Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1187 1176. Spinning in circles

Arnault exchanged a few more polite words, made an excuse, and hung up the phone "reluctantly".

As soon as he hung up the phone, his face darkened and he looked up at the secretary, "What's going on?"

Arnault's secretary Blair knew that Arnault had been in a bad mood recently, so he didn't dare to offend him. He replied in a panic: "Mr. Bianchi said there was something urgent, but your phone was not connected."

What he meant was that the phone was busy and the secretary's report outside the door could not be received, so Bianchi broke in.

The pot was thrown on Bianchi's head.

Jacques casually took the blame on himself, shook his head and smiled, "My fault, I didn't know the Qatari minister was so talkative, don't blame Miss Blair."

Arnault gave up after hearing this and waved his hand to let the secretary go out.

Blair gave Jacques a grateful look as he closed the door.

Arno ignored the two men's little actions and looked at Bianchi again, "What's wrong with you?"

Bianchi hesitated and glanced at Jacques.

This time, the little action was not let off, and Delphine folded her hands and teased, "Why, I can't listen?"

Bianchi thought to himself that my contribution must not be heard by you, especially Jacques.

But we can’t say that they are father and daughter.

And Jacques pretended not to see it.

Arno frowned and tapped the table. "Speak."

Bianchi had no choice but to say, "There's news from the other side, thirty minutes."

He said this cryptically, handing the phone to Arnault.

Arno took a look and handed it to Delphine.

Delphine directly pulled Jacques to watch together.

There was a text message on the phone, with only "30 minutes" written on it.

"Thirty minutes?" Delphine asked in confusion as she returned the phone to her father.

There is only this one message on this number.

Arnault said bluntly: "An insider of the drunkard contacted Bianchi through various channels, and the call should be in 30 minutes."

Then he looked at the time the message was sent. It was 21 minutes ago.

No wonder Bianchi was so anxious.

But there are still nine minutes left.

Arnault then instructed Bianchi to tell him his plan.

Bianchi didn't want to say it, that was his credit, his lifeline.

But we can't help but say it.

Alas, they are father and daughter, which makes him seem to be in a difficult position.

After hearing this, Delphine immediately turned hostile and yelled, "Father, do you know what you are doing? The company's century-old reputation is ruined in your hands!"

Arno was so angry that he slammed the table down hard, "Tell me, where does the money come from?"

"Loans! Deposits! Dividend cuts! Do we at LVMH have no money left?" Delphine retorted.

Arno snorted coldly and said calmly: "Not enough."

"Is it okay to just fake Drunkard's product? You're not going to put it under the Dior brand again, are you?" Delphine sneered with her hands folded.

"No." Arnault made a direct promise on this point.

Delphine continued to fold her hands and said nothing.

It seemed that the father and daughter were about to break up again.

Jacques tried to smooth things over, "Don't be anxious yet. Listen to what the other party says, whether it's true or false, and what the price is."

This is the words of an experienced person.

Arno nodded in satisfaction and looked at his watch, which showed that there were still three minutes left.

"Then just wait."

Delphine also agreed and sat down in front of her father.

He also asked Jacques to sit down.

Bianchi was about to cry, 'It's all my credit...'
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Yes, I know it’s your achievement, but without Jacques, could you have this “achievement”?

How could it be such a coincidence? Why did you contact the key person today?

Why does it happen that you first have hope, then turn into despair, and then hope reappears.

Why was the time only thirty minutes?

Why did Jacques come back to make a report today, and happened to meet Delphine who was about to quarrel with her father?

Why did a phone call take so long?

Why did I just bump into the father and daughter who were so angry and didn't leave...

This is what we call "things are coming together". Let's wait for the call together.

Two minutes later.

Bianchi's phone rang.

It was not the number he had contacted before, but a virtual number.

"Answer it." Arno ordered.

Bianchi picked up the phone, turned on the speakerphone, and whispered, "hello!"

Knowing that the other party was an Oriental, he did not speak French or Chinese.

There was no answer from the other end of the phone, but instead there was the faint sound of typing.

The typing sound was very fast, but it stopped after a few seconds.

Then a robotic female voice came from the phone, also speaking English.

The voice was calm and toneless.

Those who commonly use office software are very familiar with this, which is the read aloud function of Word.

So cautious.

Several people in the office subconsciously concentrated and calmed down.

Listen carefully...

"Which idiot just called? If you want to die, jump off the building!"

He got scolded first.

Bianchi looked angry and embarrassed, as he was the one who made the call.

Seeing this, Delphine covered her mouth and almost laughed out loud.

Arnault motioned for Bianchi to continue.

Bianchi nodded, and answered with a hint of anger, "Is that the number you provided?"

There was another string of typing sounds coming from the other side.

The same mechanical female voice said, "My subordinates were ignorant and have been dealt with."

Hiss... Bianchi took a breath of cold air. Was this the treatment he had imagined?
He quickly asked, "Who are you?"

This time, the other party paused for a while before the typing sound appeared again. However, there was no answer. Instead, he asked, "You still dare to play?"

Um? What's the meaning?
This time it was Bianchi who held the microphone and looked at Arnault.

Arno shook his head and motioned to continue.

Bianchi had no choice but to ask again, "What do you mean?"

The other party replied: "Literally, your operation is too clumsy, I don't trust you, Mr. Bianchi."

Bianchi was shocked, he did not reveal his identity to the so-called economist, it was his subordinates who contacted him.

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Bianchi said in a deep voice.

The other person replied: "Jonah will not bother you anymore, you're welcome."

After saying that, he hung up the phone...

Bianchi broke out in a cold sweat.
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"Who is Jonah?" Arno asked in a deep voice.

Bianchi secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered: "The one from the East gave himself a French name, and never told anyone else..."

Oh, I never said that, how did anyone know about it?
Arnault looked at Bianchi disappointedly and sighed.

But there is also Delphine here. The eldest princess will not tolerate him. She snorted coldly, "It's a beautiful setup, but someone fell into the trap easily."

Bianchi had nothing to say about Delphine's ridicule.

It's so obvious, the person on the other end of the phone knows everything.

And he didn't know anything.

Even Jonah, who should have been known only to him, was most likely a bait thrown by the other side.

He was so foolish that he took the bait.

But this is his life-saving straw, and he has to grab it no matter what.

"Mr. President." Bianchi did not respond to Delphine's sarcasm, but faced Arnault directly, "Do you want to continue the transaction?"

Delphine's mockery was so intense, "You knew it was a trap, but you still wanted to jump into it?"

Arno reached out and suppressed his eldest daughter's anger.

He said slowly: "No matter who it is over there, they went through so much trouble just to trade. What I want is the formula."

Get to the heart of the matter.

After that, he looked at Bianchi again and said in a deep voice: "There is a spy inside the company."

Jacques panicked when he heard this, leaned forward, and subconsciously touched the cufflinks on his left hand...

(End of this chapter)