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"So, your price tag is not enough!" Trafford said: "If, if you can give me 6% of the profits, I think I can risk offending the Rothschild family and help you manufacture .”

This time, Trafford wasn't bragging.

If John Rockefeller was willing to give him [-]% of the profits, he would agree even at the risk of offending the Rothschild family.

Sixty percent of the profit is enough to make it crazy.

As for the Rothschild family?
As long as the price is high enough.

Even God, his old man Trafford dared to offend.

Sixty percent?

Ha ha……

It's really dark enough.

The corners of John Rockefeller's mouth twitched wildly.

If he gave [-]% of the profits to Ford, what money would he make?

"Mr. Ford, don't you think your price is too high?"

John Rockefeller said with a smile.

"Mr. John, I also took a big risk."

"It looks like we have nothing to talk about." John Rockefeller picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, got up and left.

Trafford: ? ? ?
Is this gone?

The script is wrong!
"Mr. John, stay!"

He quickly stopped John Rockefeller.

"Mr. Ford, don't rush to leave. We can talk about the price slowly."

Trafford said with a smile: "Mr. John, please sit down, please sit down, let's talk..."

talk?
Let's talk then.

This time, John Rockefeller was not in a hurry.

He wants to create an attitude of negotiating in good faith.

To further confuse Rothschild Ammann's sights.

"Mr. Ford, tell me, what is your minimum?" John Rockefeller said with a smile.

"5 million!"

"Mr. John, you know, my risk is also very high, and after adding labor costs and various expenses, 5 is my bottom line."

"3 million!"

"4.5"

"3 million!"

"4 million!"

"3 million!"

"..."

Trafford was going crazy.

This fucking old John Rockefeller thing is a piece of shit.

He killed 3 people, absolutely let go.

"Whoo~"

Trafford took a long breath, regained his composure, and then said word by word: "Mr. John, if you are only willing to pay 3 yuan, I think our cooperation may not be possible."

"3.5 million!"

John Rockefeller started raising prices.

Trafford:! ! !
coming!

Sure enough, John Rockefeller still couldn't give up Ford.

"5 million!"

"4 million!"

"5 million!"

"4.5 million!"

This time, the script is directly reversed.

John D. Rockefeller became the bidder, and Trafford became the stickler.

Uh……

"It seems that we can't reach an agreement, Mr. Ford, thank you for your hospitality."

John Rockefeller got up slowly while talking, then greeted Charlie, turned and left.

"Charlie, let's go..."

Trafford: ? ? ?
Wait, why is the script different from what he thought.

By rights, shouldn't John Rockefeller be, blah, blah, blah?
Why did you leave?
"Mr. John, stay a while..."

"President Ford, don't send..."

Before Ford could speak, John Rockefeller left the room.

Trafford: ? ? ?
Damn, what's going on?