But if you point your gun at this side, someone will turn their backs on you in a minute.

But now, I have not developed to the point where I am not afraid of falling out.

To what extent?

Buffett has not yet reached that level at this time.

David Mellon roared beside Abel excitedly.

"fxxk! Oh God, Holy Mary! Holy Son, shitfxkk!! Abel, you are so awesome! You are so awesome at fxxk!"

This guy was shouting crazily and walking around Abel to vent his excitement.

The eight traders who had finished their work were even more red-faced, and each of them burst into heart-rending roars.

"Quiet, behave normally."

Abel Versailles took a moment to calm down and began to tell him what to do next.

"Gradually withdraw funds from middlemen. The interest and commissions that should be paid are as much as they should be."

"There are also tax procedures that need to be followed, and they must be foolproof."

"I don't want my company's tax return to attract the IRS."

"Those guys are even afraid of the fans. I'm afraid too."

David Mellon listened carefully and nodded solemnly: "I will take care of these things."

Abel thought for a while, and it seemed that he had nothing important to explain.

Suddenly remembering something, he pointed at the trader and continued:

"Eight of them, each gave them a check of 200,000 to help them make up for the personal taxes they should pay."

David smiled: "No problem!"

The eight traders who had stayed in the room for a week, eating, sleeping and going to the toilet, were all smiling.
Chapter completed!