William White's talk with Bush Jr. wasn't just aimless chatter. Although he wasn't sure who was making things difficult for him, one thing was clear: the Jewish financial groups were highly suspect.
It's simple, really. In this world, everyone loves money to some extent. But when it comes to selling the rope that could hang them, only certain people do that.
World War II took many lives, and indeed, as a community, they suffered greatly. The bloody scenes brought some wise souls to their senses. However, greed, well, it's their legacy.
William White didn't have a position to point fingers. In fact, he greatly admired these money-makers.
Just don't target him. When it comes to greed, everyone is in the same boat. Disrupting the silver futures market is just playing with fire.
Bush Jr. had no position either. As an idealistic cowboy, he didn't care what those people thought. In reality, no matter how powerful they were, Texas was still a stronghold of the right.
After delivering the message, he was somewhat smug, being part of a political family and unable to attack. But William White was different -- a joker unafraid of a battle of words.
He could act childish, but his father couldn't. If something went wrong, there would be huge trouble.
Some said this was clearly self-destructive behavior. Going head-to-head with them would leave William White without a trace.
That made some sense, but it wasn't entirely true. If the opponent was united, even ten William Whites wouldn't be enough. Moreover, wasn't he just negotiating?
Yes, it was only a threat.
Glossing over the incident and then making threats, such a clever group naturally understood the implication.
Clearly, the pressure wasn't on him. For selfish interests, someone sought to ruin a prosperous situation, an unforgivable act.
As for having no evidence?
Are you kidding? Where are there secrets in this world? They've determined you did it.
Like the U.S. securities regulations, you have to prove your innocence. If you had evidence, there wouldn't be any unresolved matters.
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"This bastard, how dare he? How dare he?"
Watching the old guy go crazy, his subordinates were at a loss for words. Always meddling, now look at what you've done -- blame it on mischief?
"Sir, it's not William White's issue. You need to explain to the Council of Elders now."
"Sigh, that bastard."
Besides cursing, the old guy had no other good solutions. The current international situation was truly full of mysterious changes. William White wasn't their only dissatisfied force.
That's why the Council of Elders was pissed. Clearly, he didn't want conflicts with them and didn't have ideas of breaking the leftist background. There were no irreconcilable contradictions.
Well, now someone's greed for profit ruined a perfect hand.
They knew William White had no intention to cut ties. Didn't they see many of his executives were Jewish? From this perspective, this was a pro-Jewish force.
Denying it?
Haha, this was the result everyone recognized. Even if it wasn't you, don't start anything else. The blame is yours, and there's nothing more to say.
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Skipping past these matters, William White wasn't having an easy time. Acting recklessly was leaving hidden dangers. While it wasn't an immediate concern, in the long run, it was definitely not a good thing.
The current situation wasn't what he wanted. Unfortunately, Citibank was aggressive. Just a few days of peace, and another incident arose.
Without waiting for a response, William White knew it wouldn't solve anything. The old guy likely needed to retreat behind the scenes, no longer as easily able to control things.
There was indeed fierce conflict within the Jewish financial groups. Relatively speaking, conservative forces still held the advantage. Cursing William White, they also didn't spare Citibank's old guy.
As William White predicted, they tacitly stopped mentioning the matter.
His assistant Suzuki asked, "Sir, you've been exhausted lately. Get some rest."
"Don't give me that look. I'm fine, just under a lot of pressure recently."
"Is it settled?"
"Temporarily, I suppose. Sigh, unfortunately, I'm still not strong enough."
"No, you're already very strong."
"Really? In what way?"
"You're naughty. No, just rest."
William White was really frustrated. At his current status, people still dared to mess with him.
He was certain that there would always be restless people. He called others money slaves, but wasn't he one too?
"Hmm, this is how the forces look on the surface. Let's shift our focus abroad." William White had fallen asleep, pondering many things, causing a noticeable decline in his quality of life. Fortunately, the Japanese girl was gentle and submissive.
He was indeed quite conspicuous now. With everyone having a tough time, he was thriving, and his personal wealth was growing at a terrifying speed.
All powers were watching. After all, there were no resources left in this world. The previous things were all divided.
Now, everyone knew IT and entertainment had potential, but unfortunately, as a pioneer, his development was too fast. Finding him a competitor wasn't easy.
Like warfare, there was no opening against him as a whole. Using the Fair Trade Commission, they only wanted to slow him down. If a successful split was managed, everyone would rejoice.
Having sorted his thoughts, William White got busy again. It's really dumbfounding. Making movies was one thing, but wanting to edit them himself? That was quite an eccentricity.
He was helpless, though. Even knowing the Falklands wouldn't drag on, it was hard to be reconciled. Couldn't those fools just have a standoff for a while? Instead, they went for a long-range raid. Great, it was over in a few days.
That's fine for them, but his movie wasn't finished yet.
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