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

"So our Rothschilds no longer have any armed forces in Iraq?"

"The chess piece we worked so hard to lay out, Victor, is now useless?"

A cold voice came from the phone.

Even though they were separated by a phone call, there was still an unparalleled power coming from them.

This is an aura that can only be cultivated by being accustomed to life and death. Just a sound can put huge pressure on people.

"Sir, this matter... I have an unshirkable responsibility."

Paulson was lying on the ground, sweat dripping down his back, and a look of fear on his face.

Although his husband is not around now, he does not dare to neglect at all.

After all, you never know where your husband’s spy may be hiding in any corner around you.

"He" may be a beautiful lady you met by chance yesterday, or a cook who has served you for many years, or even his wife who has been lying beside your bed for half your life.

The gentleman is omnipotent, the gentleman knows everything.

This is the consensus of the entire Rothschild.

No one questions it, no one disobeys it.

This is the prestige accumulated by Rothschild's hidden master who has been in power to influence the global situation for many years.

But now, he clearly felt that his husband was really angry this time.

It has long been known to everyone that the United States is trying to invade Iraq.

Every time there is a war, great profits will be made. Rothschild, who made his fortune by betting on wars, certainly knows this truth.

This time Rothschild is betting on the armed forces of Iraq.

Once the war starts, their mercenary regiments can cooperate with the American army and seize the opportunity to plunder Iraqi assets while the war is in chaos.

As for other Iraqi forces that had been bribed in advance, they were more likely to add fuel to the flames, and their ultimate fate was to become one of Rothschild's many puppets.

But now, due to the emergence of the gun ban, the Iraqi mercenaries have actually begun to disappear, and Rothschild's plan will essentially come to nothing.

This makes Mr. not angry.

Just when Paulson was thinking about how to explain to his husband, his cold voice sounded again.

"So...why don't you pass the responsibility on to Bella?"

Paulson trembled after hearing this.

"Subordinate... I don't dare. I have always been responsible for the affairs of Iraq. Bella just happened to be in Iraq."

"Even if she didn't do well, it was because I didn't bring her back in time that I made such a big mistake."

"And the final disaster was also due to the sudden action of the Sirius mercenary group. There is no evidence to prove that it is related to Bella. It is my fault."

"The responsibility is mine!"

Paulson still lowered his head, not daring to take a breath.

He understands that even if everyone now knows that everything that is happening in Iraq is the result of Bella's wanton behavior, no one except Mr. is qualified to blame Bella.

Bella is extremely arrogant, Bella is arrogant, and Bella is reckless, but all of these are nothing compared to the words that she is her husband's favorite daughter.

And the reason why Bella is able to do this is precisely because of her husband's connivance.

To accuse Bella is tantamount to disobeying Mr.

"It's good to know. You don't need to interfere with the affairs of Iraq later, leave it to Charlemagne."

Charlemagne is Paulson's younger brother. He is ambitious and has been trying to seize power from Paulson.

"Yes, sir."

Paulson lowered his head, trying his best to hide the unwillingness in his eyes.

"Okay, you can go out...call Bella to come in."

"it is good."

Paulson lowered his head and quickly left the room.

Soon, a tall and enchanting figure walked into the room.