The Richest Man in the DC World

Luke didn't turn back until most of the guests in the side hall had dispersed.

"How was the talk?"

"Very good, nearly 90% complete."

Philip sighed, "I don't know if you're doing this a good thing or a bad thing. The political arena is a big mud pit, and once you get into it, it's hard to pull it out."

"Because it is a mud pit, the saplings can absorb enough nutrients, and the company has sufficient space for development."

"That's true, but you picked the wrong person. Donald is a businessman, not a politician, and the odds of being in the White House are extremely low."

"Whoever told you a businessman can't be president, just walk around, that guy will surprise everyone."

Philip shook his head with disapproval.

Emily came over, "What are you talking about?"

"Future President of the United States, Emily, do you support Donald becoming the White House!"

"I don't support him, I support Chirac."

"why?"

"Because Chirac is a woman."

Luke was startled, "That makes sense."

...

With the melodious music playing, it was time for the dance.

Men and women of all shapes and sizes walk on the dance floor and enjoy the beauty of life in the upper classes.

Luke took Emily off the stage. After two ballroom dances, he returned to the living room. Robert Downs was waiting there. When he saw the purple-haired girl in full costume, his eyes flashed with surprise, and then he recovered. normal,

"Boss, people from the bank have arrived, in the conference room on the second floor."

Luke nodded, "According to plan."

"understood."

Robert nodded to the girl and turned to leave.

As the FBI, what Emily lacks most is curiosity.

"What plan are you talking about?"

"The financing thing."

"Financing?" Emily asked in surprise, "Is ShowMe short of money?"

"No shortage."

"Why do you need financing if you don't lack money?"

"Some things are not up to you."

Luke took a sip of the wine glass and said indifferently, "It's like when you're hungry and you see a big and fragrant grilled lamb chop hanging on the roadside window, you can't help but eat it even knowing it belongs to someone else. desire."

"The current ShowMe is that lamb chop. Some people want to bite off a piece of fat to satisfy their cravings, and some people want to swallow it with the meat and the bone in the stomach."

"No way! How many days has your company been established?"

"The value of Internet companies is not in age, but in the future. Do you know how many users ShowMe has?"

Emily hesitated, "Eight million?"

Luke smiled and shook his head, "That's an imaginary number, it's bluffing, the actual number of users is 5.2 million, and the daily active users are around 4.8 million. The above is the result of the first two months. Imagine, after a year, ShowMe will have How many users?"

Five million in two months, more than thirty million in one year, and two years...

Emily's breathing began to quicken.

Luke continued,

"There is a famous saying in Capital:

In a business, if the profit rate reaches 10%, it is guaranteed to be used everywhere; if it reaches 20%, it will become active; if it reaches 50%, it will take desperate risks; if it exceeds 100%, it will dare to trample all human laws; if it reaches 300 %, the devil was born, the current market value of ShowMe is about 80 million, and it will reach 2 billion in one year, 250 times the profit, who is not interested. "

"Then you are not very dangerous?"

"It's not dangerous."

Luke waved his hand indifferently, if he really had trouble with the eyeless guy, he wouldn't mind letting him know what ghost fire was.

"By the way, I need your help with something."

Luke called Emily over and said in her ear,

I don't know what to say, I heard the latter shaking his head again and again,

"No, I'm not a maid."

"Just a show!"

"Not even acting."

Luke looked at her fixedly and pleaded, "Just once."

Emily opened her mouth silently, hesitated for a while, and then nodded reluctantly.

Luke raised his eyebrows triumphantly.

Everything is afraid of the first time, the first time has the second time, and the second time has countless times.

Niangpi, I still want to run in my clothes.

...

On the second floor of the Hilton Hotel, in the easternmost conference room.

Managers from major banks sat idle on the sofa, some smoked, some drank, some closed their eyes and rested. They maintained this state for a long time, but the protagonist never showed up.

Citibank's Bob Jack glanced at his watch and said displeasedly,

"It's been half an hour, whether he will come or not, don't waste our time."

Robert quickly apologized, "Wait, wait, the boss will be here in a while."

Chase's Reagan Connor sneered,

"I heard that the founder of ShowMe is a seventeen-year-old doll, Robert, you are really good at it, and you actually beat the doll."

Robert said without a smile,

"It doesn't matter who you work for, the key is whether the boss has the strength."

The person next to him answered,

"So, your boss is very powerful?"

"That's natural, or you won't wait for him for half an hour."

Bob Jack took a puff of his cigar and said flatly,

"We're sitting here just out of courtesy."

"I understand, I understand."

Robert kept a smile on his face the whole time, but there was an imperceptible cold glow in the depths of his eyes.

After a few more minutes, the door of the conference room finally opened, and the radiant Emily walked in, walked straight to the main seat and sat down, forcing the dryness in her heart to say,

"Young master has something to do temporarily, let me talk to you. If you have any requirements, you can tell me, and I will convey it to the young master."

The voice fell, and the conference room instantly boiled.

The bank managers were all angry. They waited for dozens of minutes, and they didn't see the main owner. They only waited for a message. Who does that kid think he is? Hitler!

Bob Jack shoved the cigar into the ashtray and said with a grim expression,

"Where is Luke Xiao? I want to see him."

Emily glanced at him and said indifferently,

"Master said, if you want shares in ShowMe, sit down and talk to me. If you don't want it, you can leave now."

Bob ate a closed door, and his bad temper broke out instantly. Without saying a word, he walked away.

Emily didn't stop either, swept towards others,

"You can go too."

The rest of you look at me, I look at you, eyes flickering, but no one leaves.

Seeing them like this, Emily couldn't help but think of the words Luke explained: The people in the conference room are a group of untamed hounds, you are careful, they are grinning; will yield to you.

This sentence is so right, Emily's confidence has greatly increased, and her tone has been raised.

"Now we can talk."

"Who will come first."

Robert coughed and put a plan contract on the table,

"This is Chase's acquisition plan."

Emily turned to the last two pages of the contract, glanced at it, and threw it into the trash can.

"Next one."

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