Reborn as the richest man in India

Qiao Ge originally wanted to explain, but seeing Wal-Mart speaking out, he let the other party continue.

"It's from Pandit Foreign Trade Company," Wal-Mart said.

"So what?" Gopalan looked at Wal-Mart coldly. In his opinion, Wal-Mart was trying to make excuses for Qiao Ge.

"Those who sold in large quantities before were all their people." Seeing that Gopalan didn't react, Govalmar couldn't help but continue to explain, "Yesterday's 100,000 bales and the 50,000 bales in the morning were all."

Gopalan's expression changed slightly.

Of course, he was not a fool. He immediately realized the problem and understood what Wal-Mart was referring to.

"They want to disrupt the market?" Gopalan asked.

"The more panic people have, the more eager they are to sell the cotton in their hands. If prices fall again and again, it will be time for them to secretly purchase goods." Qiao Ge said.

"What a bastard." Gopalan cursed.

He believed what Qiao Ge said because he saw the scene just now with his own eyes.

Would a normal person sell cotton at such a low price?

Even if they are eager to withdraw funds, if they borrow cotton as collateral at this price, I believe someone will take over. They can borrow a similar amount of rupees, or even more.

So isn't the purpose of selling it to Qiao Ge obvious?

That is to exhaust Qiao Ge's funds so that he can no longer purchase cotton from small merchants, thereby creating greater panic. After that, these large merchants can secretly sweep the goods for greater profits.

Gopalan hated these rich people who were cruel and cruel, especially now that he had personally witnessed this scene, it was unbearable.

"Everyone listen to me." Gopalan jumped directly to the table where Qiaogo was signing the contract and shouted at the people present.

His actions surprised everyone present, wondering what this guy with a press card wanted to do.

"Everyone, stop selling cotton and go back." Gopalan said loudly.

But the people present did not appreciate his words and asked him to come down one after another. They still had to sign a contract with Qiao Ge to sell cotton.

Naturally, Gopalan would not give up easily. He continued to shout: "You have all been fooled by Pandit's group. It is not that they are not optimistic about the future cotton price trend and ship, but they are too optimistic about the future cotton price trend." Only if the price is high will we ship in large quantities.”

"What are you talking about, you bastard?"

"Get out of here, what you said is so contradictory, get out of here."

Indeed, Gopalan's words are very contradictory. Since he is optimistic about the future price of cotton, why should he still ship it?

Shouldn't we keep the cotton well and sell it when the time comes?

However, Gopalan's words still attracted the attention of many people, and they wanted to hear what Gopalan said next.

"As a reporter, editor-in-chief and president of Big News, I, News Gopalan, assure you that what I say is true. I just hope that everyone can calm down and listen to what I have to say." Gopalan Continue shouting.

The people below fell silent.

Qiao Ge sighed secretly.

He knew that the person who was making noise just now was not shocked by Gopalan's three identities, but by his surname, Gopalan.

Just like that day at the Khedala police station, the surname Gopalan stands for Brahmin.

It has to be said that the current caste system still has a very large impact.

Most of the people present were Vaishyas, Sudras and other lower castes. When faced with the highest-ranking Brahmin, they did not dare to collide.

Many people's faces were even filled with uneasiness because they had just scolded the noble Brahmin.

Gopalan didn't care about this. Seeing that everyone calmed down, he began to explain to them: "They just want to create panic. But they didn't expect that Mr. Gupta's funds were so abundant that they had to stop again and again." They came here to ship large quantities of goods in order to deplete Mr. Gupta’s funds. When Mr. Gupta’s funds are exhausted...”

Gopalan carefully explained the secret to everyone.

In fact, in normal times, as long as everyone calms down, they can probably see through it, but now everyone is dominated by panic and can't think so much at all. All they can think about is selling the cotton quickly to avoid losing less.

Qiao Ge secretly admired from the side that the status of a high caste is still very useful. If a person from a low caste came up and said this, he would definitely be kicked down and even beaten.

"We must strongly condemn these profiteers and black-hearted businessmen, and let these shameless bastards pay the price..." Gopalan stood on the table and breathed out the fragrance.

This made the people below dumbfounded. He was a noble Brahmin.

However, Gopalan's words ignited raging anger in their hearts. Indeed, Pandit and others were so abominable.

They have come to their senses now. How can they ship like this? Even if they want to escape, they cannot accept this low price.

It can only be said that Pandit and the others came here to ruin the situation at a low price.

"Mr. Gopalan, the truth may not be what you think." A reporter said.

"Yes, this is just your guess. What if the cotton price continues to fall? What will happen to everyone's losses?" Another reporter said from the side.

Two reporters were present at the same time and echoed.

"It's just a few of them. They must be the people hired by Pandit. They are the ones who made trouble in the newspaper yesterday, took dirty money, and helped Pandit and others speak out against their conscience." Gopalan shouted.

"You are so slanderous~~ah~~"

Before the reporter finished speaking, Gopalan jumped down from the table and rushed towards him.

Gopalan kicked him to the ground and punched him in the face.

Originally, this guy was tall and strong, and Gopalan was no match for him.

But Gopalan jumped down from the table, condescendingly, and suddenly the other party was completely unprepared.

Also, Gopalan is a Brahmin. The beaten reporter did not dare to fight back and could only hold his head in his hands and beg for mercy.

"Fight, beat these bastards to death..." The emotions of the small merchants nearby were suddenly triggered, and they caught the reporters who had just retorted and beat them severely.

There was chaos and screams.

The police outside quickly rushed in, waving their lifting sticks and beating the people away.

The reporters were miserable and seriously injured. They were lying on the ground rolling and wailing.

The police seemed not to have seen Gopalan, the instigator of the beating.

Qiao Ge knew very well that the inspector must have warned them that Gopalan was not so easy to mess with.

"As journalists, we must adhere to professional ethics and report truthfully. We should not be bribed by those rich bastards." Gopalan looked at the other reporters present and named them one by one, "I know what newspaper you are from. of, Bombay Daily News, Bombay Morning News, Maharashtra Times..."

Then he said to the small merchants present: "If today's truthful reports are not reported in these newspapers tomorrow, then they are not worthy of being journalists. The newspapers are also helping others to do evil. They are in the same group with those black-hearted guys. We must not forgive them lightly." .”

"Yes, if their newspapers don't reveal those guys' conspiracy tomorrow, I will burn down their newspaper office building."

"Yes, burn them, what use are they for?"

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