Reborn with wealth that rivals the country

Provocation!

Blatant provocation!

Hannibal pretended to be ignorant.

But this was not what made Solomon angry.

What made him angry the most was...

All the main gods at the headquarters actually acquiesced to Hannibal's behavior!

This means that this group of people may have been hiding it from him and had close contacts in private!

Solomon took a deep breath and said with a calm smile:

"Okay, Hannibal, your spirit of contributing to the foundation is worth learning. On behalf of all members of the foundation, I thank you."

"Hahaha, Solomon, why are you being polite to me?" Hannibal laughed arrogantly and walked straight to Solomon's throne.

Solomon still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely cold.

Hannibal patted Solomon's throne and said jokingly, "Your seat is dirty. I'll help you clean it."

"Oh? I thought you wanted to sit. If you want to sit, we can change seats." Solomon smiled faintly.

However, Hannibal did not respond, but just looked at Solomon with a smile.

The atmosphere at the headquarters fell to the freezing point at this moment.

"After the meeting is over, you stay and we will discuss the next plan." Solomon smiled and patted Hannibal's shoulder.

"Okay, I also have a plan to tell you." Hannibal raised his head and said proudly.

After the gold long plan was fully deployed, all the main gods and apostles left the stage. In front of the huge golden round table, only the god of wealth Solomon Rothschild, who represented the top of the world's wealth and power, and the god of war Hannibal Caesar, who represented the top of the world's combat power, were left!

The two seemed to sit opposite each other easily.

Solomon smiled faintly, while Hannibal crossed his legs and looked arrogant.

In fact, countless thoughts flashed through their minds.

They confronted each other for an unknown period of time, and the golden bell next to them rang twelve times.

Only then did Solomon slowly speak: "Hannibal, the ranking of the main god of the foundation has not changed for so many years. Do you have any ideas?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he directly exposed Hannibal's thoughts.

Hannibal simply stopped pretending, lit a cigar, and said indifferently: "It just so happens that the plan I want to tell you is related to this problem."

"Oh? Is it such a coincidence? Tell me." Solomon narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You also said that for so many years, the person in charge of the foundation has not changed. It has always been your first main god Solomon. I and other main gods think that this is not appropriate. Especially for you, it is too unfair.

How can you bear the pressure alone all the time!

It is time for the brothers to help you share some of the pressure."

As he said, Hannibal gently pushed a document in front of Solomon, patted the paper, and said loudly: "Eighty percent of the senior executives of the association have agreed and signed the statement of the change of the person in charge.

After the K country market is over, we can vote.

For fairness, all members have votes. At that time, anyone can be the person in charge of the foundation based on their ability!"

Solomon looked at the statement full of signatures and handprints, and a huge anger rose in his heart.

At this most critical period, when it almost involves the survival of the foundation, Hannibal chose to turn against and force the palace! ! !

Solomon can't just refuse!

With so many members signing, if he directly refuses, he will probably be kicked out of the foundation.

So now Solomon has only one way to go - run for the position of the foundation leader!!!

It's really ironic to think about it. The previous foundation leaders were all re-elected, and they all came from the Rothschild family.

Over the years, I don't know how many times the Twelve Lords have changed, only the first Lord has always been named Rothschild.

But in his term, there is a possibility of a change!!!

"Then... from what you said, you must run for election this time?" Solomon said with a fake smile.

"Of course I, Hannibal, will do anything to contribute to the foundation! Anyway, many members have said that they will support me, and I think I have a good chance." Hannibal blew a smoke ring arrogantly.

"Caesar..."

Solomon looked at Hannibal steadily, his expression extremely serious, and said: "Don't run for election this time. Support me with all your strength. I won the election, and I will definitely support you to be the person in charge of the foundation in the next election."

Hannibal stopped smoking and looked at Solomon with doubt, as if he wanted to see if he was joking.

But Solomon's eyes were extremely sharp, and Hannibal was a little scared.

After a long time, Hannibal seemed to have made up his mind and said loudly: "Then there will be two people in charge! You are also a person in charge, and so am I, so there is no need to fight."

Solomon's eyelids drooped, and then he laughed mockingly.

"You think it's very difficult to win the election."

"Two people in charge is the best choice for you, me, and the stability of the foundation."

Hannibal raised his eyebrows and said provocatively.

"Whether you can win consecutive championships... you won't know until you make the election."

Solomon said, picked up the statement and shook it: "I know the statement, everything will be decided after the K country's market ends."

"Well, you should be mentally prepared first. Solomon, this person can't have a smooth life. Sometimes, retreating at the peak of his career is also a good choice."

After that, Hannibal spit the cigar on the golden round table and walked away arrogantly.

After Hannibal left, the smile on Solomon's face gradually froze, and then the statement was torn into pieces by Solomon and scattered all over the sky.

The fragments fell slowly like cherry blossoms.

At this time, Solomon was like a hideous evil ghost, gnashing his teeth, and his eyes burst out with endless hatred.

At this time, a mixed electronic sound of neither male nor female suddenly came from the dark corner:

"Two people in charge... Hehe, interesting idea."

The speaker was the king of assassination, the Fool codenamed 001 of the Tarot Club.

"There is no room for two tigers in one mountain! This generation of the Foundation has only one person in charge, and that is me, Solomon Rothschild!!!" Solomon roared.

"Oh, do you need me to help you get rid of Hannibal? 1 trillion is enough."

The Fool smiled faintly.

"Only one tenth of Chen Mo's worth? Should I say that you overestimate Chen Mo, or that you underestimate the God of War?" Solomon mocked.

"Hehe... You don't know what kind of person Chen Mo is. Even his wife doesn't know the real him.

Ten trillion to assassinate Chen Mo, I can only tell you that my price is too low."

"Why?"

"Because assassinating him is equivalent to assassinating God."