2. A little bit (below)
Feeling relieved, Mr. Nomura needs a mass; The light of the Lord will guide him to heaven. Mr. Lee, according to the schedule that Lord Hamilton has set for us, tomorrow morning we will begin an exchange of views on the future of Howard Shipbuilding. I hope you will respect the facts. Based on the capital value, the United Ship deserves its due shares. β
"Tomorrow morning it's just an exchange of documents. Mr. Smith, you should understand the limitations of written documents. β
"If Mr. Li has any personal requests, I think we can quickly reach a consensus in order to clear up the differences." Smith winked playfully; Another attempt was made to bribe key people in Fuhua Shipbuilding. "Everyone deserves a Bible, and I hope you will take a moment to relax and listen to God's call and share in the Lord's glory and gifts."
It was Zhu Tong's turn to not understand, and there was no Xiao Xiao or Sireya around to make additional explanations, so he had to shake his head: "I'm sorry, I don't know what you have to say." β
"Normally, we give a tenth of what we get to God, and God will pass it on to those in need according to His will. Mr. Li, I think we need to help each other so that Fuhua Shipbuilding can go smoothly. β
"Mr. Smith, you are more generous than the Lord." Zhu Tong tilted his head and pointed to Lord Hamilton; "He's going to give me thirty million dollars, and your bid is tenth. Can I understand it that way? You are going to give me a tenth of the shares of United Ship...... Or sell it to me. β
"That's not what it means, that's not what it means." Smith shook his head; "I mean, as long as United Ships can get a controlling stake in Fuhua Shipbuilding, you can get more than one-tenth of forty percent."
Smith thought that he had expressed it clearly, but he didn't expect Zhu Tong's performance to be scratching his head.
"I'm not good at settling accounts, and I'm too professional in finance to thank you. Excuse me to be clear, there must be a simpler way to express it. I believe that with your professional quality and intelligence, this is not too much to ask. β
Smith is a senior lawyer specializing in finance, but he also scratches his head when faced with a person who claims to not understand finance. There are some things that can't be said too clearly.
Fortunately, in the vast history of mankind, in addition to language and writing, the initial stage of writing is numbers.
Smith drew a precious gold pen and scribbled a string of numbers on a white handkerchief.
"They're worth at least that amount. Mr. Lee, that's easy, isn't it? β
"You always surprise me." Zhu Tong took off his glasses, looked at the numbers on the handkerchief, and paused for a moment, especially at the dollar sign behind the numbers; "I like your frankness more than the price Lord Hamilton once offered. If I had promised to give in, I would have gotten so much cash? β
"Of course, we have always been generous to our friends. All you need is an account, and you don't know it. β
"But you are a faithful believer in God."
"As long as there is enough money, God also has times when he is empathetic. Among our shareholders are the big names in the Vatican. Smith picked up the third glass from the maid's tray. He was full of anticipation, believing that Lord Hamilton had not put in enough effort and that no one was unbridled, as long as the price was right.
"I want this number." Zhu Tong also took out a golden pen and added one to the handkerchief; "A little more, I believe in your generosity, I will not be disappointed."
One by one, on its own, seems to be a very small existence, but it is now in the wrong place. Smith's string of numbers is already very long, and this one, whether it is drawn in front or behind, is not a little more, but magnifies the number tenfold.
"God, you can't take all of our profits." Smith ignored the rudeness and grabbed the handkerchief and slipped it into his pocket; "It's too much, you can't go too far."
"It's just a little bit more, and if we can't get along, we can talk at the negotiating table. Mr. Smith, I need to talk to Mr. Carr, could you please ask him over? β
Zhu Tong decided to end the conversation with Smith, through which he had confirmed the judgment that Smith was just a robot with some level of superiority than a puppet, and that he was not the one who could really make the choice.
"I'm not an unreasonable person, Mr. Carr, and there are some things, if you don't have a reasonable explanation, the best choice in your life is to stay in Japan." Zhu Tong swept away the smile on Carl's face with a word.
"Dear Mr. Li, did I do something wrong? Ah, I can apologise if you think Mr. Wenger's behaviour has offended you. Carl looked around a little uneasily, but he didn't dare to touch Zhu Tong's eyes.
Before coming to Jiutsu, he already knew that Mandela, a black killer, had committed suicide in the Kyoto police detention center by taking highly toxic drugs hidden in his teeth; Taro Matsui, a Japanese liaison who was also aware of the operation, had committed suicide by caesarean section a few hours earlier. However, Zhu Tong's eyes still made him feel his heart beating.
"I need to get a suggestion or some suggestions, if you refuse......" Zhu Tong turned on his phone and released a video.
Paul, one of the executioners of the assassination, was Mandela's instructor. He was lying on the operating table with his body up, undergoing a minor operation. A woman in a white lab coat and a white mask, holding a set of professional dental instruments, pried open tooth after tooth in Paul's mouth.
And Paul, oh my God, he was caught and anesthetized.
Karl's face was pale, and he understood what the video meant. If he doesn't deal with it well, he will probably not be able to get out of Jiujin in his life; Even if you leave Kyutsu, it is a question of whether you will be able to leave Japan.
"What do you want?" Carl decided to make one last effort; "Money? I can donate all my assets to any foundation you appoint, and I only hope that you will be kind enough to raise your hand and save a little face for me. Don't let anyone else see this, okay? β
Carl was old enough to know the depths and the severities better than Smith. There is no point in denying or quibbling, that will only waste time or anger the opponent.
"All your assets?" Zhu Tong put away his mobile phone and picked up a glass of wine from a passing waiter; "There's got to be a number."
"Over Β£20 million, I can donate at least Β£20 million. I've worked so hard all my life to earn so much. Trust fund for my wife and children...... I'm sorry, but I don't have control over it for legal reasons. Carl looked into Zhu Tong's eyes and said with difficulty.
"Do you think that twenty million pounds is more important than your life and honour? Oh, you need to understand that I didn't mean to break the bank. Zhu Tong was wondering, in the current situation, is it appropriate to choose one of the five. Most of Carl's assets should be those trust funds, right?
"I'm sorry, but there are some things that I can't decide personally."
"Why, then, do you think that twenty million pounds will be forgiven by me? Someone died, and I almost lost my life. β
"But you're still healthy." Carl rubbed his hands together, remorseful.
"I want more. Mr. Nomura Hanami is the last ninja in Japan, and I just have to give this person to them. Mr. Carr, you and your family, and even your family, will face the most terrible reprisals. Mrs. Wilson said, "You are a good father, a good husband, and a good grandfather; Your young lady used to be her goddaughter. β
"Oh my God, you're a devil, you always knew it! You know! Nomura Hanami was killed by you! Carl was an old fox and suddenly realized that everything was in the plan of the young man in front of him, including this assassination.
He roared lowly, turning his head to look for Miss Yukimi Iike. It was clear that he wanted to use this life-saving straw for his dying throes.
"You don't have much time and options." Zhu Tong did not deny it, and certainly did not admit it; "Miss Yukimi is outside, and lo and behold, Mrs. Wilson is bringing her a cherry blossom crown. It's 9:50 and you have 10 minutes left. β
"What are you going to do?" Karl's cold sweat ran down his forehead, curling between the ravines, wetting his carefully trimmed beard.
"I'm gambling with you." Zhu Tong sneered three times; "There's someone waiting for my call if there's no news before ten o'clock. Some bad news for you will reach a wonderful world. You have eight minutes left. Convincing Miss Yukimi Iike to believe your words is not an easy topic. You should calm down and think about what evidence there is? How do I speak? and how it ends. β
Carl really calmed down, he didn't have any evidence to prove his judgment, everything was based on a corollary: for two months, Zhu Tong had been using all methods and means to squeeze and even force himself to get rid of him.
In China, Zhu Tong has deep connections and is very concerned about his own safety, although the end result of an attack carried out by someone else with a fake hand was not satisfactory.
This time, Zhu Tong came to Japan, which can be regarded as the only chance. Carl had to do it, and Zhu Tong was waiting for this opportunity.
How do you convince Yukimi Iike to believe it? It's a bit ridiculous to say that Nomura Hanami was killed by Yukimi Iike's future husband. It would take at least an hour or more, and it is unknown how effective it would be, but Nomura Hanami was killed by Mandela's gun, and he had no evidence to prove his inference.
"Five minutes left, can I make a condition?" Zhu Tong tapped the C watch on his wrist; "It doesn't seem like a good thing to you, but it's always punctual. Absolutely synchronized with the hands of the other watch. β
Liu Yilan was separated from Zhu Tong at the airport, and she was presiding over the operation against Paul. Zhu Tong trusted the Liu family's ability to control the rhythm, but he enjoyed the perverted feeling of watching a noble or sanctimonious person kneel in front of him.
"Except for the negotiation between United Ship and Fuhua Shipbuilding, everything I have is yours, listen to it." Karl gave in and said dejectedly.
The minutes were so long that Carl had momentary confusion in his thoughts. Fortunately, he quickly thought of one of the most critical points: Zhu Tong said that he was gambling on his life, but in fact, the gambling game had ended last night, and at that time, each other's hole cards had been turned over; The outcome is a foregone conclusion, and there is no return.
The engagement between Zhu Tong and Miss Yukimi Iike is, in a sense, also part of the gamble.
"I don't have many conditions, so let's start with some appetizers: what role does Lan Zhanjiang play in this." Zhu Tong took out his mobile phone, quickly edited a text message, and pressed his finger on the send button.
Mr. Lan Zhanjiang...... He asked to meet me in Hong Kong very suddenly, two months ago...... Oh, and in simple terms, he provided a power of attorney that allowed Mr. Smith to use his shareholder rights in the negotiations. We paid $10 million and only got the right to use these shares for half a year. The business ...... Please say the second condition. β
Carl stared nervously at the mobile phone in Zhu Tong's hand, there was also time on it, and he still had three minutes and thirty seconds. If you take into account the consumption of the signal transmission process, his time is even shorter.
"The main course is Fuhua Shipbuilding, of course, you know what I want." Zhu Tong said briefly.
"I'm sorry, there's really nothing I can do about it. Because, Smith and I are only executors, we only have 15 percent of the rights, and there is a committee above, and concessions beyond the authority need to be approved by at least eight people. Neither Smith nor I have that right. β
"I don't believe it." Zhu Tong took another step.
"I can swear by my honor."
"Your reputation is worthless. For this you owe me; May I? β
"Yes, please ......" Carl stuttered a little. His eyes were staring at the fingers of Zhu Tong's hand, and there were less than forty seconds left until ten o'clock.
This is an old man! Zhu Tong pressed the send button, he was afraid that it would be tightened, and Carl's heart would collapse because he couldn't bear it.
"Thank you for your kindness." Carl's clenched fist loosened little by little, and at least the crisis in front of him was resolved.
Zhu Tong took out a tissue and thoughtfully wiped the sweat on Carl's forehead; "The last requirement is simple for you. You said you were going to give me twenty million pounds; I'm not a greedy person, can five million pounds guarantee you a comfortable and decent rest of your life? β
Karl nodded slightly, looking pitifully at Zhu Tong's jaw, expecting to hear more tolerance from this mouth.
"Do you know her?" Zhu Tong pointed to a flower.
"Phoenix fairy, beautiful fairy, of course I remember. Ah, I see, you want me to make a donation to the Phoenix Foundation, don't you? β
"I'll give you more." Zhu Tong beckoned to the waiter to bring two glasses of wine, one was handed to Carl, and he touched it; "If you need protection, I recommend that you serve as the vice chairman or advisor of the Phoenix Fund. However, whether or not you accept my kindness, fifteen million pounds must be credited to the Phoenix Foundation's accounts within a week. There are more than a billion people in China, and there are many remote places like Phoenix, and there are many girls who need the help and protection of the Phoenix Fund. β
"But what else do you need from me?" A layer of cold sweat oozed from Karl's forehead again. Zhu Tong said that he wanted to provide him with protection, which meant that he had to do something very dangerous, and this protection was coercive and there was no room for bargaining.
"You've just agreed that you owe me a favor, and at some point, I need to know something. You are a kind old man and should know when a young man like me needs help. β
"You've made me a shameful commercial spy."
"That's your understanding, you see, Lord Hamilton has been watching our conversation, and he's coming."
At some point, Zhu Tong took out Feng Xinghao in his hand, rinsed it in the wine glass, and gently stabbed it into Carl's temple.
"The Lord is one of the members of the committee. It's a little bit of my sincerity. Karl took the opportunity to whisper. Zhu Tong's slightly fingers touched his skin slightly to express his gratitude. This news is so timely that Carl should be compensated a little.
"Is Mr. Carl unwell?" Lord Hamilton happened to walk up to the two of them, and he asked with concern.
"It's just that the heartbeat is fast, but it's okay, it'll be fine soon."
"Dr. George doesn't allow me to drink hard liquor, and when people get old, this place becomes vulnerable. I thought it didn't matter if I drank less. Carl pressed against his chest.
At this moment, he did feel more relaxed and comfortable than ever. A warm current flowed out of the phoenix star, from the forehead to the heart, and the place it passed through was as lively as being reborn. It's a pity that this warm current condenses in the chest and no longer goes down.
"I know that you also have a legendary title, 'Divine Doctor Li Xiang'." Lord Hamilton looked at the phoenix star in Zhu Tong's hand with great interest; "Is this the Divine Needle? I remember you had two. β
Zhu Tong put away Feng Xinghao, called over and said to a waiter, "Mr. Karl needs to rest, please find him a quiet place." β
Carl was looking for a place to enjoy the silence with the help of the waiter, and he really needed to think about how to get along with someone who was risking his life.
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