Reborn as the richest man in India.

Chapter 50 Adhere to Professional Ethics
Qiao Ge originally wanted to explain, but when Wal-Mart made a sound, he asked the other party to continue talking.

"It's from Pandit Foreign Trade Company." Wal-Mart said.

"So what?" Gopalan looked at Wal-Mart coldly. In his opinion, Wal-Mart was trying to defend Jogo.

"They were the ones who sold a lot before." Seeing that Gopalan didn't react, Govormart continued to explain, "The 10 packs yesterday and the 5 packs this morning are both."

Gopalan's face changed slightly.

Of course he is not a fool, he immediately realized the problem and understood what Wal-Mart meant.

"They want to disrupt the market?" Gopalan asked.

"The more panicked people are, the more eager they are to sell the cotton in their hands. If the price falls again and again, it's time for them to secretly sweep up the goods." Qiao Ge said.

"What a bastard." Gopalan cursed in a low voice.

He believed Jogo's words, because he saw the scene just now with his own eyes.

How can a normal person sell cotton at such a low price?
Even if they are in a hurry to get back the funds, if they mortgage the cotton loan at this price, I believe someone will take over, and they can borrow a similar amount of rupees, or even more.

So isn't it obvious why they sold Jogo?
That is to exhaust Jogo's funds, so that he can no longer buy cotton from small merchants, thereby creating greater panic, and then these large merchants can secretly sweep the goods to seek greater benefits.

Gopalan hated these rich and unkind rich people very much, especially now that he has personally witnessed this scene, it is unbearable.

"Everyone listen to me." Gopalan jumped directly onto the table where Jogo signed the contract and shouted at the people present.

His behavior surprised everyone present, who didn't know what this guy with a press card wanted to do.

"Everyone, stop selling cotton and go back," Gopalan said loudly.

But the people present did not appreciate what he said, and let him down one after another. They had to sign a contract with Jogo to sell cotton.

Naturally, Gopalan would not give up easily. He continued to shout: "You have all been fooled by Pandit's gang. It's not that they are not optimistic about the cotton price trend in the later period, but they are too optimistic about the cotton price trend in the later period. The price will be shipped in large quantities.”

"What are you bastard talking about?"

"Get out of here quickly, what you said is so contradictory, get out of here quickly."

Indeed, Gopalan's words are very contradictory. Since he is optimistic about the price of cotton in the later stage, why should he ship?

Shouldn't it be to store the cotton well and sell it later?

However, Gopalan's words still attracted the ideas of many people, and they wanted to hear what Gopalan would say next.

"I, Nius Gopalan, as a reporter, editor-in-chief and president of the Big News, assure everyone that what I said is true. I just hope that everyone can calm down and listen to me." Gopalan keep shouting.

The people below were suddenly silent.

Jogo sighed secretly.

He knew that the people who made the noise just now were not shocked by Gopalan's three identities, but by his surname, Gopalan.

Just like that day at Hedara Police Station, the name Gopalan stands for Brahmin.

It has to be said that the influence of the current caste system is still very large.

Most of the people present were Vaisyas, Sudras and other low castes. They did not dare to confront the highest Brahmin.

Even many people's faces were full of uneasiness, because they just scolded the noble Brahman.

Gopalan didn't care about this. Seeing that everyone was quiet, he began to explain to them: "They shipped the goods to create panic. It's just that they didn't expect Mr. Gupta's funds to be so abundant that they had to The purpose is to exhaust Mr. Gupta's funds. When Mr. Gupta's funds are exhausted..."

Gopalan explained the secret to everyone in detail.

In fact, in normal times, as long as everyone calms down, most of them can still see through it, but now everyone is dominated by panic, and they can't think so much at all. They only want to sell the cotton as soon as possible to save a little loss.

Qiao Ge secretly admired that the identity of a high caste is still very useful. If a person of a lower caste went up and said that, he would definitely be kicked down and even beaten.

"For these profiteers and unscrupulous businessmen, we must strongly condemn, and let these shameless bastards pay the price..." Gopalan stood on the table and sighed.

This made the people below look dumbfounded, that is the noble Brahmin lord.

However, what Gopalan said made them feel furious. Indeed, Pandit and others were really disgusting.

They have come to their senses now, there is no such shipment, even if they want to escape, it is not acceptable for this low price.

It can only be said that Pandit and the others came here to smash the market at a low price.

"Mr. Gopalan, the facts may not be what you think." A reporter said.

"Yeah, this is just your guess. If the cotton price continues to fall, what should we do if we lose money?" Another reporter asked next to him.

At the same time, there were two reporters present.

"It's just a few of them. They must have been recruited by Pandit. They were the ones who made a fuss in the newspaper yesterday. They collected black-hearted money and helped Pandit and the others out of conscience." Gopalan shouted loudly.

"You spitting blood~~ah~~"

Before the reporter finished speaking, Gopalan jumped off the table and rushed towards him.

Gopalan kicked him to the ground, and greeted him in the face with crackling fists.

Originally, this guy was tall and strong, and Gopalan was no match for him.

But Gopalan jumped off the table, condescending, and suddenly, the other party was completely unprepared.

In addition, Gopalan is a Brahmin. The beaten reporter did not dare to fight back, so he could only hold his head in his hands and beg for mercy.

"Fight, kill these bastards..." The emotions of the small merchants nearby were suddenly detonated, and they beat up the few reporters who had refuted just now.

There was chaos and screams.

The policemen outside rushed in quickly, wielding a stick, and pulled the man away while beating him.

Those reporters were miserable, they were seriously injured, lying on the ground rolling and wailing.

As for Gopalan, the instigator of the beating, the police didn't seem to notice.

Jogo knew very well that the inspector must have warned them that Gopalan was not so easy to mess with.

"As reporters, we must stick to our professional ethics and report truthfully. We should not be bought by those rich bastards." Gopalan looked at the other reporters present and called them one by one, "Do I know what newspaper you are? Yes, Bombay Daily, Bombay Morning, Maharashtra Times..."

Then he said to the small merchants present: "If it is said that there will be no truthful reports in these newspapers tomorrow, then they are not worthy of being reporters. .”

"Yes, if their newspapers don't expose the conspiracy of those guys tomorrow, I will burn down their newspaper office building."

"Yes, it's burned, what's the use of them?"

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(End of this chapter)