"Bohao Group?Lee Myung-bak?"

Although Lee Myung-bak reported his origin, Simplott shook his head.

In fact, don't say it's him, just here one by one, without mentioning the three words "Lee Myung-bak", who knows what "Bohao Group" is?

This "Bohao Group" is a leisure and entertainment company newly built by Lee Myung-bak and led by hotel tourism.

When Lee Myung-bak saw that he had reported his name, Simplott was still at a loss, and immediately felt a little unhappy, and said with hatred in his heart: If it weren't for the Four Seasons Group, why would he have to start over, with the name of Chairman Tianyue, how could he need to make a deal with this second ancestor who was exiled by the family?

In addition to the injustice at this time, Lee Myung-bak hated Yiyi even more in his heart, and he also strengthened his determination to wait for what he had to do later. As a result, the smile on his face became more and more profound.

"Of course, it doesn't matter who I am, it's ······ Who can solve the problem for Mr. Simplott!"

I don't know if Lee Myung-bak's words touched Simplot's pain point, but I saw him raise his gaze, frown again, first looked at Lee Myung-bak with a serious expression, and after staring at him for a while, he sneered again:

"What's wrong with me?!How can I have a problem?!"

At this time, the assistant who had finished ordering the meal was eating ice cream and walking towards the booth. Seeing that a stranger was sitting opposite Simplot and talking to him, so, after getting Simplott's eyes, he sat down in the vacant booth next to him, and told the waiter to prepare to wait for a while before serving, and then wait for the end of their conversation.

Lee Myung-bak saw Simplot's denial and wanted to take control of the situation first, so he told Simpllot about the news he had investigated in recent days.

"I wonder what Mr. Simpllot is preparing for this year's family meeting?"

"Do you plan to continue to be exiled, or do you want to go back to country M to fight for your own interests?"

"If you plan to go back to country M, I wonder if Mr. Simpllot can hand in a report card to your grandfather, Mr. Simplott Sr., that satisfies him?"

Lee Myung-bak threw out the questions one by one in an orderly manner.

Looking at Simprot's eyes flashing and then quickly hiding his surprise, and seeing his more and more restrained look because of his own problems, Lee Myung-bak's heart became more and more proud, and he said secretly: With my experience in working hard in the mall for most of my life, I don't believe that I can't deal with you fledgling young people!

Simplott, who was sitting across from Lee Myung-bak, was indeed surprised by the important questions he had raised, and he didn't expect someone to investigate him in such detail, and he didn't know what Lee Myung-bak's purpose was. Therefore, he looked at Lee Myung-bak and laughed, and said:

"It's hard for Mr. Li to investigate so thoroughly, it seems that ······ Mr. Li seems to be interested in me?"

"No, no,"

Lee Myung-bak looked directly into Simplott's eyes full of interest, shook his head with a smile, and continued:

"I'm just paying general attention to Mr. Simplot, and what interests me is actually the Composition of Red, Yellow and Blue by Mondrian in your hand!"

Hearing Lee Myung-bak mention "The Composition of Red, Yellow and Blue", Simplott let out an unexpected "oh".

It is said that he came to W City this time under the guise of tourism and relaxation, and no one should know about this oil painting, not to mention that when he pays for it one by one tomorrow, this painting will no longer belong to him.

So, in order to avoid complications, Simplott denied it:

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint Mr. Li, I don't know what "Red, Yellow and Blue Composition" is. ”

Lee Myung-bak saw that Simplott denied it, and did not argue with him, but smiled at him as if he was not surprised, and then slowly opened his mouth again.

"As far as I know, the business that Mr. Simplot lost at the beginning of this year, 100 million yuan, is only a slight hole, to smooth out the accounts······ Mr. Simplott needs to put a little more thought into it!"

After saying this, Lee Myung-bak finally saw Simprot's face change, and in his surprise and shock, he hurriedly changed his attitude again, and comforted Simprot with kind words:

"Of course, I don't know this information to threaten Mr. Simplott, but to help you in any way I can when you solve your problems······. So, now that I've said that, I won't talk to Mr. Simplot, and I'm very interested in the "Composition of Red, Yellow and Blue" in your hand. ”

After saying his purpose, Lee Myung-bak saw that Simplott was still frowning and silent, thinking that what he had just said forced him to acquiesce in the ownership of the painting, but after all, these relatively secret information would still cause him to be on guard.

In order to dispel Simplott's defense of himself, and to show him his sincerity in buying paintings, Lee Myung-bak continued:

"I remember last year's Gatordo auction there was a similar work by Mondrian, which fetched a whopping 18 million pounds. ”

"At a price of nearly 150 million yuan, Mr. Simplott's 100 million yuan is really a loss!"

"I am willing to contribute 130 million yuan, and I hope that Mr. Simplott can give me a chance to participate!"

Hearing that Lee Myung-bak was willing to bid 130 million, Simplott was stunned, and after the two looked at each other for a long time, Simplott finally spoke:

"I've already agreed with Yiyi,"

Lee Myung-bak saw that there were already some signs of loosening in Simplot's expression, and without waiting for him to finish speaking, he hurriedly took advantage of the victory to find an excuse that he didn't have to trade with Duanmu Yiyi.

"But she hasn't paid yet, has she?"

After Lee Myung-bak finished speaking, seeing that Simprot was still hesitating, thinking of the harmony in the Emgrand box he saw that day, and thinking of the possibility of business cooperation between Simprot and Duanmu, he began to spare no effort to persuade Simprolot.

"Does Mr. Simplott and Miss Duanmu have a deep friendship?"

"No," Simplot shook his head when Lee Myung-bak mentioned his friendship with Yiyi, "We didn't know each other before we came here. ”

"In that case, what other concerns does Mr. Simplott have?"

"It was already a shame to be able to let her buy paintings at a low price, but now Mr. Simplott himself is in trouble, and no one will say anything if he puts solving his own problems first. ”

"The businessman's pursuit of profit, although thirty million is not much, must be able to solve Mr. Simplot's urgent needs. ”

Simplott sat across from Lee Myung-bak and listened carefully to every word he said.

His current situation is indeed as he said, if it wasn't for the loss of accounts, why did he have to come all the way here?

Money is indeed important, it represents his future prospects, but the teaching in the family since childhood also taught him that businessmen should be honest!

The mental and spiritual entanglements and struggles made Simplot not know what choice to make.

At this time, just look at the only weight left in his hand, which side of the scale will be placed!

"Since Mr. Lee Myung-bak mentioned that businessmen seek profits, then you should also know how much we value 'promises and thousands of gold' in our business!"