not only that, but also soybeans, 8 million tons of soybeans turned into 4 million tons, and..."

John Waldron listed them one by one, and the masterminds behind the scenes were “too numerous to list”!

Boom, boom, suddenly there was lightning and thunder in the sky outside the building.

A ray of thunder flashed, illuminating the face of David and Solomon, who was uncertain:

"Check! Check thoroughly! We must find out who it is!"
Chapter completed!