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

Cumberland looked at the excited people below with a gloomy expression.

He suddenly had the urge to let all the guards rush up, pick up their machine guns and shoot them down.

The scene must be beautiful, just like the fireworks feast at the New Year's party.

But he can't.

He didn't dare to attack these people.

Because they represent not only individuals at this moment, but also the forces behind them.

Taking action against these people means declaring war on the forces behind them.

Rothschild, and the Freemasons behind it, may not be afraid of the hatred of these forces.

But he is afraid.

He is just an agent pushed to the front by Rothschild.

Even if he helps Rothschild gain enough benefits in the end, his fate will still be used as a bargaining chip to appease the anger of these forces.

Thinking of this, Cumberland felt a deep sadness.

Iraq is a piece of fat, and the oil here attracts far more attention than just the United States, but also other countries.

They all want to participate in this feast. Even if the largest piece of meat is destined to be taken away by the United States, they will still fight for the remaining land.

And now, the Kurds are in their sights.

"The matter hasn't reached the final stage yet, are you so impatient?"

Cumberland looked at everyone with a sneer, his expression became ferocious, and he continued to ask:

"Have you forgotten how I called on others to follow me and overthrow my father?"

"Behind me stands Rothschild! Stands the Freemason!"

Cumberland's voice was loud and clear, and he stared at everyone.

This was the first time that he spoke openly about his background. He even talked about the Freemasonry with a tiger flag. In the past, even though everyone knew who was standing behind Cumberland, Cumberland never said it directly.

Because this means that he admits that he is controlled by other forces, which will affect his prestige.

After all, it’s one thing to do something and another thing to say it.

But now, he has no other choice.

If Rothschild's reputation is not used to suppress these people now, he is afraid that he will be directly pulled out of office by these people.

The fate he will face at that time will be far worse than Bartimu and Robbins who are currently locked in the dungeon.

Perhaps Cumberland's intimidation had an effect, and the voices of the people who had just been furious gradually became quieter.

"Then I'll give you one last chance, ten days. We are only willing to give you ten days."

"Cumberland, I hope you will seize these ten days, otherwise I think the next time we see you will be in the dungeon."

"If you can't solve our crisis within ten days, even Rothschild can't save you. After all, you, Cumberland, are not the only one who can cooperate with Rothschild."

……

Cumberland listened to these people's threats with a disdainful smile on his lips.

They are all useless things. I mentioned Rothschild casually and you got cold feet. Just like that, you still want to overthrow me.

While Cumberland was thinking, he looked at Elder Ste, who had been keeping silent since everyone protested:

"Elder Ste, what else do you have in mind now?"

Sturt stared at Cumberland with a sullen face.

"Cumberland, I have nothing to say. Since everyone agrees to give you ten more days, let me see what splash you can make in just ten days."

"I hope you don't disappoint me."

After saying these words, Elder Ste turned around and left neatly.

Cumberland looked at Ste's retreating figure, murderous intent gradually filling his eyes.

This old immortal is all the leader, otherwise how could these losers dare to rebel against me!