Age Fubao: Be a group pet in the cannon fodder home

Chapter 991 Who Has No Brains
Matisse's voice came through the microphone.

"Wilson, it's your fault. You are shorting our company's stock."

Wilson didn't know what was going on there. He was putting his legs up on the desk and biting a cigar.

"Matthews, is that you?"

"It's me! Do you know how despicable everything you have done is? My wife shed tears, but she didn't even dare to go out to see a psychiatrist."

"My children can't even go to school!"

"It's obviously just a commercial act, but why do you slander me so much, and even make up those nonsense, did you sell your soul to the devil? You really deserve to go to hell!"

Wilson said contemptuously: "You don't say such things that ghosts don't believe. Your children won't be able to go to school. How can those people who were forced to death by you go to reason?"

"Their children can only be forced to drop out of school or enter public schools. They can only live on welfare for the rest of their lives. They don't know when they will become homeless."

He had someone investigate Matisse, and this guy had no less blood on his hands than he did.

The difference is that those who were killed by themselves died clearly, but those who were forced to death by Matisse were really desperate, their families were ruined, and they didn't even know why they lost everything before they died.

Is Mattis crazy?How could you call and talk to him about such a mess.

Doubts flashed through Wilson's mind, but he never bothered to think.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been chased to the bar and rescued by Qiu He in the end.

In the end, he just sneered, "If you just talk nonsense, I advise you to shut up."

Matisse seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, "So you admit that you did all of this? Including my orientation and discriminatory public opinion, you hired someone to do it, right?"

Wilson cursed impatiently and hung up the phone.

This person is probably out of his mind.

It seems that Qiu He's method is indeed useful, and Matisse has lost his mind.

The next morning, however, Wilson saw a report on Mattis on television.

The phone call between himself and him was also recorded by the camera.

Mattis obviously charged the TV station with money, and only part of the words he accused of Mattis were intercepted.

More of it was his sarcasm.

It has become self-inflicted.

In an instant, the shares of Capetra rose up, almost completely covering yesterday's decline.

Qiu He came to the office expressionlessly and threw a stack of newspapers on the table.

"Where's your brain?"

"Our plan was reserved. Today, the little boy's family can speak up to criticize him, including the black employees who were expelled from the Cape Company. It's time for them to speak up."

"Because of you, everything is ruined!"

"Can't you hear that he was talking when you got the call yesterday?"

Wilson was scolded bloody by Qiu He for the first time, but he had nothing to say.

This time he didn't even have the face to touch the gun.

He could only murmur in a low voice.

"I didn't know he was so cunning."

Qiu He sneered, "He's not cunning, he just has more brains than you. He has wiped out all our plans. Wilson spent a lot of money to reach a settlement with Ace and the families of the others."

"Everything is calm now, and it's useless for us to dig up more material."

"Matisse's image is even better than before. Now how many people are cursing you for asking Masty's family to see a psychiatrist. Then we will use public opinion to have no effect at all."

"And the source of all this is because of you! Because you are so damn stupid!"

(End of this chapter)