Chapter 216 Make Paramount Hotel Bankrupt
“What rule is that?”
“My rules.” Donald’s expression became more serious.
After a pause, he continued, “No one can be cocky in front of me.”
When Bryan finished listening to his words, he roared with laughter as if he heard the funniest thing on earth. “Donald, you’re really like a dumb dog that’s at a dead end. I’m the manager of Daily Yield Group and the shareholder of Paramount Hotel. My dad is an executive of a financial institute on Windmill Street, while my mother works as the editor-in-chief of Moranta Daily. Paramount Hotel is getting launched soon. Besides, my teacher is the financial tycoon of Windmill Street, Mr. Edward. So, yes. I am cockier than you. Do you admit defeat?”
Donald asked calmly, “Are you talking about superiority to me?”
“That’s right. I am talking about superiority to you!” Bryan stressed shamelessly.
Donald said, “Okay. Then, I’ll show you if your superiority is even worth mentioning.”
Truth was, he had already forgotten about Bryan’s existence. He did not care even if Bryan was the one who sent Seamus, the bandit from the southwest, to kill him.
However, Bryan had once again ordered Octavio to kill Donald.
There’s no point showing him mercy anymore. It’s time for me to make my move.
Donald then pulled out his phone and said, “Charlie, buy Daily Yield Group and make Paramount Hotel go bankrupt.”
“Okay. Please hold on.” Charles’ voice traveled from the phone’s speakers.
Bryan stared at Donald like he was an idiot. “We haven’t met for five years and now you’ve become such a powerful person! Oh, I’m so scared. Hahaha!”
He wants to buy Daily Yield Group and make Paramount Hotel bankrupt? Does he know how much Daily Yield Group costs today? It’s thirty billion! Besides, Paramount Hotel’s listing plan is sent to the financial hub of Windmill Street. It’s going to get invested by two major companies soon. With Paramount Hotel, I might even make it to the Forbes List. And now, Donald says he wants to make Paramount Hotel bankrupt? Oh, please. There’s a limit to bragging, okay? Who can be that powerful to influence the decision of the financial institutes of Windmill Street?
“You still have three minutes left to mock me.” Donald glanced at the time.
“Oh, is that so? I’m really looking forward to what’s about to happen next.” Bryan was unfazed, and he even took another sip of his wine.
A minute later, Charles’ call came in. “Mr. Campbell, the entire Daily Yield Group has been transferred under your name. The five original shareholders and those who have controlling shares have sold their shares. It cost a total of thirty-five billion. Currently, you own a hundred percent of Daily Yield Group’s controlling shares. One more thing. The original major shareholder is at Paramount Hotel right now. He’s going to pay you a visit soon.”
“Okay.” Donald remained expressionless.
If Charles could not complete such a simple matter, then he wouldn’t be the richest person in Pollerton.
Bryan snickered. “You make it sound as if it’s real. I almost believed you,” he said in an unhurried manner, not feeling the slightest bit nervous.
Daily Yield Group had a total of five shareholders. The largest shareholder was Harvey’s brother-in-law.
At the same time, Harvey was the loyal subordinate of Neil, Pollerton’s most influential person.
Neil had been running his business in Pollerton for over twenty days. Though he was usually a very mysterious man, he had the power to control Pollerton.
After all, he was a member of the Yund family of Jadeborough.
They were one of the nine richest families in Jadeborough. Just like the Campbell clan, they had existed for over five hundred years.
“Donald, are you delusional? I think you should go to the hospital to get your brain checked. I think you’re going crazy.” Bryan pointed at his temple, constantly shaking his head while putting on a mocking smile.
Donald merely shot him a glance and sent out a text.
At that moment, a top international financial conglomerate had begun to operate all over the world.
Meanwhile, in the financial hub of Windmill Street, Edward, the financial tycoon, was playing golf in his luxurious manor.
