For a moment, a strong doubt arose in Cowell's heart, and he immediately became alert.

Jing Jian's attitude is really weird. Kewell has been in the industry for nearly fifty years and can be said to be knowledgeable. In the past, whenever Kewell gave this "last chance" like God, there are those who begged for it, some crying, some sarcastic words, some silent people, and even those who are still persistent, those who are angry and want to attack Kewell, and those who escape from reality mental disorders...

All these Kowloons can understand. But no one has ever been as abnormal as Jing Jian. To put it nicely, this attitude is weird, but to put it bluntly... Is it a sure win?

But when he thought of "confidence in victory", Cowell immediately denied this idea. His brain began to run quickly, trying to recall every step, fearing that there would be a big loophole that was ignored somewhere.

However, after thinking about it carefully, Cowell found that it was impossible? You know, this plan was joined by Cowell and Dennis. Both of them were old birds who had been in Wall Street for many years, and they were double insurance. If one person could be negligent, the probability of both of them ignoring the same negligence at the same time was almost zero.

Kewell immediately changed his mind. Did the Chinese boy in front of him suddenly make money from the sky? But then he thought, this was impossible. Jing Jian’s accounts are double surveillance with Cowell and Dennis. As long as it is in the United States, any bank’s abnormalities about Jing Jian cannot escape Cowell’s eyes and ears. Even if there is an overseas secret account, it will be useful to transfer money to the United States, right? Is it cash? Kewell laughed in silence. This idea is simply ridiculous. It’s hundreds of millions of dollars. Just explaining the source status is enough for Jing Jian to have a pot of money from the Taxation Bureau.

So what was wrong? Cowell secretly looked at Jing Jian and found that he was still the same, and continued to talk to Linda with perseverance? Cowell thought that he might have realized it, but it might be just a simple bluff? The older he is, the less courage he is. Was he scared by this Bramble's words?

Or, are Chinese people... so mentally ill?

Although Cowell was very upright, he still had a natural expression and kept talking to Jing Jian. Fortunately, the waiter served the food at this time and concealed Cowell's repeated thinking. After eating a few bites, Cowell finally realized that there would be no problem with his side, and the Chinese boy on the other side would never turn the tables. So he immediately made a decision. He wasted a lot of time and should return to normal track as soon as possible.

"Bramble." Cowell smiled and handed Jing Jian a cigar, and he also ordered it for himself, "Let's talk about the serious business first. I think you should understand that your condition is very bad. I have never wanted to kill everyone, so the reason I came here today is to give you a chance."

Kewell talked in a dash of emotion, and he smiled like an old fox. Jing Jian sneered in his heart. Is this the famous "Kowell opportunity" on Wall Street? It seems that you will have a way out on the surface, but in fact it is an opportunity to completely surrender and let Kewell slaughter.

Seeing Jing Jian's expression calm, Kowell nodded to Jing Jian, as if an elder, and seemed very "loved" to Jing Jian, the junior: "I don't care about Dennis, I only need everything I can eat. Someone will be interested in Delta Power, Yikai's stock will be left to you 5%. Standard e-commerce and standard logistics need to be financed by me. Of course, I will leave you a little equity. There are also the oil fields of Foxoya and the sea area exploration rights you have. As for the other small things, your Hong Kong listed company, other stocks and other stocks in your hand, I will leave you a list. Oh, it seems that you have a pair of Arab thoroughbreds, and I think my grandson will like this gift very much."

"Oh?" Jing Jian frowned slightly.

Cowell was smoking a cigar and found that Jing Jian's reaction was normal now: "Don't be too angry, you just need to show your sincerity. This is very important. Don't think about procrastinating, I am disgusted with wasting time. Sign the contract this weekend. There is also only one chance. Don't say "I forgot this thing" or "You didn't say that thing". This is meaningless to the whole thing. Give me all you should give, hoping that it will be in place at once.

Jing Jian was thinking, he was silent for a while, and asked back, "Are you so sure I will surrender?"

Cowell smiled and let out a sip of smoke: "I don't want you to receive a bankruptcy order from the court. It doesn't mean to me to go to jail. Today, it's OK for you and me. Otherwise, the effect will not be that good, and the whole situation will no longer be controlled by me alone. The market will become very chaotic. I want to grab these shares. Can I get the best share? That will take a lot of effort. Old people like me are lazy and hate those inexplicable troubles. Think about it, Bramble. What you have left is enough for you to live a wealthy life. And you are still young, and may start a business again? Of course, if you make a comeback, you are welcome to cooperate with me again."

This time, Jing Jian was silent for a longer time. He looked at the direction of the wall clock above the wine cabinet, but he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Cowell continued to persuade: "You must be very sad at the beginning, I understand this. But after receiving the bankruptcy order, all your property will be entrusted and all your assets will be sold at a low price. But how to say it? It is much better to have a way out than having no way to go. It is more rational to consider the problem like this? Oh..." Cowell followed Jing Jian's gaze and looked at the wall clock, with a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth, "Of course you can also wait for a miracle to happen. Yikai's stock price suddenly exploded before the close. I have patience for this, I find that my appetite is really good, I like the seafood in Los Angeles."

After eating a bite of smoked salmon, Cowell finally persuaded him: "Bramble, don't be stubborn. I have no ill intentions towards you. It's like you and I play chess. I can kill you in the next step. Could I not eat that king? It's already great to be able to leave you a chance to continue watching chess."
Chapter completed!