Chapter 3350: The Way of the Wild Dog

Damn it!

The chairman, frightened by the words "adding guilt upon guilt," turned deathly pale and stammered anxiously: "Then... then the only thing we can do now is withdraw the dark flower?! You tell me how Steve Rothschild will deal with me?"

The blond man said: "Chairman, I think since Steve publicly spoke out in the financial circle, it's equivalent to all financial conglomerates watching the follow-up of this matter. At this time, if you promptly withdraw the dark flower and apologize to him, he should not make things too difficult for you. If you obey and do as he says, yet he still makes things difficult for you, his own prestige will be affected. Moreover, the basic logic of this matter is: you planted the dark flower first, he protected Tawana afterward, so this is not you deliberately provoking him. When he declared he would protect Tawana, if you promptly give him this face, he should not make things difficult for you either. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, the chairman's expression eased slightly, and he nodded slightly: "What you say also makes sense. I previously did not know Tawana was actually related to the Rothschild family. Had I known, even if I never returned to America in this lifetime, I would not dare to oppose the Rothschild family."

Having said that, he immediately said: "Hurry up, first withdraw the dark flower. Besides, I will now call Steve—how can I get his contact information?"

Given the Rothschild family's status and Steve's position as second-in-command in the Rothschild family, the vast majority of people in American financial conglomerates are not qualified to contact him directly, so it's quite normal not to have his contact information.

The blond man hurriedly said: "When Steve Rothschild spoke out, he left a dedicated phone number, which can always be used to contact him."

"Quick, give me the number!"

One minute later.

While Steve was enjoying lunch, an encrypted satellite phone in front of him suddenly rang.

He put down his knife and fork, pressed the answer button, and coldly said: "Who is it?"

A fawning and flustered voice came from the other end of the line: "Mr. Rothschild, I am... I am Matt Finkelstein of the Finkelstein family..."

"Finkelstein?" Steve frowned and asked: "Your family came from Germany, right?"

"Yes..." Matt Finkelstein respectfully said: "Our family came to America in 1938."

"Hmm." Steve acknowledged, then said: "Was the dark flower on Tawana planted by you?"

"Yes..." Matt Finkelstein said, ashamed: "I did not know you knew Tawana, so I planted that one-billion-dollar dark flower. I have offended greatly, please forgive me. I have already had people withdraw the dark flower. Rest assured, I will not harbor any ill intentions toward Tawana in the future..."

Steve coldly said: "Wait, don't hang up. I'll tell you in a moment."

Matt hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I'm waiting for you here!"

Steve muted the satellite phone call, then used his own phone to call Ye Chen.

As soon as the call connected, he immediately said to Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye, the person who planted the dark flower has been found—his name is Matt Finkelstein. The dark flower has been withdrawn. I heard what sounded like airplane engine noise in his phone call—he might be fleeing. How do you want to handle this person? Should I take care of it for you?"

Ye Chen said: "I have no grudge against this person. As long as the dark flower is withdrawn and he won't do it again, that's enough. There's no need to exterminate him completely."

"Alright." Steve said: "He's lucky."

Ye Chen added: "By the way, this person is in such a hurry to kill Tawana—he must be under tremendous external pressure. I suggest you protect him; he might be useful later."

Steve said: "Those pressuring him are surely the financial conglomerates and officials who usually collude with him in wrongdoing. The situation in Washington has changed drastically, and many people are now panicking all day long—this is likely related. This person surely holds many secrets. Keeping him as a pawn is not impossible—I just don't know if he'll cooperate."

Ye Chen smiled and said: "Tell him, when a pack of evil dogs are all about to be taken away for euthanasia, the dogs biting each other is meaningless—it only makes people more eager to round them all up and kill them. At such a time, it's not about which dog is the fiercest surviving, but which dog is adopted by someone—that's which dog gets to live."

Steve chuckled: "Understood, Mr. Ye. I'll get on it now! If he behaves obediently, I'll protect him fully and keep him as a backup."

Ye Chen grunted in acknowledgment, then said: "You go handle it. I have nothing else to do here."

"Yes, Mr. Ye." Steve said, then suddenly remembered and hastily added: "By the way, Mr. Ye, I'm about to depart for China soon. From now on, I'll be long-term in China managing our family's business there. The new headquarters will be set in Jin Ling. When I go to Jin Ling, I'll treat you to a meal—you must show face!"

"You say that." Ye Chen said: "When you come, I should be the host to welcome you. Whenever you arrive, just mention me—or mention Master Hong Wu—and I'll definitely be there for the welcome banquet."

"Got it!" Steve said gratefully: "Then thank you, Mr. Ye!"

After ending the call with Ye Chen, Steve picked up the satellite phone again and canceled the mute.

On the phone, Steve said lightly: "Matt, since you know you were wrong, I won't make things difficult for you over this."

On the other end, Matt Finkelstein exhaled in relief, nearly crying with emotion, his voice choked: "Thank you! Thank you for your magnanimity, respected Mr. Rothschild!"

Steve said: "By the way, you're in such a hurry to kill Tawana—there must be others pressuring you, right?"

"Yes..." Matt Finkelstein sighed long and bitterly: "Don't blame me for saying this, respected Mr. Rothschild, but if Tawana's secrets were made public, many people would want my life..."

Steve smiled, recalling Ye Chen's words, and said: "They want your life, isn't it because you and your kind usually do evil, and now that the truth is out, you're turning on each other like dogs?"

"Yes... you're right..." Matt Finkelstein dared not deny, only able to admit it honestly.

Steve smiled and said: "I hear it's noisy on your end—are you on a plane? Frankly, fleeing now is already a bit late. I suggest you come back to New York. I'll have people protect you fully. If I ever need you to expose those secrets, as long as you cooperate honestly, I can also ensure you stay alive."

Saying this, Steve spoke sincerely: "Matt, remember: when a pack of evil dogs are all about to be taken away for euthanasia, the dogs biting each other is meaningless—this crazy approach only makes people more eager to round them all up and kill them. So, at such a time, it's not which dog is the fiercest that survives, but which dog is adopted by someone—that's which dog gets to live."