Chapter 406
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"Master, they are out of prison." Kroen respectfully reported.
Dean put down the newspaper and smiled: "Did anything happen on the road?"
"No." Kroen whispered: "Old Fulin hired some people to insult them along the road according to your instructions. But they didn't respond."
Dean faintly smiled: "It's decent to be able to hold back."
"Master, what should we do next?" Kroen whispered.
"It's time to see their performance." Dean indifferently said: "I'll write a letter. Ask Neuss to personally deliver it to the Temple. I'll give a public lecture about the principles of 'gas' faction in ten days. I'll accept eight students."
Kroen replied: "Yes."
"The second thing is that you inform Old Fulin to buy a guard of the Mel family. No matter how much money he has to spend, he has to come to see me. Remember to buy the strongest one." Dudian whispered: "In addition, tell the patriarch that if the Mellon consortium uses a lot of money to pull the other shareholders back to the consortium, then tell them in advance that I want to accept students. If the shareholders insist on going back, then let them go. Don't hold them back."
Kroen bowed his head: "Yes."
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Skagen was stunned as he read the letter presented by the servant who claimed to be 'Dean'. He put away the letter and ordered people to send the servant away. Then he looked at his student: "Immediately inform the Temple that master Dean will give a public lecture about 'gas' faction in ten days. Moreover he will select students with potential. This is a master's lecture so it must be on the headlines of the Temple for three consecutive issues!"
The student was surprised as he heard Dean's words. He turned around and ran away in excitement. In the past few days the Temple was talking about the role of the gas faction. There were many speculations about the role of the gas faction. Although there were masters who had come out to explain but they didn't know much about it. It would be much easier to understand if the creator of the system personally came out to explain.
The news spread like wildfire.
The journals haven't been published yet but the consortiums have been informed of the news. The entire commercial district was in a sensation. They immediately sent people to inquire about the specific arrangements of the lecture, as well as Dean's conditions for accepting students and so on. Only the lower level nobles and ordinary civilians were still immersed in the pain of the destruction of their homes, the death of their relatives and friends, or the loss of their property.
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"Father, the Bethel family, the Kunka family, and the Ram family are willing to return to the consortium." Mark looked a little tired: "But the price is three times as much as before. Each person wants 8% of the shares. The rest of the families haven't responded yet. Milan family wants 30% of the shares. Rudolph's servants told me that Rudolph is ready to withdraw from the consortium."
George was sitting on a big chair with a cane in his hand. His silver hair was like frost. His eyes were sharp as he said in a cold voice: "A group of rebellious people. Three times is three times. Promise them. After we get through this crisis, we will marginalize them. The Milan family and Rudolph are wearing the same pants. Humph! Thirty percent of the shares! How can they say it!"
"Tell the Milan family that the maximum is 20%! The number of shares in our hands can't be less than 51%. Otherwise the kid doesn't need to do anything. We will be destroyed. "
Mark frowned: "Father, what should we do if Rudolph withdraws?"
"You go and talk to him." George's face was gloomy: "His father and I jointly founded the Mellon consortium. How can he withdraw from it? I'm afraid that his father will die in peace if he hears about it! "
Mark sighed: "Alright but Rudolph is stubborn. He deliberately withdrew his investment. I'm afraid that a few words won't change his mind. In my opinion, we have to find a way to deal with the kid first. Otherwise the pressure on the others will be too great. It will be bad for us."
"Now is a sensitive period. The kid will be on guard against us. We have to think of another way to deal with him." George said in a cold voice: "Tell Rudolph that if he doesn't withdraw his investment then the Mellon family will be the leader of the Mellon consortium in the future!"
Mark was startled. He thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."
He was about to turn away when a golden feather messenger crow flew in from the window. It was a messenger crow that was specially raised by the Temple. It was a rare breed and was considered to be of noble lineage.
George was startled. He raised his hand and the messenger crow landed on his arm.
He opened the letter on the crow's leg, shook it open, and read it. His face suddenly changed, and he tore the letter into pieces. Because his action was too big, the crow on his arm flapped its wings and flew out of the window, dropping two pale golden feathers.
Mark's heart sank: "Father, what's the matter?"
"Damn little bastard!" George clenched his fists. His eyes were full of anger: "He will hold a public lecture in ten days. Moreover he is ready to accept students. Damn bastard! He announced the news at this time. It is obvious that he is giving the opportunity to other nobles to fight over him. This little bastard is too vicious!"
Mark's face turned gloomy. Most of the architects who had potential in the Temple had aristocrats or rich people to rely on. After all, the cost of an architect was enormous. If there was no one to provide financial support then the efficiency of the research would be extremely low. Now that Dean had announced the news, it was tantamount to throwing out a tempting fruit.
Everyone was eager to become the youngest student of a legendary master in history. As a result, these people were bound to wash their relationship with the Mellon consortium and isolate them.
"We have underestimated him in the past." Mark took a deep breath and clenched his fists. There was a trace of regret in his heart. If he knew that this would happen then he wouldn't have given such a dangerous person to his daughter. He should have personally eliminated him!
There was silence in the room. It was depressing and silent.
Only the heavy breathing of both of them could be heard.
George's chest went up and down as he gradually restrained his anger. He was about to open his mouth when there was a knock on the door. Anger flashed in his eyes as he said in a low and hoarse voice: "Come in!"
The door was opened and the butler came in. There was a middle-aged man in black armor behind him.
Mark frowned as he saw the middle-aged man: "Ron, what's the matter?"
The middle-aged man named Ron nodded: "Master, Mister, the New World consortium has sent someone to find me."
"Huh?" George's eyes flashed with a cold light: "What did you say?"
The butler who was next to him was shocked. He subconsciously took two steps back as he looked at the middle-aged man.
Ron calmly replied: "Master, the New World consortium has sent someone to find me. They gave me a huge sum of money. 500,000 gold coins. They want to bribe me. They want me to betray the Mel family. They want me to go to master Dean and listen to his instructions."
George coldly stared at him, narrowing his eyes, "Five hundred thousand gold coins, what a big sum. You've come here to say this, do you not agree?"
"Yes, I will never betray the Mel family." Ron replied.
"How can I believe you?" George stared at him.
Ron looked at him and turned to look at Mark: "Mister, you have saved my life. I vowed to do my best to defend the Mel family. Do you believe me?"
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