Chapter 1513: Turning the Tables and the Olive Branch

When it came time to make the deal, Saren Francisco was ready, having brought everything with him, including proof of equity.

After the agreement was successfully signed,

Phil Simon did not delay, and directly called his subordinate waiting in the company to pay the 145 million pounds. (The previous chapter's loss of 137 million pounds was written as the transaction amount of 145 million pounds, and has been corrected.

That night.

Sitting in the car on the way home, Saren Francisco let out a small sigh of relief.

Although he was very unwilling to lose 137 million pounds in the Schroder Group's equity,

But at least he had received a huge sum of money, which was equivalent to more than 250 million US dollars.

This was a great help in the current situation.

Phil Simon left with fruitful results, and on the way, he called to report to his superiors and received the approval of the president.

At the same time, he received further instructions – he must sell all the unhedged shares to Bright Fund tonight at a 5% premium!

When he heard this instruction, Phil Simon was a little stunned.

He had never imagined that Saren Francisco's guess was actually true, and that he had lied to him so calmly!

After a moment of confusion, he couldn't help but laugh, but his smile seemed to carry a hint of mockery.

The deal with Bright Fund was completed that night after working overtime.

Moving at full speed for one night had brought the bank a profit of more than 7 million pounds, which was an extremely fruitful result.

Phil Simon thought he would definitely be able to sleep well tonight.

As the warm sun pierced the darkness and shone down on the earth, a beautiful day dawned once again.

It was a little after seven o'clock, and Eric Schroeder had already taken a stroll in the garden of his home before returning to the living room to enjoy a hearty breakfast.

Just then.

His young son George Schroeder ran out of the house in a panic, clutching the phone in his hand.

'Father, it's bad!'

'What's got you in such a panic?' Eric Schroeder frowned and snapped disapprovingly.

According to the standards of aristocrats and gentlemen, his youngest son's behaviour was very inappropriate at this time.

But George Schroder could not care less about this and hurriedly said, 'Father, something really big has happened. Just now, Curtis Dubois from Bright Fund called and informed us of a piece of news.'

'He said that Bright Fund already owns 55.62% of the Schroder Group's shares, so let's get ready for it!'

'What did you say?'

'That's impossible!'

Eric Schröder, who had been calm, suddenly had his eyes wide open, grabbed his son's hand and looked at him in disbelief.

'What else did he say?'

he asked immediately afterwards.

George Schröder shook his head like a rattle and replied, 'He didn't say anything else. He just informed me and ended the call without waiting for me to ask any questions.'

Eric Schröder was completely flustered. His hands went into his pockets and then back to his hair, and his head looked around unconsciously.

In the midst of his panic, he tried to gather his thoughts and think.

'Yes, quickly call Saren Francisco and ask him if he has sold the shares!'

'Only by taking their shares can Bright Fund increase its shareholding to 55.62%!'

'Otherwise it is absolutely impossible!'

'We have to check the accuracy of the Bright Fund's notification immediately!'

'Call now!'

After calming himself down a little, Eric Schröder immediately grasped the crux of the matter and shouted at his youngest son to make the call.

George Schröder immediately complied and quickly dialed the number.

'Beep... beep...'

The sound continued for a long time, and it was not answered until it was disconnected.

Eric Schröder shouted again, 'Keep dialing until you get through!'

'Yes, Father.'

He dialed again and again, and the short few minutes felt like half a century, which was a torment for Eric Schroder.

Finally!

After the fourth dial, the phone was connected.

'Hello, who is this?'

Hearing the voice of Saron Francisco, Eric Schroder snatched the phone and put it to his ear, and said angrily, 'Saron, did you sell the shares you have in your hands to the Bright Fund?'

'Eric?' A few seconds later, a voice came from the other end of the line.

'It's me. Just answer yes or no.' Eric Schröder suppressed his anger a little, but his tone was still quite harsh.

'I didn't sell it to Bright Fund!'

After a long while, the answer from Salen Francisco came again from the other end of the line.

Eric Schröder had just let out a sigh of relief, but then he realised that something was wrong and hurriedly asked, 'Do you still have the shares in your possession?'

Silence!

A long silence!

Eric Schröder clenched his fists, his eyes closed, his teeth clenched, and his anger swelled in his chest.

He was desperate!

Such a simple question, and the silence actually said it all.

The content of the phone call that his youngest son had just received was true!

'So who did you sell it to?' Eric Schröder opened his eyes, his face ashen, and his tone of voice as cold as the Arctic glaciers.

'I sold it to Wells Fargo. I even specifically asked if Wells Fargo was buying for the Bright Fund, and they clearly answered that they weren't. If they had, I wouldn't have sold my shares...'

Saren Francisco explained, but he was completely lying.

'Fuck!'

Eric Schroeder's anger was completely ignited, and he cursed loudly, before ending the call without listening to Saren Francisco's excuses.

There was no point in wasting any more time talking to this bastard!

'This damned bastard, we've been screwed by him!'

'Fuck!'

'...%&*#...'

Watching his father let loose like a cat on heat, exploding with all kinds of expletives, George Schroeder could only remain silent, but the tautness of his cheeks and the clenched fists showed that his emotions were the same as his father's.

After letting off some steam, Eric Schröder, without further ado, walked quickly towards the house.

George Schröder followed immediately.

Once inside the study, he immediately opened the address book and found a line of numbers. He saw that the top entry clearly said: George Berkeley, President of the Bright Foundation!

"Father, are you going to call him?'

'It's only a little after seven. Will he answer our call?'

George Schröder couldn't help but ask.

Eric Schroeder typed in the number while saying, 'He will definitely answer, because he is waiting for my call!'

'I have to make this call too!'

George Schroeder's eyes widened, not understanding the reasoning behind this.

But reality directly confirmed that his father was right.

Because after the call had been dialed for five seconds, it was answered.

'Hello, who is this?'

'Mr. Berkeley, good morning, this is Eric Schroeder.' Eric Schroeder smiled and quickly said hello to George Berkeley over the phone.

'Oh, it's Mr. Schroeder, good morning, you really are a decisive person,' came the light laughter of George Berkeley from the other end of the line.

'Mr. Berkeley is very perceptive, in fact I've wanted to visit you for a long time, I was wondering if you're available now?'

'...'

After a brief conversation, the phone hung up.

Eric Schröder performed the instant vanishing smile trick and looked at the clock on the wall. It showed 7:42 a.m.

'Let's go. There's still over an hour until the stock market opens. You're coming with me to visit him!'

'Oh, okay.'

'By the way, Father, what was that announcement they just made?'

Eric Schröder, who had just reached the door, picked up his jacket and was about to put it on, paused, looked at his son for a few seconds, then turned back around and straightened his clothes in the mirror.

'That's not a notice, it's an olive branch.'

'We have no choice!'

'Go to the first storage room on the second floor, there's a red gift box on the third row of the shelf to the right as you enter. Take it down, it's a gift for our visit.'

'Uh... yes, father!'

George Schröder froze for a moment, then walked towards the door, but the furrow between his eyebrows showed that he still hadn't quite figured it out.

'Hey...'

Looking at himself in the mirror, Eric Schroeder let out a long, sad sigh...