Hearing Lin Yao's answer, Mr. Pinault smiled.

He also thought that Lin Yao was in a hurry to see him for something, but he didn't expect it to be the distribution of benefits.

He knew that his nephew Eddie had bitten a piece of meat from Lin Yao's side, perhaps it was these small actions that aroused the other party's vigilance.

"I'm a greedy person, and I'm getting more and more obsessed with power, and I never deny it."

"But don't think too badly of me, I have understood your plan, and now in Europe, the average price of blue ice is 210 yuan per gram, and a ton is 210 million."

"Of course, this is the selling price, and European dealers also have to make money, and it can't be calculated based on the local market price."

"In this way, even if you make 100 million per ton, the output of 15 tons per month is 1.5 billion, and the annual sales will not be less than 15 billion."

"Removing miscellaneous expenses, removing the losses after being seized, and some necessary investments, how can the annual net profit be 10 billion?"

"One-third of 10 billion is $3 billion a year, and I'm already satisfied."

Mr. Pinault pointed at Lin Yao and said, "I don't have the heart to meddle in this kind of business, as long as you don't want to rebel, I can assure you that you will always be my friend." I'm very generous to my friends, and you must have experienced it when you were on Hong Kong Island! ”

Lin Yao knew that what he was talking about was the members of the death squad who helped them during the decisive battle against the Erawan Buddha.

The death squads are the white gloves of the CIA and, strictly speaking, the armed forces of Mr. Pinault.

Being able to send the armed forces in his hands to Hong Kong Island to help him, instead of having money to take money and no money to avoid suspicion, shows that Mr. Pinault is a person who does things, unlike some people who only take money and don't do things.

"I assure you that the annual dividend will never be less than $3 billion, and again, I won't cause you trouble, and Eddie and I will take care of everything."

Lin Yao knew very well that he couldn't see Mr. Pinault all the time, and that there was a spokesperson between them, and that person was none other than Eddie.

In general, with Eddie's identity and his background, it is enough to solve most problems.

At the same time, this is also an affirmation of Eddie, although Lin Yao doesn't know how many assets Mr. Pinault has outside.

But he believes that Mr. Pinault can't get much of the 3 billion net income industry every year.

There are people who intervene in the industries that make money, and the major chaebols, major groups, and major political families are not joking.

Even if Mr. Pinault has a noble status, there will not be too many places to make money, otherwise he would not have chosen to become friends with Uncle Dong because of lack of money back then to escort Tazhai's business.

Money is never enough to spend, especially for people with status.

Mr. Pinault's identity is not only the capital he makes money, but also the bottomless pit that he needs to spend money to maintain.

He will definitely cultivate cronies, buy CIA employees, stabilize his own power, and cultivate his own external armed forces.

Lin Yao even suspected that some CIA members were receiving a second salary from Mr. Pinault at the same time as their salary, and even worse, the second salary was more than the first.

The collusion between the top and bottom, as if they were one, may be the reason why he stands tall and is always in power.

In this way, 3 billion US dollars, 21 billion yuan per year, is just a drop in the bucket.

And this is still the share after the establishment of the new factory, after the expansion of market share.

Replacing the previous Tazhai would be nice to provide him with $1 billion a year.

The old Tazhai produces only three to five tons a month, less than a third of the new factory, and Mr. Pinault gets even less money.

After chatting for an hour and asking Lin Yao about his plans for the new factory, Mr. Pinault left with someone.

As the vice president of the CIA, Mr. Pinault was very busy, and every day the thousands of CIA agents in Europe would pass back a lot of valuable information.

Mr. Pinault never pretended to be in the hands of others, and often checked it himself.

Archives that are not important are archived and sealed, and important ones are transmitted back to headquarters, and it takes a lot of time just to review information every day.

On weekdays, he also has to attend various social places to make friends with political stars and powerful parliamentarians, and in order to meet Lin Yao this time, he turned down several parties, which can be said to be a loss of face.

"Did you get it?"

After Mr. Pinault left, Lin Yao looked at Lin Zhenyu.

"Got it."

Lin Zhenyu walked up and handed Lin Yao a memory card.

Stuffing the memory card into the laptop, the audio and video appeared on the player, which was the picture of Lin Yao and Mr. Pino talking.

Lin Yao smiled at the corner of his mouth, although Mr. Pinault's people were professional, they did not search Lin Zhenyu and the others, the fact is that they should have done so, because Lin Zhenyu had a portable camera on his belt.

When Lin Yao and Mr. Pinault were talking, Lin Zhenyu always stood aside and recorded everything.

"We have to buy ourselves insurance so that Mr. Pinault doesn't have other thoughts in the future." Lin Yao put away the memory card, with a warning in his eyes: "Forget about this matter, Fangfang and they can't say it." ”

"Understood!" Lin Zhenyu nodded heavily, knowing very well that this kind of thing could not be spread.

Lin Yao nodded: "Clean up, let's go back to Tazhai tomorrow and report the good news to Uncle Dong." ”

After meeting with Mr. Pino, the matter of Liberty City was almost settled.

The rest of the construction of factories and the ordering of equipment will not be solved in a moment.

He planned to take advantage of the vacancy to go back, on the one hand, to discuss the relocation plan with the clan elders of the third room, and on the other hand, to meet with Li Weimin to see what it meant.

......

On the eighth day of the eighth lunar month, there are still seven days left before the 15th day of August.

The whole tower is full of lights, this year is ready to sacrifice to the ancestors, this is the whole tower of the big event, than the usual New Year.

When Lin Yao came back, Uncle Dong was leading the renovation team to repair the ancestral shrine, and when he saw him coming back, he took the initiative to say, "Ah Yao, things are going well overseas, right?" ”

"It went well, Mr. Pino welcomed us very much, but he told me that he hoped that we could change our nationality when we got there, and that there was no soil for foreigners to live in the land of Merijian."

Lin Yao spread his hands and sighed: "This makes me very embarrassed, some uncles in the clan don't agree with the fact that the clansmen have to get a US green card when they go overseas." ”

"The uncles are not young in grade, and their thinking is outdated, and it is not easy to convince them."

"I think so, when you bring people over, you should choose from among the young people first, and the rest will be gradual."

"When the results are made and the situation is stable, we will think about large-scale migration."

"By the way, doesn't Liberty City have a Chinatown, buy a high-rise building in an apartment near Chinatown, and use it exclusively to house our people."

"We didn't have a suitable apartment building, so we built our own, a 28-storey apartment building with five units and four families on each floor, all of which could accommodate five or six hundred residents."

"This kind of building doesn't cost much to build, and if you count the decoration, 200 million US dollars should be enough."

"This money village comes out, the house is the courage of the people, there is a job, there is a place to live, and the voice of opposition can be much smaller."

Uncle Dong is still as rich as ever, ruthless, and one or two hundred million dollars is drizzle.

Lin Yao nodded silently, from Uncle Dong's pride, it is not difficult to hear that he is determined to win the overseas market.

Of course, you said that Uncle Dong was drifting, and Uncle Dong definitely didn't like it.