Nauritius City…
Jasper went to a western restaurant according to the location on his mobile phone. Once he entered, he was led to a remote corner by the waiter.
Sitting in front of him was Paulson.
“Laine, according to your routine, you should have just finished dinner. Why don’t you have a cup of coffee?” Paulson always had a smile on his face, which made it hard to understand what he was truly thinking.
“Of course.” Jasper responded with a small smile.
“What? Are you surprised to see me?” Paulson held the cup and spoke to him calmly.
Jasper replied with a smile, “A little.” He then ordered a cup of coffee.
“If you don’t go back with Soros now, aren’t you afraid they will think you‘re cooperating with me?” Jasper asked.
The United States was so nervous right now that they had prohibited Jasper from entering the United States stock market for three years. The purpose was to keep Jasper from feeling pleased with himself there, but Paulson stayed here and did not leave immediately.
“It‘s nothing. It’s normal for old friends to meet up. Aren’t we old friends?”
It seemed that the other party was even more thick-skinned than Jasper for saying this. Then again, Jasper did not think Paulson has stayed on here after the mission to banter with him.
“You’re still a Rothschild at the end of the day, and I’m not arrogant enough to think that a world-class consortium will want to be allied with me.”
Paulson looked at him with a nonchalant smile.
“At the moment, no JW Group is neither too big nor small for the consortium, but it is not yet a threat to the Rothschilds. However, it is still early to decide whether you will be friend or foe in the future.”
The two sentences clearly distinguished their current relationship.
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