Several major consortia are furious and want to find out to the end.

But this deal, in itself, is a normal equity acquisition, and the most they can do is blame Northern California Solar and mislead everyone.

There is no evidence of fraud on the part of the other party.

In addition, the board of directors of the Northern California Solar Energy Company did not benefit from this change in the ownership of Orka.

Northern California Solar Energy, on the other hand, is still bent on building their solar power plant in the desert of Nevada.

They waved the contract in their hands and threatened to take Orka to court, demanding that they deliver the products on time.

According to the contract, if Orka does not deliver the qualified solar cells on time, they will have to pay a total of 10 billion US dollars in liquidated damages!

Many consortia were angry on the spot, saying that their business transactions were private, that is, illegal acts, and there was a suspicion of tax evasion.

And the Northern California Solar Energy Company has also become a good law-abiding citizen.

They said that the contract had to be enforced, and that they would rather be fined by the U.S. Department of Revenue than hold Orca liable for breach of contract.

Several major consortia that became the main shareholders of Orka Company scolded and directly declared bankruptcy, dismantling the company and selling it as scrap.

For such a huge loss, of course, someone has to be held responsible.

Theon's desire to become a senior partner was completely shattered.

It is already a blessing to be removed from his post and demoted to use, and he does not dare to have any dissatisfaction.

As for the venerable, time-savvy Mr. Richard, he has since disappeared from the world, and no one has ever seen him again, nor has he ever heard his name.

Perhaps, in a few years, a white skeleton will emerge from the West Coast of the United States to prove that Mr. Richard once existed in this world.

Northern California Solar Energy has not benefited a penny from this scramble.

But they weren't discouraged.

Nevada has a large desert area, and they bought a thousand acres in one go.

The construction workers were busy, enclosing land in the desert area, erecting barbed wire, and hiring a dedicated security company to take care of the security work.

Anyone can see that Northern California Solar is going to do a big job.

Everyone stared at them closely, trying to see how they could conjure up enough solar panels to fill this thousand acres of desert area out of thin air.

Several major consortia that have suffered big losses have learned from the pain and are determined to brake with static braking and see what is going on first.

August 2001.

In the Nevada desert, the heat is still unbearable.

A long line of fully enclosed container trucks drove into Northern California Solar and unloaded a standard-sized container from it.

The containers are carefully sent into the factory and opened in an orderly manner under the guidance of the production line technicians.

What appeared in front of everyone was a box of solar flakes!

The production line immediately started at full power, and a large number of solar sheets were fed into the feed port of the automatic production line, and after ten minutes, they were packaged into pieces of solar panels.

Skilled technical workers assembled high-definition focusing lenses and solar panels, and installed an automatic sunlight tracking device at the bottom.

A complete solar cell pack is formed.

Another line of production is the first, and the inverter that converts direct current into alternating current is also being completed.

It took only one day, enough to install 20 acres of desert solar panels, and all the production was completed.

In the evening of the same day, the news reached the ears of the major consortia.

Several major consortia across the United States once again gathered at the headquarters of the Rockefeller Consortium in New York, and mobilized all their manpower to find this new supplier.

Damn it! Who the hell is behind the scenes!

Are they going to play for real, or are they trying to play another scam?

It's absolutely impossible for us to spend tens of billions of dollars on a worthless tattered company!

Those analysts have been urged by the boss to get big.

What should I say? Is the other party really here this time?

In case the other party is playing tricks and using a shell company to cheat money, he may be on the bottom of the sea outside New York and will not wake up.

But if you want to say it's fake, it doesn't seem to be quite like it.

The production efficiency of the other party is so high, if the tiger is raised, it will affect the interests of oil and energy, and in the end the boss will blame it, and it is they who are unlucky.

There are analysts who can't say anything, facing the mountains of data on the desktop, you look at me, I look at you, they are all crying and sad, and they dare not make a sound.

They can only bury their heads in calculations, write, rack their brains and analyze, hoping to delay until things change, or there is a new turnaround.

The Rockefeller consortium, which is considered to be an elite and has thousands of people, has a strange atmosphere in the headquarters building.

Everyone is burying their heads in their work, showing a ruthlessness that will not stop until they reach their goals, and analysts with frowns can be seen everywhere.

Everyone is working hard to write and calculate, putting on a posture of analyzing the economic situation of the United States this year.

The sound of computer keyboards crackling everywhere is solemn and warm.

The charts were drawn one after another, and the data was calculated over and over again, but no one dared to stand up and make specific judgments and analysis.

No one dared!

Representatives of several major consortia sat silently in a bright conference room overlooking Manhattan.

Theon paid the price for his bad decision.

Although they know the fate of their cannon fodder, they are not willing to easily become the object of sacrifice.

After decades of hard work, I finally got the opportunity to get closer to the upper echelons, and no one wanted to be beaten back to their original shape.

"It's not as good as that." The first Citibank representative, who had smoked six cigars, finally spoke.

Hmmm~

More than a dozen scorching gazes were immediately aimed at him.

The frenzy of his eyes seemed to be seeing a guiding lighthouse in the ocean, and he was extremely excited.

Everyone is a veteran of the business world, and they all have their own judgments.

But now, they only need one person who can take the lead, and if they fail, this person can withstand the wrath of many bigwigs in the future.

The representative of the First Citibank suddenly felt like a thorn in his back, and he was horrified by the eyes of this group of people, and hurriedly drank the coffee in front of him, gasping for breath, and never saying a word again.

"Mr. Alwin, if you have anything to say, just say it, all of you here have been old friends for many years." The representative of the Boston consortium said with a smile.

They are also one of the top 10 conglomerates.

It's just that the Boston consortium is mainly involved in the financial industry and does not invest as extensively as other consortiums.

Based on the First National Bank of the Boston consortium, finance and insurance are their cornerstones, and light industrial products such as textiles, leather, and footwear are extensions.

At the end of the 20th century, they entered the aerospace electronics industry and were the backers of Harvard and MIT.

(End of chapter)