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

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but look at Huang Feng secretly.

In his eyes, Huang Feng was a barbarian who took advantage of the chaos and tried to steal the great Kurdish heritage.

Sheld is also a Kurdish property. His ownership should always belong to the Kurds. How can it have anything to do with these yellow-skinned monkeys from China?

And now that Brown has publicly expressed his intention to vote for a new general manager of the company, he is even more overjoyed.

In his opinion, this is a good opportunity to stand out from Huang Feng.

As long as the newly appointed management is still theirs, they can completely manipulate the business strategy and daily operations of the company. In the end, while the company can survive, Huang Feng frowns at the miserable report.

The final result was that Huang Feng had to retire sadly, while Sheard continued to live well with Huang Feng's blood transfusion. Even when Huang Feng had just exited, he was caught off guard and took out a large amount of money that he didn't know where.

The old man believes that Brown and the others, as senior managers of Sheard, must have such abilities.

Thinking of this, the old man burst into laughter.

He began to look forward to Huang Feng's expression when he discovered everything he might discover in the future.

"Hmph, retreat is what barbarians deserve."

Although this expectation would only happen several years later, it didn't stop him from wanting to peek at Huang Feng's disappointed expression.

In any case, in his opinion, Brown had disrupted Huang Feng's original idea.

He was very happy to see this happen.

But the final result still disappointed him.

Huang Feng still maintained his original expression, watching Brown speak with interest.

"Pretentious."

The old man muttered, then sat back.

He took out his mobile phone from under the table and sent messages to his old friends sitting in the office one by one. He must not let anything slip at this critical moment.

After sending the message, he raised his head and saw the knowing eyes of his old friends.

Get it!

A smile appeared on the old man's face.

In contrast to the old man, there were the young people who had just spoken out against welcoming Jerry back.

In their view, Jerry is a representative of the decadent faction, and welcoming Jerry means returning to Sheard's original lifeless era, and they will never get ahead.

"Mr. Brown, I disagree..."

As soon as he was halfway through his words, he was interrupted by Brown:

"I'm sorry, sir, who are you? I don't remember seeing your face in the conference room."

After hearing Brown's question, the young man raised his chest and said proudly:

"I am Richard's son."

"Oh...Richard...it's him."

When the young man saw that Brown knew his father, his already high chest lifted a little higher.

"Isn't Richard the same mustache who carried my bag ten years ago? It seems like I have to remind him that it's time to pay attention to the education of the next generation."

"Little brat, this is a place for adults to discuss matters, not for you to mess around here."

However, the next moment Brown's cold voice sounded in the young man's ears.

Just as the young man was about to say something, he was pulled away by the people around him.

This is Brown, the second most powerful person in Sheard after Jerry, and the key is that the current big boss seems to have no intention of taking him down.

"So, Mr. Huang, what do you think of my proposal?"

After shutting up the ignorant young man with a few words, Brown raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Huang Feng with a smile.