"Mr. Kravis, the head of the M&A giant KKR, has asked me to pay tribute to you on his behalf."

Dlamini, having had enough of being a "gentleman of England", finally got down to business.

Hall sat down in a lounge chair on the side of the court and took a sip of water, "What does he want to say, Reynolds Nabiske?"

"Yes, he said that KKR has been at Reynolds-Nabisque, so it's clear what a courageous move you made to initiate an M&A deal with him." Dlamini was as tactful as he could, "He wants to warn you that this may not be an ideal deal."

"Heh, has he always been so strong?" Hall asked in a calm tone.

Dlamini gave the same look of disdain: "You know, many of the rich and new riches who take the opportunity to achieve success often don't know how to be restrained. Habitually like a lion full of fighting spirit, challenging all existing rules and order."

In fact, Kravis is not a nouveau riche, but his achievements in recent years are too dazzling, the dictator of tens of billions of funds, an annual income of hundreds of millions of dollars, and a second wedding ceremony that is grander than the seventy-year-old prince......

has been high-profile again and again, pushing it to the pinnacle of life.

He would not allow to be preyed upon, even if the opponent was an English aristocratic genius who had recently gained a little fame, and he was not even willing to come forward to tell him personally.

"Coincidentally, I've been challenged since my debut...... Never refused." The corners of Hall's mouth curled slightly, and he put down the water bottle and stood up: "Please help me convey that I'm going to take action."

"We're here to help." Dlamini stood up and bowed in thanks.

It seems that he is one step closer to entering the nobility of England, and perhaps he can take this opportunity to ask Lord Hall to help hire a butler who has experience in serving traditional nobles. Those stereotypical butlers are extremely arrogant, and it is difficult to invite them even if they have money. It seems that he has served the nobles, and he has mutated into a nobleman......

…………

In the afternoon, back at the hotel, Connelly was reclining on the sofa, cloaked in only a layer of white tulle, playing the role of a mannequin.

There was a knock on the door and Ariana hurried in, admiring the colorful and artistic paintings on the panel: "I can see that laid-back, this is not the way to be when dealing with a big business."

"So what?" Hall put his paintbrush aside in disappointment and gave a soothing smile to Connally, who had also returned to his room.

"Goldman Sachs wants to join this deal, and the money, resources, and all-round investment are as you like."

"Sorry, you're late, the tickets are sold out."

"You're kidding me." Ariana stared at him, "There's no big deal at all, you're just going to buy those stocks in the secondary market. Use Goldman Sachs and Mellon to help you speculate on the stock price."

Hall took off the canvas: "Please help me get a new one, are you interested in modeling, I can help you paint a portrait, for free."

"You've been preparing for a month, and you haven't gotten Johnson, and you've given a purchase price of $85. It's not normal, unless you have inside information or under-the-table trading and know exactly what Reynolds-Nabisque is worth." Ariana said to herself.

The reason why the management must be dealt with first in the merger and acquisition is that the management must cooperate to provide the company's operating information in order to accurately estimate a suitable purchase price. ….

Hall hasn't met Johnson since he mentioned the acquisition, so how dare he shout out the price of $85?

Either the acquisition of eucalyptus is fake; Either he has inside information, or it can't be blind anyway.

Either way, Ariana felt that it was profitable, but she didn't get any response to two consecutive temptations, like hitting cotton, which made her a little helpless.

Hall shrugged, bent down to pick up a canvas and set it up, "There's a note on the coffee table, dial the phone number on it. I have ink on my hands...... Help, this is to answer your questions."

Ariana sat down on the couch and picked up the landline in the living room and called it. Then stretch the phone cord and drag it to the former.

"Hello, is this Mr. Johnson? I'm Hugo Hall, and I'm sure you've heard my name lately, yes, yes, it's the Hall who wants to buy you." suddenly

His words are arrogant, like a mental illness.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and Johnson said, "So, do you want to meet me to talk?"

"Of course, we'll have to talk, out of the most basic courtesy." Hall said, scribbling paint on the oil.

Ariana stood next to her and held up the microphone, listening intently to the voice coming out of the phone: "Honestly, it's not the courtesy of a financier to quote a purchase price to make everyone know before you think of negotiating with the CEO."

"Young man, you've been reactive in a business that needs to be solved quickly. Other financial institutions have sent me inquiries, shareholders want to make a big profit, management is at risk, and you have a lot of strong competitors. It makes me wonder what your true purpose is."

Inferior microphones distort vocals, but Johnson's pent-up anger is still clearly expressed.

He was about to vomit blood, and before he flew to the West Coast to watch the game on the weekend, he received the news that he was being targeted; After thinking about countermeasures on the plane, he gritted his teeth and decided to unite with all the management to resist and acquire Reynolds-Nabiske at a price of $75 per share, turning the company into a private company for all management.

As soon as the plane landed, I just received information about the $500,000 buy, and learned that the damn family office was actually planning to acquire it for $85 per share.

[In other words, it is the best way to read aloud and listen to books, change the source, and install the latest version.] 】

I didn't have time to take a big breath and curse for this, and then I received news that several financial institutions on Wall Street had sent merger and acquisition intentions.

Now it's okay, you don't have to watch the ball, hurry up and refuel the plane back to Atlanta to catch the female.

The price of $85 is very sensitive, stuck in a position where both the company and the acquirer have a lot of profit margins, and it firmly suppresses the management's intentions.

"I'm very sorry for that. I'm still a kid, and when a 17-year-old is doing M&A business for the first time, there are always some mistakes, can you forgive me?" Hall silently thanked himself in his heart.

He didn't learn anything in the later part of his last life, and he was a professional pimping broker. But when he first entered college, he was also a good boy with a lot of spirits, and he was familiar with financial classics such as "The Barbarian at the Door", and he clearly remembered the details of this merger and acquisition deal of the century.

Johnson fell into a brief silence when he heard the outrageous statement: "...... Come on, tell me what you want."

"M&A, I have the money, you make an offer." Hall was crisp and arrogant.

"I want management, and we have half of the shares."

"That's impossible, I can't raise a maid for you, you take the money and leave."

"I want 3 billion."

Hall asked suspiciously, "Do you have a maid for the division?"

"It's for all management, and if you don't want to, let's talk about equity." Johnson jumps back to the previous condition.

"Equity is not to be discussed, IMHO, I think the Wall Street peers are right, even in the office of the CEO of Reynolds-Nabiske, a pedal dog can run a good company...... And you're not running this giant business well." Hall drew the line very undecently.

"Fakyu, little cub, I'm waiting for you to come and acquire."

Johnson, who had been caught for a day, was a little difficult to control his anger, and hung up the phone undignifiedly.

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Sorry, tomorrow yesterday and the day before yesterday's update, I feel as if I am yang, but again.

I'm mortal