The atmosphere was extremely quiet.
It was cold.
Quavon said, "In other words, you're not going to stop?"
Clayton said, "I didn't do anything at all. Things have developed to the point of no return. It was you guys who courted death. If you all hadn’t gotten too greedy and wanted to lock up all the money, everything could still be saved. But now..."
He smiled.
The situation now was very clear.
Sloan Corporation was hit wave after wave. Even if the politicians wanted to stand up for them, reality would not allow it.
Countless people began to take to the streets to protest this stock market turmoil, and countless spearheads pointed at Sloan Corporation.
Instead of responding promptly and taking effective measures, Sloan Corporation condescendingly accused the demonstrators of being "unreasonable” with an arrogant attitude time and time again.
Sloan Corporation earned a lot of money, and they sunk their teeth in and refused to let go of the money.
They did not want to allow even a penny to leak out, which angered the stockholders even more.
Many people were demonstrating at the entrance of Sloan Corporation every day. All the companies under Sloan Corporation had been negatively impacted and boycotted.
Even their basic daily work had been seriously affected.
"Are you only capable of saying cynical remarks now?"
Quavon's tone was gruff and displeased.
Clayton chuckled. His gaze glanced sideways at the tension that was inadvertently revealed on Quavon's face.
He wanted to laugh because he felt like they deserved i t.
"Spit the money out, and the people in Liberty will let you go. It’s very simple. All they want is money."
Quavon's face changed.
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