"I am the Count of Monte Cristo, and it is not your country B to pry away our oil customers? What are the conditions, just ask for it!" The Count of Monte Cristo hung up the phone and dialed another number.

This time, the Count of Monte Cristo did not bend around again, and went directly to the point, and questioned the other party as soon as he opened his mouth, but he didn't know why, he finally felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and the bad premonition became stronger and stronger.

"Fack.. Why did you get kicked in the head by a donkey, your customer in country X was warped, what is the matter with Lao Tzu in country B? If you are sick, go to the doctor, don't jump out and bite people!"

"Smack!"

"Toot, toot..."

The Count of Monte Cristo did not believe in evil and continued to make calls to other hostile nations.

Every time, in addition to being scolded by the other party, the conclusions reached are surprisingly consistent.

About the customer being pryed.

Those countries that are hostile to country X are unified.

In other words, it was not the work of these hostile countries at all.

So, who will it be?

The Count of Monte Cristo thought of the first possibility again, and his heart suddenly burst out for no reason, and a layer of white sweat broke out on his forehead.

Then, he didn't bother to call.

Because there's no need for that anymore.

Several hostile countries that have the strength and motivation to target country X are unaware of this matter, let alone those hostile countries whose national strength is not as good as that of country X.

"Uncle. Uncle.. Earl, something is wrong, the price of oil in our country has suddenly begun to fall, and the price of oil has fallen to the freezing point of history, and the back has been completely messed up!" When the Count of Monte Cristo had a headache, a bad news came from the rear.

"What is the price of oil now?" said the Count of Monte Cristo, rising from his seat with wide eyes, as if he were about to swallow the man alive.

When the visitor saw his posture, he was frightened and didn't say a word.

After hesitating for a long time, he dared to hand over the laptop in his hand, and then buried his head deeply, not daring to take a breath.

"34 green coins per barrel, Fack, how is it possible!" the Count of Monte Cristo almost fainted.

In the morning, the oil price of country X was still in the 40s, almost 50 barrels, and in just a few hours, the oil price plummeted directly to more than 30.

"You go down first, I will immediately report this matter to Her Majesty, remember, no matter what, you must stabilize the situation in the rear, and you must not let this matter continue to deteriorate!" the Count of Monte Cristo waved his hand weakly.

Things have developed to this point, and fools know that someone is specifically targeting country X.

First, the customer was warped, and then the domestic oil price was shorted, and the other party was obviously menacing.

Ruling out the possibility of hostile countries attacking them, then the only truth about this matter is the kid from China.

Although the Count of Monte Cristo was extremely reluctant to admit this fact.

But things have come to this point, and even if he doesn't want to admit it, he has to take it seriously.

With this in mind, the Count of Monte Cristo did not dare to delay any longer, and immediately went out to the bed of Empress Medusa, and he must report the matter to the Empress as soon as possible, and the later variables will only get bigger and bigger.

"Newspaper, newspaper. Report to the Earl.. Workers on the oil line began to go on strike, and we were powerless to stop it, and fifteen large oil fields had already stopped working!"

"The downstream supply chain suddenly cut off the supply of raw materials, and the supply and marketing channels of finished products were also blocked, and more than 20 large factories stopped work because of the strikes of raw material processors, and several bosses have come to the door!"

"Lord Count, what should we do now???"

The matter was far more serious than the Count of Monte Cristo had imagined.

He was about to go out to report to the Empress, when one bad news after another came, and the Count of Monte Cristo was in a mess in his heart.

"Stop, stop, delay for two days and no one will die, and when I have finished reporting to Her Majesty, I will make another decision!" said the Count of Monte Cristo.

Although it is angry talk.

But for the time being, it's a good solution.

There are still millions of tons of crude oil in the port and nowhere to put it, so why should the oil fields behind them continue to be exploited, where will they be put and sold to?

As for the downstream industrial chains, although there will be great losses when they stop working at this time, it is much better than waiting for oil to fall into cabbage prices and then stop work, right?

"This!"

The men who came to report stared at each other with big eyes, and their hearts were extremely broken, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

But seeing that the Count of Monte Cristo had made up his mind, he didn't say anything more, so he came in a hurry, and went away in a hurry, and they couldn't guess what kind of trick was smoked from above, which was simply inexplicable.

At the same time.

The bed of Medusa, the empress of the X country.

After a few hours of rest, Medusa is now in good spirits and radiant.

And the scene that was scared by the Huaxia people before had long been forgotten by her, and what to do did didn't affect her mood at all.

After a set of difficult yoga, Queen Medusa was in a beautiful mood.

She is an extremely proud person herself, and at a deep level, she is tainted with some arrogance.

After all, she is the prime minister who succeeds her father as a daughter and is in charge of the country, which in itself is a huge challenge.

Coupled with the fact that it has been smooth sailing over the years, and she rarely encounters too many obstacles, it has further developed her character of no one in her eyes.

It can also be seen that she is maintaining her rule in this cold way, there is no so-called good or bad distinction, as long as the goal can be achieved, it is feasible for her.

As a matter of fact.

Although Medusa is arrogant, she still has some ability in governing the country.

In the past few years since she took over, the economy of country X has developed steadily, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and their sense of happiness has also improved year after year.

In addition to the serious racial discrimination, strictly speaking, Medusa can be regarded as a qualified monarch.

As for the oppression of Qin Yao, a Chinese person, this time, although it made her faintly have a bad premonition, but soon Medusa put this premonition behind her.

As I said before, on her territory, is it possible for a mere Chinese person to go to heaven?

And she didn't think that Qin Yao had so much energy.

"Your Majesty, something has happened, our country's oil industry is facing the most severe test in history, oil prices have fallen to the sky, workers are on strike, and it has been completely messed up!"

"What happened to what I asked you to investigate? Is it the work of our hostile nations?" said Empress Medusa, as calm as ever.

Come to think of it, the enemy country has already taken away the customers of country X, and it is impossible to have no action in the future.

What oil prices fell into the price of cabbage.

What workers are on strike.

What is blocking the downstream industrial chain, is it abnormal to occur?

Right now, in Empress Medusa's cognition, she still thinks that this matter was done by the hostile country of country X, and she doesn't think about Qin Yao at all.