My 1999

Old Soros's eyes turned cold, and he calmed down after taking a breath.

When there are too many people, their thoughts become complicated.

In the past, he was in charge, and they could work together to face the outside world.

Now that he is in the hospital and facing a huge dilemma, people's hearts are scattered in an instant.

"Alexander, please help me get discharged from the hospital."

"Discharge? Your body..."

After interrupting him, Old Soros looked grim.

"After sleeping for a day, I feel much better. Moreover, if I don't go again, the dragon-slaying plan will fail completely."

Alexander was shocked.

If the dragon-slaying plan fails, the Soros family will also suffer heavy losses.

And no one in the financial world will trust them anymore.

By then, he finally drove away his two brothers, and the identity of the heir of the Soros family that he took over would be greatly discounted.

Thinking of this, he stopped persuading and quickly asked the secretary to go through the discharge procedures for the old man.

After packing up, he went straight to the Iris Club.

Before entering the meeting room, he heard a fierce quarrel inside.

Old Soros, who was sitting in a wheelchair, waved his hand, and Alexander understood and stopped.

"You cowards, softies, you want to run away now that we haven't failed yet!"

Ellison's roar could be heard clearly through the window.

"Hey, Ellison. Since you have the courage, why don't you mortgage Oracle and invest the money in it. As long as you are willing, we will stay."

The cold voice was full of sarcasm.

Alexander knew it was Greg Godwin, CEO of ADM.

"I can mortgage Oracle's shares, but you have to take the money too."

"We are just CEOs of companies. Although we have some money, we are not like you who are worth billions and are the world's billionaires. So I think it's fake that you asked us to take the money, and it's true that you found a way for yourself to step down and take the opportunity to close the position and leave."

"Damn 'Black Pig', do you think I am as cowardly and dirty as you are." Ellison said angrily.

"Damn Russian, who are you scolding?"

Ellison is of Russian Jewish descent.

"I'm scolding you, you fat bastard, you stinky pig."

"Damn it..."

Listening to the noise inside, Alexander knew that a fight had started without even looking.

"Let's go in."

Old Soros said in a deep voice.

Alexander hurriedly pushed the wheelchair forward, and after the bodyguard opened the door, he pushed it in.

Sure enough.

The documents were scattered all over the floor in the originally orderly meeting room.

The fallen pens, the pouring water, and the tables and chairs that fell on the floor were in a mess.

Ellison is worthy of being a regular gymnast. He is sixty years old, but he can pin down Suresh Mack, the CEO of Cargill, who is in his early fifties.

Paul Singer, Carey Killinger, John Bell and others beside him either blocked or helped, and they were busy and happy.

Just as he came in, Alexander saw with his own eyes that Carey Killinger, the CEO of Washington Bank and Ellison's friend, was pinched on the balls by Nashat Cooney, the CEO of Louis Dreyfus, one of the four major grain traders, and was begging for mercy in pain.

"Mr. Soros is here."

I don't know who shouted first.

Everyone subconsciously looked towards the door.

After noticing the old Soros sitting in the wheelchair, they all stopped their actions.

Ellison let go of Suresh Mac's neck. After a while, his face, which was already a little bloated, was completely beaten into a pig's head by Ellison.

Nashat also let go of Killinger's balls. The latter covered his crotch with a look of relief on his face.

Fortunately, the brother was saved.

Paul Singer pulled up his pants, which were torn by Bunge CEO John Bell just now.

He originally only wanted to persuade the fight.

But he was beaten for no reason.

The eye sockets were all black and blue.

But John Bell didn't get any good results either. His nose was bleeding because of him, and he looked more miserable than him.

"Gentlemen, you can continue to fight, don't worry about me, an old man. If you want, I can help find some referees to let you have fun." Old Soros said calmly.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Even a fool could see that the old man was about to explode.

"Mr. Soros, if these guys hadn't wanted to close their positions and retreat while you were away, destroying the Dragon Slaying Plan, we wouldn't have fought." Ellison complained first.

"You're bullshitting. If it weren't for you, a bastard, constantly asking us to add funds and cutting our share of the Dragon Slaying Plan if we couldn't get it, how could we close our positions and leave?" Suresh Mack said angrily.

He was the worst beaten and hated this Jewish bastard who was making trouble.

"Now we are in a stalemate with Caesar Jin and need more funds to defeat him in one fell swoop. As a core member of the Dragon Slaying Plan, what's wrong with letting you take the money?" Ellison said coldly.

"All the money in Cargill's investment account has been invested long ago, and I even personally invested $100 million. Where can I invest more money?" Suresh said angrily.

"No matter how many excuses you make, you can't cover up the fact that you intend to close your position and destroy the dragon-slaying plan."

"You bastard..."

Suresh swung his fist and hit Ellison on the nose.

This was so painful that tears came out.

Ellison was furious with his hands full of blood.

I have been in the world for sixty years, and I have never suffered such a loss.

"Beat you to death, you fat pig..."

Bang, bang, crack...

The two men soon wrestled together.

Old Soros watched coldly and did not stop.

However, compared to fighting, everyone wanted Old Soros to lead everyone to win the dragon-slaying plan.

They hurriedly pulled the two apart.

After the two cursed each other, they gradually calmed down with heavy breathing.

"Mr. Soros, the current situation is very unfavorable to us. The British royal family came forward to help Caesar Jin, which was beyond our expectations.

And now, all the funds we prepared have been used up.

If we don't find a way as soon as possible, the dragon-slaying plan will inevitably fail."

Douglas Daft, CEO of Coca-Cola, said in a deep voice.

As soon as these words came out, the people around looked at Old Soros at the same time.

Including Ellison and Suresh Mack, who were beaten with bruises and blood in their mouths and noses.

Old Soros waved his hand and motioned everyone to sit down.

Everyone hurriedly lifted up the chairs and simply cleaned up the chaotic meeting room.

After everyone sat down, Old Soros said.

"Everyone, things are not as bad as you think.

Although Jin Caesar asked the British royal family for help and ruined our original plan, the oil price remained at $59 and did not rise sharply.

We don't have more liquidity, but Jin Caesar doesn't have much money either."

Everyone nodded slightly.

If Jin Caesar had a lot of money, he would have taken advantage of the help of the British royal family to raise the oil price.

But he didn't.

The only explanation is that there is not enough money.

"So, as long as we can get enough funds, we can defeat the enemy and completely defeat Jin Caesar."

Although Old Soros was panting when he spoke, his words were very firm and had a strong appeal.

"Mr. Soros is right. We only need enough funds to completely defeat that dirty yellow monkey." Ellison said loudly.

"Mr. Soros, I agree with your decision very much. The key is that the oil market outlook is unclear now, and no big institution is willing to invest in us.

During the time you were in the hospital, Mr. Burns had contacted JP Morgan CEO Gorman, Citigroup CEO Pandit, and others who had originally planned to invest in the Dragon Slaying Plan, but now they have all refused."

Pepsi CEO Steve Renemond reminded.

"Of course they would hesitate when I was away, but it would be different when I came back." After saying this confidently, he changed the subject, "And we can create conditions to win their investment."

Looking at his meaningful smile, everyone couldn't help but look forward to it.

"Everyone, from the beginning of the Dragon Slaying Plan to now, we have been spending energy and time dealing with Golden Caesar. Now it's the turn of those guys who have invested money to play." Old Soros said slowly.

Soon everyone had a vague understanding.

"You want to...?"

"Yes, now is the time."

Old Soros showed a weird smile on his face.