Tossing and turning until 3:20 p.m., Glerint finally came out of the police station.

"Haven't eaten lunch yet." He whispered to himself.

There wasn't much food to eat in the morning, and Glerint had another fight with Quinn, although the amount of exercise was not much, but under the intense emotional ups and downs, the food seemed to be digested very quickly.

Therefore, Glerint was completely hungry at this time.

"Forget it, let's go home and eat."

It's not that it's for saving, it's just that many restaurants don't serve during non-dinner hours, and Glerint doesn't want to ask one by one like a fool.

And let's be honest, the chef hired by Gleilint is quite good, and he prepares more everyday food than many of the restaurants on the street that look quite sophisticated.

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Swallowing the last bite of the beef bone broth, Glerint burped in satisfaction and immediately looked around - quite an inelegant act for a nobleman.

There was no one else around him, and even the valet didn't keep looking at his master.

When the master is resting at home, the valet is generally resting as well.

The master's room will be equipped with a summons bell to ensure that the servants can be called at any time to enjoy the service.

"When you're full, you want to sleep......"

Glerint didn't even want to deal with the destabilizing factor, the extraordinary nature of the Fraudster, or reflect on and sort out the course of the morning's battle...... Just want to get a good night's sleep!

"Knock, knock, knock......" There was a knock on the door of the restaurant.

"Mr. Mariano, are you done with your meal?"

"His Excellency Anthony is waiting for you in the drawing room with Sylvie Heisenberg and the lawyers for both sides."

"Do you have time to meet them?"

Anthony is old, capable, and not directly responsible to Glerint, so he is very decisive and somewhat domineering.

It would have been inappropriate to bring it to the door without prior notice, but he didn't think so.

Glerint didn't care about this, because the other party could help him earn a fortune of 10,000 pounds a year!

For Qiao San's sake......

……

Forget it, I still don't sleep, otherwise I will be too energetic at night and I won't be able to sleep.

Glerint exhaled and said, "You tell them to wait a moment, and I'll be over right away." ”

"Yes, sir."

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The real Sylvie Heisenberg was a slender man who was noticeably shorter than Glerint.

Based on his height of slightly less than 180 centimeters, Gleilint speculated that the other party was about 1.7 meters.

He was dressed in a formal suit slightly whitish from many washes, with a pipe in his left hand, and looked to be in his forties.

His complexion is dull yellow, his facial features are simple, and his hands are full of calluses.

When Glerint got to the door, they were arguing about something.

Agitated, the simple gentleman stood up and struck the table with his pipe, rather dissatisfied,

"It's impossible, if you're serious, then we don't have to talk about it anymore!"

"Mr. Heisenberg, is there anything rude about my servant?"

Glerint spoke out at the right time to prevent the quarrel from escalating.

The simple gentleman suddenly saw a young man arrive, and quickly guessed that he was the owner of the villa, the legendary youngest viscount of Beckland, Glerin Mariano.

"No, there is no such thing, Lord Viscount." His expression was a little embarrassed, as if he was spotted by the person concerned when he was talking about others behind his back.

"It's your agent, Anthony, and his conditions are too harsh for me to accept."

"Oh? Is that so? So, where have you been talking about? Gentlemen. ”

Glerint asked, and as he walked into the reception room, he saw Anthony on his right, and nodded to him in greeting.

"I think that's quite reasonable, Mr. Heisenberg."

"Six thousand pounds, fifty-one percent of the shares."

Anthony stressed again, telling Glerint the offer.

Hehe......

Hearing this set of offers that were exactly the same as in the morning, Gleilint smiled in his heart.

Of course, he knew that this was a condition that Sylvie would not have accepted at all.

If he is allowed to hold more than 50 shares now, after the follow-up product research and development is successful, he can increase asset investment and directly establish a company.

In that case, Sylvie will have no chance to resist at all, and it is not impossible that he will be eaten to death, or even kicked out directly.

The reverse is different, even if Sylvie can hold more than 50 shares now, when he really establishes a company to establish a production line, he must also introduce third-party assets due to lack of funds, so as to achieve a relative balance.

Do you think so too? Your Excellency the Viscount? If that's the case, then we don't have to waste each other's time. ”

Sylvie stiffened and was about to leave.

Glerint actually didn't have much desire to invest, but he suddenly had an idea. Instead, he asked abruptly, "I would like to ask, what is your faith?" ”

Sylvie didn't know why, and even Anthony was very confused, and couldn't understand what he was asking for.

Do you want to give preferential treatment for the sake of faith?

"God of steam and machines, Your Excellency." Sylvie sincerely drew a triangle on his chest.

Gleilynt was noncommittal.

I didn't talk deeply, but deliberately showed a cold tone: "Unfortunately, my belief is the goddess of the night." ”

"What about your psychological price? Mr. Heisenberg. ”

"Forty-five percent, I take up so many shares, that's my bottom line."

"As for the price, I think four thousand pounds is quite reasonable for each other!"

This has achieved the results that Anthony expected, but he thinks it can go down again! Or put some strings attached.

"If you can't achieve a controlling stake, then I don't think the benefits and risks of this investment are mismatched. Mr. Heisenberg. ”

"What do you think, Glerint."

I think it's already a good fit, and people can't go too far......

"That's true." Glerint chimed in.

Sylvie's face was a little more ugly, but he still didn't rush to really report his bottom line.

His bottom line was four thousand pounds, forty-nine percent of the shares.

But he just suddenly understood that in fact, the other party did not attach too much importance to these few percent of the shares, but hoped that it would either be high-risk and high-return. Either it's lower yield, ultra-low risk.

"Or I can receive the investment as the research progresses." He tried to ask.

Anthony immediately decided: "Deal!" ”

Such an investment cannot be said to be completely risk-free for Glering, but it is indeed quite low.

If the one-time investment fails, he is equivalent to 4,000 pounds, and he will be directly lost.

In this way, the investment money is given according to the schedule, which means that the product will either fail to develop and he will lose the previous progress payment; Either the research and development is successful, and he makes a lot of money.

For Sylvie, the success of the development is fine, but if it fails, he will have nothing to gain and waste time.

An agreement was reached, and the parties signed an investment agreement on this condition, and a number of details were added.

Glerint looked at the investment agreement jointly drafted by the lawyers on both sides with great interest, but found no loopholes.

Mature business investment agreements were originally developed from the Church of the Eternal Sun, which is also the god of contracts and the guardian of commerce.

If he, a Sequence Nine lawyer, can find loopholes, people don't have to mess around.

Of course, in terms of the additional conditions of both sides, Gleilint still put forward many things that could be improved.

This led to a certain amount of self-doubt on the solicitors' professional competence.