It was George Thomas’s number.
Almost instantly, the call was answered, and from the other end came George’s voice, “Young Master, what are your instructions?”
“Investigate Prime Harvest Group. I want them bankrupt in ten minutes!” said Philip faintly.
“That’s a small matter,” George answered easily, but then he quickly said, “Young Master, this Prime Harvest Group seems to be doing well, so I’d suggest that you buy it instead. It’s not very expensive too. Their worth on the market now would be… three hundred million. You just have to spend three hundred million to buy them over.”
George’s suggestion sounded really good. If he had to destroy a corporation, why not buy it over instead and own it? That way, no one would lose their jobs, and it would be good to keep the market stable.
“Alright then, buy it over. Have Lewis Larson come to the dessert shop opposite of Millennium Amusement Park this instant,” said Philip calmly. “One other thing, I want you to send three hundred million in cash, by car to the dessert shop.” When he said this, Philip glanced coldly at Leon.
“Young Master, it would be tough to get three hundred million cash in such a short amount of time,” said George.
“How long will you need?”
“Half an hour.”
“No, send it over in fifteen minutes. If you can’t do that, I won’t inherit the family business,” said Philip, and he hung up immediately after that.
In the now quiet dessert shop, a burst of mad laughter rang all of a sudden.
Leon was trembling from laughing too much as he stared at Philip with a mocking expression. “You’re really an idiot. Are you trying to be an actor? Are you going to buy my company with three hundred million dollars in cash? Can you be any funnier?”
Leon gave up. This guy did not make sense. Did he know what three hundred million dollars in cash were? Did he know what complicated procedures it would require to cash out three hundred million dollars? And he wanted it in fifteen minutes. Bullsh*t! He could not even pick out a better excuse when acting.
“It’s not your fault that you’re poor. But it’s a mistake for acting in front of me.” Leon chuckled freely. “Have you ever seen money? Did you know that you have to make a reservation in advance, even for three million cash? You must have gone mad from being so poor!”
However, Philip only quietly looked at Leon, not saying a word. This brat was really arrogant. Philip was wondering what his reaction would be like when he saw the money later.
Leon wanted to leave. Today, his goal was to confess to Silvia, so he had no time for any nonsense with an idiot.
“Holy sh*t! What’s happening? There are armored cars and SWAT police.”
“Oh dear, what happened?”
“There are around thirty cars. If each car carried ten million, wouldn’t there be at least three hundred million in cash here?”
The crowd went into an uproar. Many people were taking photos and sharing them on their social media.
How shocking! It was a rare scene in the country! And this scene was also noticed by Leon, who was inside the dessert shop. His phone had been streaming it the whole time.
In an instant, his live room went viral! His fame rate had shot up to millions in popularity!
Just what the f*ck is going on? Leon was dumbstruck. His whole body was shaking, but his final ounce of willfulness had supported him as he stood up to stare, shocked, at Philip as he asked in disbelief, “Are you the one who called these armored cars over?”
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