"It's the expulsion of your security forces!"

Schmidt straightened his back hard, as if he was full of confidence: "Actually, as soon as you entered Alaska, I felt that your security forces were too unsafe. For this reason, I mobilized some of the Aboriginal people to leave the base village along the south... Now it seems that you are indeed ambitions. You are not thinking about how to mine, but how to invade the fishing grounds, plunder the interests of the Aboriginal people, and destroy the balance in Alaska!"

Schmidt's words were more like an explanation for the previous escort evacuation and taking away all the constant temperature towers in the village. As for whom is the subject of this explanation? Pulitzer and others were all ignored.

"Yes, we just want to occupy the fishing grounds and control the warm fish! Not only that, what we are going to talk about today is the agreement signed by your company with our various consortiums!"

Pulitzer finished laughing sucking, pressed the clean cigar stem on the table and said in a bad way: "You do nothing, and you will occupy 30% of the income from the mine. This is too robbery! Our seven major consortiums must not accept this kind of exploitation! This interest distribution agreement must be re-signed today!".

By now, the Pulitzer side had already discovered the goal. Their intentions were unscrupulous and were just displayed nakedly in front of Schmidt.

The elites of these seven super consortiums regard the humiliation of the people who were influentially popular in the wave of public opinion over the previous year as an extremely wonderful enjoyment. It feels more comfortable and refreshing than a virgin who has been playing several flowers in a row!!

"Re-sign the benefit distribution agreement?"

When Schmidt heard this, he seemed to be an old cat who was stepped on his tail and suddenly became furious: "No, absolutely not! These agreements have been signed long ago. 30% of the profits of our company are completely reasonable. We spent millions of dollars to purchase Alaska's mineral development rights in 1992!"

"So what?"

Pulitzerson smiled bitterly: "It's just a few million dollars. How can it be compared with the vast mineral deposits underground in Alaska? Besides, the one hundred mineral development rights you auctioned will have long been repaid, right? Stop talking nonsense, this unreasonable agreement must be abolished today and re-signed! Mr. Schmidt, if you don't know what happened, hoho. Our seven major consortiums would never mind buying your 99-year mineral development rights!"

The threat in Pulitzer's words is very clear. If Schmidt knows what he likes and revises the interest distribution agreement according to his own intention, then there is still a share of Alaska's mineral profit. However, if he continues to resist irresponsiblely, then the seven major consortiums will use thunder and iron-fisted means to forcibly acquire Schmidt's 199 mineral development rights! At that time, Schmidt and his company will not get a penny and can only leave Alaska in shame!

Schmidt was so angry that he shivered. He said in a trembling voice: "Bandit, hooligan, villain! I, Schmidt, have witnessed it today. The so-called super chaebol who is arrogant has such a disgusting and ugly face! Don't be proud, my company has five thousand guards. If you dare to do anything, I... I will never mind launching a war to protect your legitimate rights and interests!"

Both sides used the word "never mind" in their words, but they only listened from the tone. It is clear which one is stronger and who is weak, which one is full of confidence, and which one is fierce and the one is weak.

"You want war?"

Pulitzer raised his head and laughed as if he heard the funnyest joke in the world: "Okay, if you want to fight, we will satisfy you! The proud Mr. Schmidt. Do you think there are five thousand guards you rely on? Didn't the result of Billie's battle yet? Or did you already know, but you still pretended not to know, wanting to come here to bluff and scare us?"

Pulitzer's words were like steel knives, slashing down Schmidt's heart valve one after another, cutting out bloody wounds... I don't know whether Schmidt really didn't know the result of the Billie Fishery or anything else. In short, in the eyes of Pulitzer and others, Schmidt's face is changing now, sometimes white, sometimes blue, sometimes blood red, sometimes dark... endlessly exciting!

After a long time, Schmidt raised his head again, his eyes were full of twisted bloodshots, and his eyes seemed to have cracked: "You... talk nonsense. My guard has more than 4,000 people, and the equipment is the best. The security forces you sent were less than 1,500. There is a huge difference between the two. How could it be able to beat me? How could it be! Ah!?"

At the end of his voice, he had become hoarse and unpleasant, as if he was a wounded lion. Although he was at the end of his strength, he still had to defend his status as a king.

"Oh, it's obviously the fact, but I'm unwilling to face it! It's obviously the failure, but I'm unwilling to admit it! Mr. Schmidt, you... are so disappointing to me!"

Pulitzer tsk in his mouth, pulled open the chair and walked to the window, pointing at the bottom: "Look at the war horses below. If your guards hadn't lost a big loss, how could this kind of a supernatural alien horse fall into our hands?"

Pulitzer's voice seemed to be magical, "seducing" Schmidt stood up in dismay. He swayed to Pulitzer in three steps, and looked out the window along the other person's fingers.

Behind the three-story wooden building, there was a snow-white open space. A tall and majestic horse was pacing back and forth anxiously around a thick stake. If it weren't for the iron chains that were as thick as a baby's arm tied around its neck, it would have been afraid that it had broken its bond and galloped towards the distance!

There is no need for the second sentence to explain, this is the unique nightmare horse that only has the guard!

Schmidt looked gray, his two black pupils had lost focus. Pulitzer leaned leisurely by the window, tilted his head, and enjoyed Schmidt's unlucky appearance.

"Really, it's really a nightmare horse, it's really... how could it be!"

Schmidt let out a desperate howl deep in his throat, his cheeks bulged, it was his teeth pounding. Obviously, Schmidt was trying to control his emotions that were about to lose control, and his hands holding the windowsill. Countless blue veins were bursting out from the back of his hands!

"Oh, is this called the Nightmare Horse? A good name, riding it can indeed bring nightmare torture to the enemy!"

Pulitzer praised lightly, and the voice fell into Schmidt's ears, which were trembling all over, but it was like salting the wound. Every word was heart-wrenching: "Hey, don't look at the cold weather in Alaska, but it can really produce some amazing things... First, the warm fish that can absorb the cold air, and then this alien horse that can be used as ten! Mr. Schmidt, you are so lucky that you can actually have two extremely magical creatures... But unfortunately, who told your guard to be unsuccessful, and it didn't save them!"

Pulitzer took a sip of the cold air outside the window to cool his spleen and lungs. Then he leaned closer to Schmidt's ear and said softly: "The main force of your guard is already in Billie... the entire army is wiped out! Four thousand people, no one left!"

Schmidt staggered and almost sat down under the window. He raised his eyes as red as a wolf, stared at Pulitzer with a friendly and funny face. It took him a long time to get up. He stumbled back to the table and sat on an empty chair.

He was surrounded by six people including Kim Klay.

"No, it's impossible! How could it be wiped out..."

Schmidt hugged his head with his hands in pain, like a stock investor who was deeply trapped. He didn't believe that the market would dive without a lower limit: "I have 4,000 well-equipped and well-trained soldiers, and I fight at home, waiting for my leisure, and there is no reason to lose to an opponent with only half of our number! No. I don't believe that you, you must be lying!"

"Suck..."

Pulitzer pouted, like a victorious general comforting his defeated opponent, walked proudly and gracefully to Schmidt, who was shaking desperately with his head in his arms: "Poor Mr. Schmidt, it seems that you can't train soldiers, but you also have very poor control over your subordinates! The one who won the victory in the Billie victory was the security joint army of our seven major consortiums. I received this information yesterday, and don't you know it now? Or do you want to deceive yourself and live in the world of lies you made up?"

Pulitzer pulled out a cigar from his pocket and stuffed it into Schmidt's blue lips like a child: "Faced with reality, you have lost. You have lost to us, along with your company and this vast land of wealth! Now, can we sit down and talk about revising the interest distribution agreement? Look, smoking a cigar and refreshing. In fact, judging by your humble teacher background, you are already very amazing to be able to fight with our seven major consortiums until now! How about it, when things happen today, why don't you disband your Schmidt Mining Company and come to Morgan to help me?"

Pulitzer was full of slanderous words, and after he said this, he immediately attracted six bad eyes from the side: Pulitzer, do you want to absorb Schmidt? Humph, I think you want to be in trouble and take the resources of Schmidt Mining Company at no cost. How dare you take such a good thing? Humph, don't even think about it without our seven families' discussions.

Of course, this kind of "jealous" work will only be suitable until Schmidt completely gives up his interests. The heads of the seven major consortiums are all elites among the elites, knowing their qualities, and their eyes are just reminders, but there will never be internal strife at this moment.

Schmidt pushed Pulitzer's hand weakly, his lips shook, and shaking off the cigar that represented Pulitzer's "good intention" to the ground.

Schmidt stood up staggeringly, held the edge of the table, and walked back to his camp with a staggering pace. His legs and feet became weak and he sat down weakly.

His back was so desolate that he seemed to have grown older by dozens of years at once! That's right, no matter who he was, from being penniless to having a net worth of over 100 million, and then falling from the clouds, this super roller coaster taste can definitely drive a person crazy.

But strangely, Schmidt was so exhausted that he was hit so hard that the five guards he brought were always lowered their heads and lowered their military caps, looking at their eyes, their noses, their mouths, and their mouths, just like an old monk entering a meditation, sitting on a chair like a clay sculpture, motionless and without saying a word, as if anything that happened in this room had nothing to do with them.

If they hadn't had a rifle in their hands, Pulitzer and others would have almost ignored the existence of the five of them.

Pulitzer exchanged glances with Jin Clay, then Jin Clay called a guard, lowered his head and whispered a few times. The guard understood it and immediately turned around and walked out of the room.

Soon after, the guard turned back. He had a wooden tray-like thing on his hands. He walked to the table and placed it solemnly on the table.

It is located right between Pulitzer and Schmidt.

In the wooden pallet is a pile of paper documents, two pens, and a red open ink box. The font on the document is as new as new, and it is neatly arranged and densely packed. Needless to say, this is the profit distribution agreement that Pulitzer and others have prepared long ago after the correction of the sample agreement.

Pulitzer stood up, bent down and grabbed a dozen documents from the wooden pallet, and pushed them to Schmidt opposite him.

"Mr. Schmidt, as the saying goes, those who know the current affairs are heroes. If you look at this agreement, our seven major consortiums are not unreasonable and do not give the other party any way to survive! We are also quite humane! If you sign this agreement, although the income will be less than before, at least you won't get nothing, right? Come and take a look, you will have to sign it no matter what today!"

Look, this is the domineering thing of the super chaebol. A giant crocodile like Morgan and Rockefeller, God knows how many overbearing contract signing ceremonies like today have gone through such a domineering contract signing ceremony that it has grown from the initial small scale to the current level. Using force to force the other party to sell or give up the wealth it has. This is the common way of multinational super chaebols at the end of the 19th century! Schmidt Mining Company only acted as a snack in the process of growing wildly in these "giant crocodiles". This is not the first time, nor will it happen the last time.

Schmidt's hands trembled slightly as if he was suffering from epilepsy. He humiliatedly took the draft agreement, lowered his head, paused for a moment, and began to read it seriously.

"What. Do you want to occupy 95% of the profits of minerals?...What, you control the source of the warm fish?...What, you also sell the Nightmare Malaysia?... This is simply intolerable. Our company's guard must be cancelled. 5,000 legally held guns must be transferred to your seven major consortiums unconditionally? And this..."

Schmidt read out angrily while watching. This agreement to redistribute interests was indeed extremely harsh as expected. Morgan and seven other consortiums simply pressed Schmidt Mining Company to the ground, cut meat and bleed with an axe! There was no way out at all!

"Too, too much! If I sign, what's the difference between this and disbanding Schmidt Mining on the spot?"

After reading it, Schmidt rubbed his hands, kneaded the sample of the agreement into a piece of paper, and threw it at Pulitzer: "I can't agree. Don't forget that Schmidt Mining Company just hung up my name. The real major shareholder is Princess Melissa of the Spanish Royal Family! You have done so excessively, aren't you afraid of revenge from the Spanish Empire?"

Spain… Empire?

Pulitzer turned his head to avoid the paper ball, looked at Jin Clay and others, almost wanting to laugh out loud: Is that old European power that once had an invincible fleet? Unfortunately, it is no longer its era, just a royal princess. Will it cross the Atlantic Ocean to stand out for her? Or, is it still able to form a decent fleet and come to the American waters to show off? Hahaha, it is absolutely impossible!

Pulitzer and seven others are core members of their respective families. They have too many contacts and have a great grasp of the current world situation and the development trend of the US government in the future: Spain is already a declining place, and the rising sun is about to regard it as the number one target of its own rise... This old power is good enough to protect itself, so how can you spare the effort to pay attention to an unknown royal princess?

"We signed a formal and legal business contract, protected by American law. What's the use of Princess Melissa even if she objected?" Pulitzer laughed.

"I can't sign this word!"

Schmidt had already stood up and stepped towards the door: "The largest shareholder of Schmidt Mining Company is Princess Melissa. I am just a small shareholder who works. Sorry, these documents will be invalid if I sign them!"

"Oh nonono, Mr. Schmidt, the excuse you are looking for is too bad. Since we have asked you to sign, we have naturally done the most complete investigation!"

Pulitzer chuckled and snapped his fingers: "I advise you not to show off your skills in front of those of us who have grown up on business contracts. We are not asking you to sell Schmidt Mining Company, but all you need is to modify the proportion of your profit distribution and terminate a series of agreements between your company and local natives... According to the information we have collected, Mr. Schmidt, you have full authority to sign the various entries listed in this agreement!"

Pulitzer is right. Although Schmidt is only a small shareholder of Schmidt Mining, he does have extremely high authority and can independently formulate the profit distribution ratio between the company and various mineral shareholders. This can be clearly seen by taking the contract he had signed with representatives sent to Alaska for investigation by various consortiums as an example.

As Pulitzer snapped his fingers, the door of the room was pushed open, and a strong security guard ran in quickly from the door. Everyone's eyes were as cold as ice. He picked up the rifle, formed a semicircle, and pointed it at Schmidt who was leaving! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!