With the direct support of the royal family, old Aston's heart is even more confident.

Had it not been for the turmoil of the nationalization of the Bank of England, the group of these billion pounds would have taken most of it by themselves.

Then find someone to guarantee that you can raise 100 million by borrowing 20 to 30 million.

Or if the royal family is willing to take money out, let the royal family buy shares.

But the most critical issue is not the 100 million, but the two tons of diamonds.

Because they can’t eat it, the price is still the most fundamental thing for the Diamond Group.

As long as there is a little hope, the old Aston wants to retrieve the diamond.

When there was really no way, he was willing to buy back those two tons of diamonds for 100 million pounds.

Even as long as he is given back a ton of diamonds, so that the Diamond Group can sustain it in kind, there is still room and opportunity to redeem everything.

After all, diamonds are dug from the ground, as long as there are diamonds to maintain the existing diamond operating system rather than collapse.

There are funds to maintain the mining of the pit, and the big deal is that I have been working for robbers for the past ten years.

But if the Diamond Group slows down, Old Aston swears in his heart that he will not do anything else for the rest of his life.

Directly hand over the group to his son Oliver. He, an old man who cannot live for many years, will only do one thing in the future.

That is to find out the robbers, and then kill all the people involved in this matter, even their family members.

The old Aston was fierce in his heart, and then he let out a helpless sigh.

What's the use of thinking about this?

Only through this difficulty can there be a future.

And just as the **** Sinclair Bartley said, old Aston really worried that the robbers would eat diamonds and would eat the 100 million pounds of blackmail.

Besides, no one will take a risk on their own under the premise that an insurance company loses money.

The old Aston, who had never swallowed his anger for decades, except for people with higher status than himself, endured the anxiety and anger in his heart.

With a calm face, he said to Sinclair, "We are a supplier of 60% of the world's diamonds. Once diamonds are short, do you know how many years old people will go bankrupt and lose their source of livelihood?"

Sinclair pouted his lips, smoking a few cigars and lowering his head, but he didn't answer.

In an instant, Old Aston stood up angrily and stared at Sinclair who was sitting. "Hundreds of thousands of English practitioners have lost their jobs. Those gentlemen in Downing Street, the first one to stare at is your Sinclair. Insurance company".

"Unemployment is your problem. As for how I face Downing Street, that's my problem."

Sinclair flicked his cigar casually, thinking that as long as he was still rich, he would give away two million, five million, or even the shares of the Sinclair Group to those people in Downing Street.

"I only know that if the Diamond Group breaches the contract, I have the right to refuse to pay the premium according to the contract.

The £5 million is still provided to you free of charge thanks to the friendship we have been a partner for many years."

The Diamond Group personnel present immediately stared at Sinclair angrily.

Oliver Aston quickly stood up and argued, "You don't have the right to accuse us of breaching the contract with the case more than ten years ago.

And I haven’t worked for the Diamond Group back then, and what I have done has nothing to do with the group.”

"Shut up, shut up, Oliver."

Of course the old Aston knew this, and he also knew in his heart that Sinclair was holding on to his own son, not even his grandson.

"Sinclair, don't forget what the foundation of the insurance industry is."

"We have been your customers for 30 years, and we have never missed a penny premium. But when we need you to pay back, what have we got?.

I didn’t say anything, but I was threatened by a villain and villain like you.”

Sinclair rolled his eyes and said, "I am a villain, then you are the **** butcher.

Since you dug the first diamond in South Africa, all you have brought to Africa are hunger, war, plague and death.

Every diamond is stained with the blood and tears of countless Africans.

Compared to you, I am a saint, Mr. Aston."

NM, this is a direct turn of the face.

Li Changheng frowned, but he was overjoyed to find Old Aston, his face flushed with anger because Sinclair called him Mr. Aston instead of SIR-Aston.

Then I saw the old man with cold eyes, staring at Sinclair and swearing, "I am Mill Aston, the only king of the diamond world.

Sinclair, I will crush you and take everything you have now, and then stand in front of your grave and pee."

Sinclair squinted his eyes and frowned in anger, but as the two looked at each other, the more Sinclair looked at Old Aston, the colder his heart became.

This old man is really just like what he said just now, only war and death have brought to the country where the diamond mine is located.

Otherwise, why should the London Diamond Group control 60% of the world’s diamond transactions and 70% to 80% of the production of rough stones?

This can be achieved by controlling most of the diamond mines with the largest reserves and the easiest to mine.

But thinking about this to this point, it is not only money, but also not only strength and influence.

What really depends on is the endless instigation of conflicts between the tribes, so that the machinery has not yet taken the mainstream. The diamond group has enough and cheap enough workers, or slaves to help them mine, beneficiate, and find diamonds.

The theory of blood diamonds that has only become popular in the future, comparing this time with the past, is nothing short of illusory.

Thinking of England's **** plunder of South Africa's gold and diamonds~lightnovelpub.net~The only thought in Sinclair's mind at this time is that he must act first to be strong.

Otherwise, if the Diamond Group slows down, or if you are holding yourself to death when you are dying, it will be too late to regret it.

Throwing the cigar in his hand on the thousands-pound carpet, Sinclair walked out of the office with a frosty expression.

"BOSS, what shall we do now?"

Old Aston sat down in the boss chair discouragedly, just about to talk, and couldn't help looking at Finch Grant.

Then put it on Charles, Andrew and Li Changheng.

If they weren't there, Old Aston might have swallowed his breath and let Vinci continue to investigate.

But with the performance of Li Changheng just now, and thinking of seeking help from Philip, Old Aston immediately called out the security guard.

Pointing to Finch, whose face changed drastically, he said, "Mr. Grant, since Sinclair defaulted and refused to pay the premium, you don't need to stay here anymore."

When Li Changheng heard this, he couldn't help but curl his lips. If he handled it, he would definitely let Vinci stay in this building and send four security guards to follow him at all times.

Don't let Vinci feel at ease to check, let alone let him leave.

Even if Vinci sued the Diamond Group to put him under house arrest afterwards, there was only one result in the end.

The group has survived, and insurance investigators like Fincher can just pass the super group.

If the group did not survive, it would just add another accusation.

Seeing Vinci's face angry and unwilling to leave, Li Changheng heard old Aston shout, "Henry."

When I turned around, I saw something shining, flying towards me.