Chapter 1470: SG Warburg & Co. is cornered

'Damn it!'

'Peter Hofbauer, you bastard!'

'I@%@%#*'

Terrence Warburg had completely lost his gentlemanly bearing and was cursing like a scoundrel in the office.

On the floor was the Financial Times, which had been published that day and had already been torn to shreds.

Terrence Worberg's anger was so great that the secretary in the office was silenced, and she even subconsciously breathed more slowly for fear of attracting the wrath of the chairman.

'Get out of here!'

Terrence Worberg, who was still angry, regained some reason. After kicking his subordinate out, he squatted down and picked up the torn newspaper.

After piecing it back together on the desk,

Terrence Warburg suppressed his anger and once again carefully read the front-page news about S.G. Warburg & Co.

In particular, what Peter Hofbauer had said made his blood boil.

[... S.G. Warburg & Co. lost a total of 4.46653 billion US dollars in its investments in Xiangjiang...

'And in recent times, S.G. Warburg has been caught in a vortex of losses, resulting in a net loss of 224.15 million pounds in capital, and investors who have applied to withdraw their investments...'

'These detailed data have been exposed, and it is impossible to dispel the rumours. Damn it...'

Terence Warburg crumpled the newspaper he had put together into a ball again, and threw it directly into the wastepaper basket, hatingly saying.

At this time, his face was extremely hideous.

But behind the grimace was panic and helplessness.

This time, he really felt desperate.

Peter Hofbauer's knife had stabbed directly into the heart of S.G. Warburg, as if to drain the last drop of blood from the already bleeding S.G. Warburg.

'Doodle doodle do...'

Just then.

Terence Warburg's phone suddenly rang.

'Hoo hoo...'

He stared at the phone for nearly ten seconds, then took a few deep breaths to try to calm himself down as much as possible before answering it.

'Hello, who's this?'

'Curtis Dubois?'

'Are you from the Bright Foundation?'

'I'm not available, and we don't have anything to talk about.'

At first, Terence Waughberg didn't react, just feeling that the name was a bit familiar.

But when he heard that Curtis Dubois was from the Bright Foundation, he suddenly became enraged and refused Curtis Dubois in extremely bad manner, and hung up directly.

The Financial Times is the financial media mouthpiece in the hands of the Bright Foundation, and the Bright Foundation is also one of the people behind the scenes targeting them. Now that they have taken the initiative to contact him, there is no need to think about what they want.

This is going to eat their S.G. Warburg company!

'Damn it, they really did come after me.'

Pacing anxiously back and forth in his office, Terence Warburg grew more and more anxious the more he thought about it, but the feeling of powerlessness in his heart grew stronger when he thought about the current situation.

'No, I have to think of another way.'

After muttering to himself,

Terence Warburg took the phone and started making calls one by one, still trying to fight back.

'Hello, Mr. Hughes, this is your old friend Terence Warburg... What? Actually, the situation of our company is not as bad as the news reported. Peter Hofbauer must have taken bribes. I am already preparing to sue him. He will definitely go to jail...'

'Hello...'

One after the other, he made the calls, and without exception, he received polite refusals that they could not provide financial support to S.G. Warburg.

Even though Terence Warburg vehemently denied the authenticity of the news and blamed Peter Hofbauer for everything, it was useless.

He was getting cold feet as he was rejected again and again.

Finally.

he got through to Evelyn Locher.

'Hello, Evelyn, I need your help. If you don't help me, then we're really screwed!'

As soon as the call was connected, Terence Warburg went straight to the point and threw the problem at her, exaggerating the seriousness of the situation to increase his bargaining power.

There was a five or six second silence on the other end of the line before Evelyn Lochhead's somewhat tired, aged voice came through.

'Terence, I read today's Financial Times too, and I was sorry to learn of Peter Hofbauer's treachery against you.'

'But I don't know if you've heard, but we're in serious trouble too. David Rockefeller and John Chris Morgan are already besieging our family, and we're facing no less pressure than you...'

Terence Worberg knew a lot about these grievances and the real situation, but he didn't want to hear about it.

He interrupted Evelyn Locher directly by raising his voice: 'Evelyn, I don't know your situation, and I don't have the energy to find out. All I know is that if you don't lend a helping hand, then we are definitely finished.'

'By then, we won't have enough strength to work together again!'

Although this remark was very pathetic, it was full of warning, and Evelyn Rothschild certainly heard it.

Although the Warburg family was much weaker than the Rothschild family, after all, the two families had a friendship of over a hundred years.

So in the face of Terence Warburg's words, Evelyn Rothschild finally relented.

'Terence, our losses are even more serious than yours, and the intensity of the attacks we face is far greater than yours. We are also in a difficult situation.'

'I can support you with up to £200 million, but I really can't find any more.'

'£500 million!' Terence Wohlberg suddenly said to Evelyn Lochiel on the other end of the phone.

'Really, only £200 million, Terence, I'm not joking.' Evelyn Lochiel replied in a very serious and determined tone.

Terrence Wogberg let out a silent, miserable laugh, then replied with a single word: 'Okay.'

After that, he ended the call directly, slumped down in his armchair, and stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time without saying a word.

Until...

the phone in his hand rang again.

'Ugh...'

After a long sigh, Terrence Wogberg answered the phone.

'Hello... I have time. Come by my office.'

With just those words, Terence Wogberg hung up the phone, threw the phone onto the desk, and then started to scratch his blonde hair in a manic way.

About fifteen minutes later.

'Knock, knock!'

The sound of knocking came from outside, and the subordinate's voice could be heard.

'Chairman, I've brought the people from Bright Foundation.'

'Come in!' Terence Wogberg said, and then he saw the office door open, and the subordinate ushered in a few people.

The man at the head of the group was none other than Curtis Dubois.

'Hello, Mr. Warburg, I'm Curtis Dubois from the Bright Foundation.'

'Hello, Mr. Dubois.'

After expressionlessly shaking hands with the three men, Warburg motioned for his subordinate to leave.

'Mr. Dubois, your Bright Foundation has really pulled some strings to get Peter Hofbauer to switch sides.'

In the face of Terence Woburg's sarcasm, Curtis Dubois smiled and said, 'No one can refuse money.'

'If he refused, it must not have been enough.'

'Haha~'

This joke is not funny at all, but extremely harsh. Terence Woburg laughed heartlessly, as if in self-deprecation or to vent his anger.

'Mr. Dubois, please explain the reason for your visit,' Terence Worberg asked bluntly.

'We have only one goal, to save S.G. Warburg, a century-old company. Its disappearance would be a great loss to the financial world,' said Curtis Dubois with a smile.

'Save?'

'This is definitely the funniest joke I've ever heard.'

'If it weren't for you, S.G. Warburg would not be in its current state, and you wouldn't be talking about saving it,'

Terence Warburg said coldly.

'NO! NO! NO!'

'Mr. Warburg, S.G. Warburg's current crisis is of your own making, or you should blame the Rothschild family more. If they hadn't joined you in attacking Xiangjiang, you wouldn't have suffered such a great defeat and wouldn't be in this situation.'

'Even if we didn't come today, other companies would have approached you. The process would be different, but the result would be the same.'

'And most importantly, at this time, if there is anyone in the world who is best suited to save S.G. Warburg, it is only us, the Bright Fund.'

'We have the strength and reputation to calm investors down and save S.G. Warburg.'

Curtis Dubois said with a smile, his tone very certain.

These words left Terence Warburg speechless.

Because what Curtis Dubois said was indeed the truth.

Investors had withdrawn their investments in a frenzy because they no longer trusted him or the current management.

On the contrary.

Bright Fund had the highest level of investor expectation and support in the current European financial community.

This intangible thing was the most difficult to grasp and reverse, but also the easiest to grasp and reverse.

Unfortunately, he couldn't grasp it.

'Mr. Warburg, name your price. We want all the shares of S.G. Warburg that you hold,'

Curtis Dubois followed up, saying.

Terrence Warburg clenched his fists, his face struggling with emotions, and he opened his mouth, but still did not say the word 'no'.

He closed his eyes and fell silent.