Act 51 No Choice [Ask for a Booklist!]
"Yes, of course!" Oliver not only had visible saliva on the corners of his mouth, but also the tail of the air behind him flicking wildly.
What a pure man!
Doug sighed in his heart, and then said, "Oliver Winchester, I can inject capital into your company and provide support for non-rusty alloys, and I need to turn all of these two into shares. ”
"Shares, shares?" Oliver hesitated when he heard the word "shares."
He was a prudent man, and he knew very well that the sale of shares meant the transfer of ownership of the company.
During the depression of the past few years, he saw too many factories around him, and the so-called investors bought shares at extremely low prices, and then drove the founders away.
What's even more terrifying is that many business owners know that there is a pit waiting for them in front of them, but they want to break their tails and jump in. After entering the pit, I found that it was not my tail that was broken, but that my body was cut off from the neck down, and only a head remained.
"No...... Can't it just be about borrowing and technology transfer......? I can owe you money, and I can say as much as I owe......" Oliver said.
After listening to him, Doug withdrew his civilization stick, and his smiling face gradually cooled, "No." My Mr. Winchester, I think you're mistaken. I have the money and the technology, and I can find anyone to work with. And you have no choice.
Did I choose to cooperate with you because of your poor factories?
Do you think I'm plotting against your factory?
No, no kidding.
Oliver, what I need is a community of interests.
Originally, before Black Eagle Bank, I thought you really needed to invest.
I didn't think you were just wasting my time.
Bye. ”
Doug Claydon finished speaking and turned away without a moment's pause.
Oliver Winchester was dumbfounded.
He didn't expect that just asking if he could cooperate in another way would lead to such a consequence.
He looked at Doug's back, his eyes first fell on the civilization stick in Doug's left hand, and he stared obsessively for a moment before moving to the money bag in Doug's right hand.
He craves new technology, he wants his factory to survive, but no matter which of these two goals, one thing is needed, and that is - money.
Oliver leaned forward on his tiptoes, trying to call out to Doug, but what he wanted to say was in his throat.
Hesitation.
Hesitate.
Doug walked so fast that he was about to disappear from the end of his vision.
"Dao...... I ...... I accept your investment!" shouted Oliver.
In the distance, Doug stopped, turned his back to Oliver, and a smile curled into his mouth, and he turned his face slightly and said, "Oliver, come with me!" I think we can go to my lawyer to sign a contract." ”
Oliver followed behind Doug, but he had some gains and losses.
He was thinking...... Could it be that if I had spoken a little later, would Mr. Doug in front of me take the initiative to turn around and lower his requirements?
It's a pity that there were no ifs in the past.
He was too vulnerable, and he couldn't afford to gamble on the poor weapons factories in the entire New Haven area.
Jimmy McGill transcribed the finalized contract.
In the past two hours, he worked with his current boss and another business owner to finalize the details of the investment.
At the heart of the contract is that the investor, Doug Claydon, will inject $1,000 or equivalent in bank notes into the New Haven arms factory and provide a non-rusty alloy formulation.
Acquired a 50 percent stake in the New Haven Arms Factory. However, Doug Claydon will not interfere in the day-to-day operations of the New Haven weapons factory in principle.
Although the core of the contract is simple, it can be described in two very short paragraphs.
But as a lawyer by profession, McGill still needs to add a lot of details.
The exclusion clause on the investor's side alone is three pages long.
Although Oliver Winchester couldn't understand the proper terms on the contract, he still tried to look at it.
In the negotiation just now, Doug pressed step by step, and he stepped back step by step.
In the end, he received a first payment of $250, a total of $1,000 in cash investment, and an injection of technology from non-rusty alloys.
What he lost was half of the shares of the weapons factory, which he regarded as important as life.
Other words......
If he signs the contract, half of his life will be in Doug's hands.
He didn't want to sign, but he didn't have a choice.
"Sign it. Doug, who had signed his name, handed him the pen in his hand.
Oliver hesitated and hesitated, and finally lifted his pen and wrote his name.
When he finished writing his second name, he suddenly thought of a terrible thing, what if the composition of the non-rusty alloy in the mouth of the grid was very rare and expensive?
That...... Aren't you deceived?
However, he was relieved after a moment of thought.
Doug is already the only major shareholder of the New Haven Arms Company, will this shrewd little boss still be able to fool himself?
McGill checked the four signatures of the two of them and confirmed that there was no problem, before he said with a sense of ceremony.
"The contract signed by Mr. Doug Claydon with Mr. Oliver Winchester is effective immediately.
Mr. Doug Claydon is requested to hand over the first batch of funds to Mr. Oliver Winchester in accordance with the terms of the contract.
Mr. Winchester, Mr. Doug's injected, you can and only can be used for the practical application of non-rusty alloy projects. ”
Doug also ceremoniously handed the money bag full of gold coins to Oliver with both hands.
"Oliver, I can give you the recipe for the non-rusty alloy right now. But...... I think your first batch of experimental products can start with some of these gadgets. Doug spread out his hand, and there were several chess pieces lying in his hand.
Principal Woolsey said that he would give a few sets of "Monopoly" to someone, saying that it was the most ordinary "Monopoly".
But can it really be ordinary?
Of course not!
Chess pieces made of gold and chessboards made of silver are too vulgar.
But what if you use some cheap materials that are ordinary but have excellent workmanship?
It is not only distinctive, but not vulgar. Perfectly highlights the themes of "Monopoly" and "Boom".
Oliver was obviously stunned when he saw the chess piece in Doug's hand, "You designed this chess piece?"
"Don't call me Your Excellency, just call me Doug, I designed it. Doug nodded.
"Pavilion...... Sir Doug, you are Mr. Claydon? I played your Monopoly. My cousin went to Yale and he loved your Monopoly.
They always say they want to follow you!"
Doug was slightly stunned when he heard Oliver's words, he didn't expect "Monopoly" to really make him so influential.
"My real name is Claydon. Oliver, are you willing to produce these pieces?"
"Yes!" Oliver replied. He had completed the transition from rejecting the Tao to accepting and being a little happy.
Since you can't say no, why not enjoy it?
Isn't it?