Chapter 1668: 1668
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Yes, Royce had intended a peaceful settlement, and if David Schmidt Raine would stop, he would.
But it's a pity that David Schmidt Lane didn't give him a chance at all, and David Schmidt ran him to the end.
David Schmidt lane, thinking about it, picked up the phone on the desk and dialed out.
"David Schmidt lane, don't waste your time. I checked your account. There's no money in the school account." David Schmidt Lane's action, once again provoked Royce's nerve, his face smile, more and more: "and you think this is the end? I tell you, not yet! "
As he spoke, he took his cell phone out of his pocket.
"Dudu Dudu..."
After three busy tones, the call was successfully connected.
"Mr. Dale, I'm Royce, and that's it..." As he spoke, Royce gave a brief account of what had happened.
The next moment, David Schmidt Lane's cell phone rings, and the caller ID is not someone else, it's Dell's number.
There's no need to answer. David Schmidt lane can guess that Royce must have joined Dell to put pressure on him.
"Good, good, you are cruel enough!" David Schmidt Lane's face was dark, the corners of his mouth were twitching, and the flames of anger were burning in his pupils.
"Dean, you praise me falsely. I just do things according to my orders..." Royce said with a smile: "of course, if the president stops supporting Qin Luo now, the issue of funds will not be a problem."
Threat! The threat of red fruits.
The kind that doesn't even cover up in the middle.
This, instead, provoked the anger of David Schmidt lane.
"Ha ha..." David Schmidt Lane laughed angrily and snapped, "Royce, do you think that's going to threaten me?"
"I tell you, dream!"
"Today, I, David Schmidt lane, even if I had the cheek to ask for it, would have returned all your money!"
"Well, please do it..." Royce shrugged his shoulders and chuckled innocently.
With these words, Royce stopped speaking, but sat on his own side and looked at David Schmidt lane with a smile on his face.
MIT itself mainly comes from two aspects, one is state subsidies, the other is social assistance.
Now, in the face of such disputes, the state will certainly not intervene.
And social assistance, not to mention.
Now the whole public opinion is being manipulated by them, and no company will provide funds to help MIT.
To put it bluntly, he is now in the bag.
"The boss's plan is really good..." Royce in the heart secretly flattered!
……
Difficult! It's hard!
David Schmidt lane has been president of MIT for more than a decade, and they have not been without financial crisis.
But in the past, he can solve the crisis through various channels.
Only now, he feels helpless.
The interest groups represented by burmington blocked almost all his channels.
"Dong Dong Dong..."
Just as David Schmidt lane was at his wit's end, the door of the office was knocked again.
"Who!"
"It's me!" Lisa, David Schmidt's secretary, replied.
"What's the matter?"
"Dean, Mr. Acton wants to see you..."
Acton!
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Yes, Royce had intended a peaceful settlement, and if David Schmidt Raine would stop, he would.
But it's a pity that David Schmidt Lane didn't give him a chance at all, and David Schmidt ran him to the end.
David Schmidt lane, thinking about it, picked up the phone on the desk and dialed out.
"David Schmidt lane, don't waste your time. I checked your account. There's no money in the school account." David Schmidt Lane's action, once again provoked Royce's nerve, his face smile, more and more: "and you think this is the end? I tell you, not yet! "
As he spoke, he took his cell phone out of his pocket.
"Dudu Dudu..."
After three busy tones, the call was successfully connected.
"Mr. Dale, I'm Royce, and that's it..." As he spoke, Royce gave a brief account of what had happened.
The next moment, David Schmidt Lane's cell phone rings, and the caller ID is not someone else, it's Dell's number.
There's no need to answer. David Schmidt lane can guess that Royce must have joined Dell to put pressure on him.
"Good, good, you are cruel enough!" David Schmidt Lane's face was dark, the corners of his mouth were twitching, and the flames of anger were burning in his pupils.
"Dean, you praise me falsely. I just do things according to my orders..." Royce said with a smile: "of course, if the president stops supporting Qin Luo now, the issue of funds will not be a problem."
Threat! The threat of red fruits.
The kind that doesn't even cover up in the middle.
This, instead, provoked the anger of David Schmidt lane.
"Ha ha..." David Schmidt Lane laughed angrily and snapped, "Royce, do you think that's going to threaten me?"
"I tell you, dream!"
"Today, I, David Schmidt lane, even if I had the cheek to ask for it, would have returned all your money!"
"Well, please do it..." Royce shrugged his shoulders and chuckled innocently.
With these words, Royce stopped speaking, but sat on his own side and looked at David Schmidt lane with a smile on his face.
MIT itself mainly comes from two aspects, one is state subsidies, the other is social assistance.
Now, in the face of such disputes, the state will certainly not intervene.
And social assistance, not to mention.
Now the whole public opinion is being manipulated by them, and no company will provide funds to help MIT.
To put it bluntly, he is now in the bag.
"The boss's plan is really good..." Royce in the heart secretly flattered!
……
Difficult! It's hard!
David Schmidt lane has been president of MIT for more than a decade, and they have not been without financial crisis.
But in the past, he can solve the crisis through various channels.
Only now, he feels helpless.
The interest groups represented by burmington blocked almost all his channels.
"Dong Dong Dong..."
Just as David Schmidt lane was at his wit's end, the door of the office was knocked again.
"Who!"
"It's me!" Lisa, David Schmidt's secretary, replied.
"What's the matter?"
"Dean, Mr. Acton wants to see you..."
Acton!
Yes, Royce had intended a peaceful settlement, and if David Schmidt Raine would stop, he would. But it's a pity that David Schmidt Lane didn't give him a chance at all, and David Schmidt ran him to the end. David Schmidt lane, thinking about it, picked up the phone on the desk and dialed out. "David Schmidt lane, don't waste your time. I checked your account. There's no money in the school account." David Schmidt Lane's action, once again provoked Royce's nerve, his face smile, more and more: "and you think this is the end? I tell you, not yet! " As he spoke, he took his cell phone out of his pocket. "Dudu Dudu..." After three busy tones, the call was successfully connected. "Mr. Dale, I'm Royce, and that's it..." As he spoke, Royce gave a brief account of what had happened. The next moment, David Schmidt Lane's cell phone rings, and the caller ID is not someone else, it's Dell's number. There's no need to answer. David Schmidt lane can guess that Royce must have joined Dell to put pressure on him. "Good, good, you are cruel enough!" David Schmidt Lane's face was dark, the corners of his mouth were twitching, and the flames of anger were burning in his pupils. "Dean, you praise me falsely. I just do things according to my orders..." Royce said with a smile: "of course, if the president stops supporting Qin Luo now, the issue of funds will not be a problem." Threat! The threat of red fruits. The kind that doesn't even cover up in the middle. This, instead, provoked the anger of David Schmidt lane. "Ha ha..." David Schmidt Lane laughed angrily and snapped, "Royce, do you think that's going to threaten me?" "I tell you, dream!" "Today, I, David Schmidt lane, even if I had the cheek to ask for it, would have returned all your money!" "Well, please do it..." Royce shrugged his shoulders and chuckled innocently. With these words, Royce stopped speaking, but sat on his own side and looked at David Schmidt lane with a smile on his face. MIT itself mainly comes from two aspects, one is state subsidies, the other is social assistance. Now, in the face of such disputes, the state will certainly not intervene. And social assistance, not to mention. Now the whole public opinion is being manipulated by them, and no company will provide funds to help MIT. To put it bluntly, he is now in the bag. "The boss's plan is really good..." Royce in the heart secretly flattered! Difficult! It's hard! David Schmidt lane has been president of MIT for more than a decade, and they have not been without financial crisis. But in the past, he can solve the crisis through various channels. Only now, he feels helpless. The interest groups represented by burmington blocked almost all his channels. "Dong Dong Dong..." Just as David Schmidt lane was at his wit's end, the door of the office was knocked again. "Who!" "It's me!" Lisa, David Schmidt's secretary, replied. "What's the matter?" "Dean, Mr. Acton wants to see you..." Acton!
