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"Don't worry about it," Jack said.

Then Albert left, When he realized Heinrich and Jack were about to engage in a private conversation, he decided to leave them alone.

"Boy, I think you've made a loss signing that deal," Heinrich said while calculating on his phone.

"I don't think so, Uncle. Can I call you Uncle?" Jack asked, as he was kind of Yana's boyfriend, so he was asking, as they were cooperating together.

"Sure, sure, call me anything." The boy in front of him just gave him 14 billion euros, which he made.

"Uncle, this drug may sell well until..." Saying this, Jack stopped; he looked mysterious, and then he came closer to Heinrich; Heinrich also leaned in to hear what Jack had to say.

"Until my company goes online, the parts and the special machines I ordered, do you think Pfizer could compare?" Jack's eyes looked cunning.

"All right, I'll get to work. The work I'm doing for you is more than my own company brat." Although he said this, he was also pleased with Jack and his way of making money.

"Say, where do you think he'll get such an amount?" Jack asked; he was talking about Albert: forty billion euros was not that easy to manage.

"Boy, you're still wet behind your ears," Heinrich said, stood up, sat on his chair, and gestured Jack to sit in front of him.

Jack, rolling his eyes, got up and sat in front of Heinrich.

This man is so pretentious.

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"Look, if you have, let's say, one thousand euros in cash, the bank won't even look at you or help you out in your finances." Heinrich smilingly explained he was actually behaving like a wise old sage.

"But... if you have, let's say, a million euros in your bank and you have no way to pay it back, the bank will still give you a huge amount of loan. Do you know why?" Heinrich asked; he was expecting an answer.

"Because of the huge cash flow?" Jack asked with a doubt in his mind.

"Yes, cash flow. The cash had to flow. Pfizer is one of the most important pharmaceutical companies in the world. The banks will die to give it a loan," Heinrich smilingly said.

"It will give them a brand value too?" Jack asked.

"They don't care about brand value; there's something else at play here. Do you know about the eleven horsemen of the world?" Heinrich asked; he was showing his experience in the world.

"What's Eleven Horsemen?' Jack asked.

"They control the world by manipulating it; if you were not a billionaire, this information wouldn't have mattered to you, but as you're now, they'll summon you any time. They run the world behind the scenes. Do you think covid-19 is a random phenomenon?" Heinrich, saying this, leaned back in his chair; the chair looked comfortable and nice.

" Nope, they decide when to do and what to do; even the elections are rigged. They control the masses; if they don't like you, you're as dead," Heinrrich said.

"So what's the reason for you telling me that?" Jack asked.

"Well, let me tell you straight: Pfizer is owned by one of the eleven horsemen, and do you think 40 billion is money they lack?" Heinrich asked again; he was smiling throughout the conversation.

"I see. Thank you for telling me such things," Jack said. Heinrich genuinely broadened his horizons today.

" No worries, They'll call me first to check on you, then if you're worthy, they'll send someone to invite you to dinner. They won't show themselves, though. The businessman who could be safe from them is a person with the help of a Raco. I'll hide the fact that you're a Raco, so I hope you'll be able to maximize this period and increase your strength," Heinrich said. He was looking a little upset while mentioning the horsemen.

"Uncle, Is there something wrong with you and those Eleven Horsemen?" Jack asked; he didn't want to pry too much into it, but he couldn't ignore such a thing because he was working with Heinrich now.

"Yeah, I've got a little grudge with one of them. There are basically 4 American Horsemen, 1 from Germany, 1 from England, and 1 from France, and I don't know the rest," Heinrich sighed.

"So you have a grudge with the German one?" Jack asked; he wanted to be clear: these Eleven Horsemen seem too powerful.

They may have max-level Raco's in their belt, and Jack was not stupid enough to confront them without knowing them.

"No, I've a grudge against the one I don't know about; he once bought a car from here. I offended him because I stopped his car delivery; he stopped my whole trade with Asia and Africa." Heinrich looked scared.

"Then, I've sent the same car 20 times, like I literally bought twenty cars and sent them but was not forgiven. I had to beg the German horseman; it took an ancient castle of my ancestors to be forgiven from that calamity. He was almost closing my business in the US too." Heinrich was still dreadful about such a person.

That's why he was eager to help Jack in all his ventures. He saw the potential in Jack, which he was almost certain could beat those Eleven Horsemen.

"So basically, they can do whatever they want—plague, world hunger; these are all controlled by them?" Jack asked.

"Yes, they love to control things; now they are feeling like the world population is too much, so... You know how it goes." Heinrich shrugged his shoulders.

"World War 3?" Jack squinted his eyes; the information this oldie was spouting was enormous.

"Yeah, the preparations are going on, and there's also something wrong with the Raco community, so basically there is a world-destroying event coming. The island you're making is going to be our last shelter," Heinrich said he looked hopeful.

"Well, I can't guarantee anything. I have to prepare many things now that you've mentioned such drama. We will need a lot of manpower," Jack said.

"What am I here for?" Heinrich, saying this, laughed out loud.

"Let me make you a list again." Jack took a paper and a pen from the desk and started writing.