Chapter 710 "My Personal Financial Advisor Is Coming Over"

After hearing this, Phillips decided to call Jones.

After all, the old lady in front of him is also a customer he wants to win over, and he cannot offend easily.

So he said into the microphone: "Sorry, Mr. Fang, I have a customer here who is also your loyal reader. She wants to say a few words to you."

On the other end of the phone, Fang Minghua was a little confused after hearing this, and then heard a strange old woman's voice coming from the phone: "Hello. Please forgive my presumption, are you really the author of "Covered Bridge's Lost Dream"? "

"Yes, I am the author of "The Lost Dreams of the Covered Bridge". We have never met this lady. There is no need for me to lie to you." Fang Minghua answered patiently.

"Oh, my God." On the other end of the phone, the woman's voice suddenly became sharp:

"Mr. Minghua, my name is Jones. I like the novel "The Bridge of Lost Dreams" very much. The love between Francesca and Robert is so great that I was moved to tears."

Fang Minghua didn't expect that he would meet his fan after making a phone call. The voice sounded like an old woman, but he still listened patiently to the other person's lengthy explanation of his feelings.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was too excited and took up your precious time." Jones came back to his senses: "Do you still write romance novels?"

"I just wrote a novel about magic. It mainly reflects the growth and friendship of teenagers. Mrs. Jones, I guess it's not to your taste." Fang Minghua told the truth.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, I can show it to my granddaughter. My granddaughter is a girl who loves fantasy very much. She will definitely like this book you wrote." Jones said.

"Thanks."

Finally, Jones handed the microphone to Phillips, who took the microphone and said quickly: "Mr. Minghua, did you just say that you wanted to sell part of your stock?"

"Yes, I want to acquire a company, so I need about 5 million US dollars in funds. You can help me sell some stocks according to market conditions." Fang Minghua explained the reason.

"I am happy to serve you. I will provide you with the best solution to maximize your interests. Of course, according to regulations, we also need to sign a power of attorney to sell shares so that I can operate your account."

"Do I need to sign it myself?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Yes, it must be signed by me. I will send the power of attorney to you, and you can just sign and send it back." Phillips quickly replied, and suddenly said: "In order to save time, I will fly to San Francisco to meet you tomorrow. you."

"Really? Please make a trip."

"You're welcome, it's my job to serve you."

Fang Minghua told him his contact address, and the two parties hung up the phone.

"My personal financial advisor will come to San Francisco tomorrow." Fang Minghua said to Meng Dawen with a smile.

At this time, all the doubts in Meng Dawen's heart were dispelled.

"OK, Mr. Fang, we will go to Ashley press to meet them and your boss tomorrow morning!"

The next morning, Fang Minghua and Li Li went out and drove to the Ashley press location at the agreed time.

Ashley Press is located at No. 48 Font Blvd (Baptismal Boulevard) in the northwest corner of San Francisco State University. This is not a main road and there are relatively few vehicles and pedestrians. Fang Minghua and the others found this three-story building with an Art Deco style building. It's quite a long time ago.

Within a few minutes, Meng Dawen arrived in a Mercedes-Benz, followed by a car. A middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes got out. He was an accountant from Zhang Qing Accounting Firm named Jack, who represented the accounting firm. Responsible for the financial aspects of this acquisition.

The group of people exchanged simple greetings and walked upstairs.

Garcia was sitting in his office staring blankly at the scenery outside the window.

In the winter in San Francisco, it's either raining or the sky is gloomy like today, and my mood is just like the sky, gloomy and a little depressing.

Garcia is 62 years old. At his age, he should have retired and enjoyed his leisure time long ago, but he is still worried about the company.

Ashley Press was founded in 1942 and was passed down to the second generation through his father.

But it seems that this situation cannot be passed on. The only son is lazy and not good at doing business. More importantly, the company is already heavily in debt.

Times have changed.

He remembered that when he was young, he liked to watch "The Scarlet Letter", "The Old Man and the Sea", "The Great Gatsby", and recited poems from "Leaves of Grass", but today's young people are not interested in these.

They like to watch Hollywood movies, watch soap operas on TV, play Sony games, and read novels such as "Midnight Soul", "Magic Hour" and "The Twilight Saga".

These best-selling authors are what major publishing houses are competing for, and my small publishing house is simply unable to compete.

The newly published books could not be sold, and dealers returned them one after another. In the past, they relied on reprinting novels such as "Uncle Tom's Cabin" that were already in the public edition to make ends meet, but the sales of these books were deteriorating.

Starting this year, employee wages cannot be paid on time, and the local publishing industry union has already blacklisted its own company.

This means that I can no longer recruit new employees from the labor market!

This has little impact on the company, and they didn't expect to recruit anyway. Employees have already left one after another. The company that originally had more than 100 people now only has more than 40 people left.

What’s even more frightening is that just last week, he received a written warning from the San Francisco Bureau of Labor and Employment. If he doesn’t solve the problem of unpaid wages as soon as possible, he will be sued immediately. According to federal law, he will face jail time!

It seems that the only way to go is bankruptcy.

Or, be acquired.

But I really can’t bear it.

In this building, he spent the best years of his youth.

Those beautiful and poetic words are my favorite in life.

At this moment, the secretary suddenly knocked on the door and came in and said: "Mr. Garcia, Lawyer Meng Dawen from Meng Dawen Law Firm and several people want to see you."

Mondavan Law Firm? !

Garcia's heart suddenly tightened.

He had heard the name of this law firm and it was well-known in San Francisco.

Could it be that the union entrusted him to sue me for arrears of wages to employees?

Don't underestimate this lawsuit. You will definitely lose the case. Not only will you pay off the back wages, but you will also be fined multiple times. What's more likely is that the officials from the San Francisco Labor Bureau will take the opportunity to make trouble and send you directly to jail!

The company went bankrupt and the building was auctioned by the court to pay off debts.

Garcia seemed to see the terrible end.

"Mr. Garcia?"

The secretary's gentle reminder made him wake up, calmed down and said, "Invite them in."

You can't hide, just leave it to fate.

Soon, the secretary led a group of people into the office.

Garcia took a look and saw that there were six people, and most of them were yellow people.

I am a small business with dozens of people. How many people do I need to bring to issue an indictment?

It seemed that Meng Dawen took himself too seriously. Garcia smiled bitterly in his heart, but his face was still very calm.

"Mr. Meng Dawen, what do you want from me?"

Contrary to Garcia's expectation, Meng Dawen did not say anything about the indictment, but introduced it to him.

"Mr. Garcia, this is Mr. Fang Minghua, from China. He is a writer."

writer? China? Fang Minghua? Minghua? !

Garcia immediately thought of a person and quickly stood up with a smile and stretched out his right hand: "Hello, are you Mr. Minghua, a famous Chinese writer? Your novels are also very popular in our country."

"Thanks."

Fang Minghua didn't expect that the old man with messy hair would suddenly become enthusiastic, so he had to answer politely.

"You are a famous best-selling author. Do you have a new novel to be published recently? Don't worry, our publisher will give you the highest royalties in accordance with relevant laws and regulations!"

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Looking at Garcia with an excited face, Fang Minghua didn't know how to answer for a while. Meng Dawen next to him took over and said.

"Sorry, Mr. Garcia, Mr. Fang is not here to publish his own novels. He wants to acquire your publishing house, and I am his sole agent."

Acquisition? !

Garcia's hot eyes immediately dimmed.