Chapter 133

During this kind of stock market crash, only fools will buy in cash. Isn't it good to keep the money in their own hands? "3, this is the last bid, or else forget it."

"Actually, as long as I hand over the voting rights to you, the more shares I get, the better it will be for you. Think about it, plus my shares, whether your voting rights have exceeded the critical line of 33."

"Haha" Stark rolled his eyes, if he hadn't thought of this earlier, he wouldn't have agreed to buy it with shares.

"Okay, 3 billion is 3 billion." William didn't have much expectations for the prospect of p3 remaining in his hands. It would be good to have a few billion, and he had to spend a lot of energy to take care of this. In his eyes, there are not many profitable projects, but in the hands of large companies, it is different.

Thinking that the 3 billion will turn into 30 billion dollars in the future, William thought that he was not at a loss, and at this time, money is not the main thing for him, but social status. Adding the previous 4, William has 7 in his hands. The shares of Stark Group, and they are also shares with the same rights as Tony Stark, and there is no risk of dilution.

Thinking of this, William cheered and shook hands with Stark.

Stark thought that although his shares were less, his control rights were not less, but increased, and as long as the player could sell well, his net worth would also increase after the stock price increased.

He was not so repulsive about William taking 7 shares, and happily had a toast with the two of them under the congratulations of Old Smith.

After the business was over, the three of them chatted while drinking whisky and smoking cigars.

While talking, Old Smith's subordinates knocked on the door, came in and handed Old Smith a file bag. Old Smith waved his subordinates to go out.

After opening it, he took out a few photos and put them on the table and asked William, "Do you mind talking about what happened at Caesars Palace just now? I'm curious how you would be interested in a liar and an old man. You don't care about the whisky you like."

William didn't answer the old Smith's question, but looked at the old Smith and asked, "Mr. Smith, you are the landlord of Las Vegas, can I ask you a less friendly question?"

"An unfriendly question?" Old Smith didn't understand what question William would ask, and shook his head, "I can't guess, you should just say it directly."

"If you Caesars Palace suddenly lose hundreds of millions of dollars in cash, will your stock plummet the next day?"

"Of course," Old Smith patted the armrest of the chair, "William, did you get any news, will it be my Caesars Palace?"

Hearing this kind of news, Old Smith is still so calm, as expected of someone who is used to seeing wind and waves, "Don't worry, Mr. Smith, it has nothing to do with your Caesars Palace."

"Haha, that's good, it doesn't mean that someone is going to be unlucky," Old Smith said after taking a sip of whiskey, "Who?"

William didn't say anything directly: "Beautiful Hotel".

"Terry?? That guy Benedict? Never thought someone would dare to hit him, no one in Las Vegas can take a dime out of our pockets, William, are you sure you Anyone who knows can really take money from Terry Benedict?"

William thought for a while and said, "I don't know about that, but from some of the news I've got, these people have the possibility of success, and Terry Benedict has a very bad habit that makes things work. probability becomes very high.”

"What bad habit?" William's words made Smith incomprehensible, and he recalled: "In my impression, Terry Benedict is a very cautious and serious person, and he manages the Beauty Hotel in an orderly manner. .

It only took him ten years to go from having one hotel to three, and even MGM was bought by him," he said.

"It's just too strict, Terry?? Benedict is a person who takes care of everything, and even rushes to do the work of his subordinates. Mr. Smith, you can understand if you think about it carefully, whether the staff at the Beauty Hotel is working or not. It's all casual and perfunctory."

After Smith heard it, he thought about it carefully, and found that what William said seemed to be true, "So our chance is here"?

William looked at Stark and Smith whose eyes lit up, "Yes, our chance is here."

Chapter 193 Greedy Hyena

Old Smith took the bottle to refill the two with wine and said happily with the glass: "Cheers".

"cheers"

After drinking a few sips of whiskey, Stark and William said, "Are you in charge of the stock market or are Mr. Smith and I in charge?"

"Of course, it's up to you. After all, you have more energy in this country than me. Each person is shorting $200 million in total, $600 million. Is there a problem?" William said, he would not end by himself, Terry Ben After all, Nidick is a Las Vegas boss.

Just let Stark and Smith stand in front and make a fortune in silence.

Smith said: "Is 600 million dollars too little, William, if you hit a snake, you will be killed with a stick, or if Terry Benedict notices something, it will be very troublesome to retaliate. Terry is pulling Vegas is notoriously vindictive, and no one who gets into trouble at his hotel survives."

I didn't expect Old Smith, a very kind-looking old man, to be so sophisticated. He just wanted to make money, but Old Smith wanted people's lives.

"Who in this world may have an accident, but what good is it for me?" William glanced at Stark, "You think so, Stark."

Stark smiled slightly, and said with disdain: "Oh, this has nothing to do with me.

Relationship, I am only responsible for finding someone to watch the stock market, you two will handle the rest, hehe, you are a tycoon in the brand industry, and a noble family of Gatkin. I think few people can resist you joining forces."

It sounds nice, but it’s not that they don’t want to attack, William and Smith smiled and ignored Stark who wanted to hang a sign, and said to Smith, “I’m in charge of dealing with Terry, and you’re in charge of sniping the Beauty Group. You can't just swallow the Beauty Group in one go and see your energy in Las Vegas, Mr. Smith."

"No problem, I still know a lot of energetic people. As long as your action is successful, I will pull some peers to snipe beautiful people," Smith said excitedly.

"Then, what about my reward, Mr. Smith, as an intelligence provider and an action planner, I want your three-tiered interest after the fact to be too much."

"William, don't you have the stock market and the stolen money is not enough? You know that this sniping will give me a large part of the profit to go out, 3 floors are too much, unless you can guarantee that Terry?? Benedict will give out Unexpectedly, otherwise we would not have swallowed the beauty group whole."

William thought silently about the size of the Beauty Group. The market value of Beauty in the stock market was about 20 billion US dollars. No matter how he tried to buy it, he would have tens of billions of dollars.

But William doesn't care about this, "Don't forget, your main goal is not money, but Beauty has 3 hotels, if you can destroy it or swallow it, you will not only lose one competitor, but also A warning to anyone trying to grab a bite in Las Vegas, it's more important than cash."

Smith thought for a long time before nodding, "The operation is successful, and Terry Benedict has to see God or get into big trouble, we will pay you three times the reward, and the first one will pay half of 1 billion in advance. I hope to exchange the shares of other companies with you, billions of cash are still too much pressure for us."

After thinking for a while, William said, "The three floors are more than 2 billion dollars, Mr. Smith, if you give me stocks, you must give me 3 billion."

Smith shook his head, "God, things are not as simple as you think William. Even if he can make 10 billion on the book, in fact, the profit may only be half. If you want to succeed, too many people have to manage it."

"Hehe, that's your business. The money you earn every year from the three best hotels is several times the money you give to me. I don't think you can't understand this account. With 2.5 billion in cash or 3 billion in stock, your most I really want to think about what company shares I can offer to me, if I don't like it, I won't ask for shares."

Stark now understood why someone would want William to die. This little guy who was under 20 was just too greedy.

This time Smith sat on the sofa thinking for a longer time. It wasn't that he never thought about leaving William alone, but the information he found showed that William, a guy who didn't have much time to make a fortune, was very revengeful and violent. Kill your opponent without any hesitation.

Thinking of possible revenge in the future, Smith shook his head inwardly, and the matter has not yet started, and the three hotels have not yet been obtained. Everything is still unknown. Let's talk about it after the meat is eaten. Strong, Smith doesn't mind defaulting.

"Okay, stock or stock and cash, William, you're a greedy hyena, bite and let it go," old Smith would say after a pause: "You're so different from your grandfather, Henry does most of what he does for Your own country, your heir is not at all as patriotic as your ancestors."

The devil loves England, William thought silently in his heart, why no one pulled Henry when he forced his grandfather Henry to sell his ancestral property, and William's soul was not English.

"It takes money to love England, Mr. Smith, when England collected my family tax, it didn't matter if my four great-grandfathers died for England,

Even the old king of England wanted to award my four great-grandfathers with honors, hehe, I don't think I should love England more, the Devonhill family doesn't owe England anything."

Seeing William's unconcerned face made Old Smith, an Englishman, very sad. Speaking of which, he also bleed for England, but in the end, he didn't come to America to seek a life.

"Hey, let's not talk about this, it's up to you now. Whether me and Stark can succeed depends on you being able to do that."

"It's a small matter, as long as you make money, I don't care even if you trade with Satan, Stark, give me an account, and I'll let people call the money, and you'd better not be greedy for my money, or I will It will blow up your mansion in Marbury."

"Don't worry, I promise I won't give you a chance, you should take care of yourself, don't get killed when you leave a lot of money, and you don't know who will be cheaper," Stark sneered.

"Stark, I promise that if I have an accident, no one will get my money, I know a man named Yuri Orlov, the king of war,

If I had an accident, I'd exchange all the money for boats and boats of ak and throw it to the barefoot uncles at the Cape of Good Hope to let them have a happy year, it's none of my business whether the others are unhappy or not .

And I also set up several revenge funds with a total value of 1 billion US dollars in some forces, hehe, whoever wants to kill me will wait for the assassins from all over the world to patronize."

Chapter 194 Devon Hill is mentally ill

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