Vol 10 Chapter 3652: Routines are routines

The remaining small part comes from some large domestic financial institutions.
"Boom boom boom~"
Sarah knocked on the office door.
"In!"
In the room, Booth Dulu's voice came.
"Crack~"
Sarah opened the door and looked at Booth Dulu with a smile on her face, and said, "Mr. Booth, the flow of funds has been checked."
"The other party's capital for this entry is about 3 billion US dollars."
"About 2 billion of these come from Exxon Mobil Oil Company itself and some listed companies under the Rockefeller family."
"The remaining 1 billion, mostly from domestic financial institutions, and some are retail investors..."
Hearing Sarah's words, Booth Dulu and Williams Dulu looked at each other with a faint smile on their faces.
As they thought, John Rockefeller wanted to stabilize the stock price!
But, is he stable?
He still has more than tens of billions of dollars in stocks that haven't been sold out, so why is John Rockefeller stable?
"Smash~"
"Smash me fiercely!"
"Today I want to make Exxon Mobil Petroleum Company's stock price completely hit the street!" Booth Dulu grinned grimly: "John Rockefeller actually wants to play, then I will play with him enough!"
"Today, I want to show the world the true energy of our Dulu family."
"understand!"
Sarah responded, then turned and left.
After a while, a new round of hitting began.
Exxon Mobil's stock price continued to fall, and soon the decline returned to more than 20%, and there is a trend to hit a new low.
Seeing the declining stock price, Booth Duluo's face showed a smile of relief.
Of course, the downward trend is not smooth.
There have also been several small rebounds during this period.
But after knowing that the other party's capital flow still came from the Rockefeller family, Booth Dulue's smile became even stronger.
He didn't worry about John Rockefeller's purchase.
He even wished that John Rockefeller would continue to enter.
He wants to run out of funds in the opponent's hands.
"John Rockefeller, the old thing, still want to struggle? Ha ha, then I will run out of bullets in his hand!"
"Dad, are we winning this time?"
"Winning ticket!"
"Huh~"
At this moment, Williams Dulu exhaled a long breath.
Although he had already guessed in his mind, when he was affirmed by Booth Dulu, his little heart hanging in his throat, then landed again.
At this moment, his mood was lifted up again.
He couldn't wait to go to Princeton, and wanted to wash away the shame from Qin Luo in front of him.
"Dad, I'll go to Princeton first. I have something to tell Qin Luo..."
"Well, you can." Booth Dulu nodded and said, "Remember to bring a few people with you when you go."
"There is a saying that two fists are hard to beat four hands. No matter how hard Qin Luo can fight, he can still be killed by a crowd of tactics."
"Yeah!" Williams nodded, his eyes gleaming with spirits.
This time, he wanted to tell Qin Luo why the flowers were so red.

The stock price is still falling, but the smile on John Rockefeller's face has expanded.
The few small rebounds just now were done deliberately by John Rockefeller.