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Chapter 117 Instant noodles and ideals

"Yes, I'm very optimistic about the prospects of Silicon and Neural Bonds, so I want to invest in it angels."

Han Xuan said as he walked, following Mike to the garage, with various cartoon characters painted on the wall. He had seen the yellow-bearded old man in the Vikings game before, and he could also find it on the wall.

The bodyguards stood outside, and the others were able to sit down at the oval table. Perez took out a cowhide book from his handbag and prepared to record the key points of the conversation. The boss emphasized yesterday.

Mike's mind was a little confused. He was not worried about investment, but the strange little boy in front of him.

Angel Investment knew that this novel investment method began to become popular in the 1970s, and the rich in capital in small companies or concepts in the early stages of their entrepreneurship, and obtained returns such as corresponding shares of the company.

Nowadays, American game companies are everywhere, and silicon and neural bonds are not outstanding. He and the other two founders have received several capital injections before.

In the early stages of their business, they only had 30,000 to 40,000 US dollars in capital, and the game production and return cycle was relatively long, and the first game cost more than that.

Last year, the second game "Rock Stadium" was launched, with very good sales. Silicon and neural bonds were therefore rated as the best game development company in the United States in 1993 by the magazine. So many people came to them for investment opportunities this year, but most of them were small-scale investments, completely trying to take advantage of them.

The company has 15 employees, including programmers, designers, drafters and sound engineers. They spend a lot of money every week, earned from two games, paid off their college loans and credit cards that had been overdrafted, and paid dividends to employees at the end of last year, so the remaining ones used to create the third game are no longer enough.

Mike saw several luxury cars on the side of the road and believed they were not here to tease him. He thought that if the time was two months ahead of time, he would not have to run around and look for funds. But now, he smacked his lips and said regretfully: "Sorry, we have found the financing, it is Davidson & Associates."

"Davidson Association?" Han Xuan frowned, his expression as if someone had snatched his beloved toy. He said unhappyly.

Perez leaned over with a wink and whispered: "It is a Federation of Issuing Companies in the United States, composed of several small issuers. Including fixed assets, the scale is only about 70 million US dollars."

After saying that, he coughed, looked at the opposite side and continued, "Sir, have you signed the contract? How much are they investing in?"

The saying "only 70 million" kept flashing through Mike's mind. The Davidson Association has always been famous in the game circle for its strong capital, and it seems to have become an insignificant small company in their mouths.

Hearing Perez's question, he sat forward and shook his bottom: "I just signed an intent contract last week. They injected $700,000, and the formal contract has not been signed yet."

"Excuse me, I don't know you are..." Several people across the street whispered around the boy. Mike remembered that he didn't seem to know each other yet, and interrupted in a low voice.

He studied computer science at UCLA. After graduation, he resigned from the company after attending classes for a few months and formed his current game team. He had little experience in communicating with people. When he saw a few people suddenly stopped and looked at him, he shook his hand: "I'm sorry."

Perez smiled and said, "It's okay, it's our negligence. We are from the Sos Group, this one is..."

After holding it in for a long time, I didn't know how to introduce the boy. He received a call in a hurry last night, only knowing that he was the boss's grandson and had no idea about his position.

"Han, the manager of Xueshan Investment Company." Han Xuan stood up and said seriously.

"Sorry, Sos Group? Are you talking about the sos written in the convenience store across the street?" Mike leaned over and shook hands with the boy, probably thinking that he had said it was a joke and asked in the direction of Perez.

"Yes, the Sos Group in Los Angeles." Perez nodded.

Mike was so surprised that he couldn't speak. If he wanted to compare the SoS Group to Titanic, the current silicon and nerve bonds were just small wooden boards, or even small wooden boards were worse than small boards, and at best it was a lifebuoy.

Han Xuan was sulking next to him. Of course he would be unhappy if he was ignored. He could only blame himself for being too young. It was indeed strange to discuss this with others.

"Since you haven't signed a formal contract with the Davidson Association, how about we consider our company?" A young man next to him spoke, speaking very fast. Han Xuan remembered that when he introduced himself in the morning, he said that his name was Dillan and he was responsible for the negotiations, while Perez was responsible for the agreement on the legal provisions, and several people had their own division of labor.

I originally planned to have someone review the financial problems of silicon and neural bonds, but now it seems that there is no need. Someone is already ahead of me, and now I only have a bid worth discussing.

Han Xuan sat on the chair, staring at the cartoon image of Orgrim in "Warcraft: Humans and Orcs" on the wall, thinking that even if he succeeded by the Davis Association, he would not remember to invest and dilute their shares at the cost.

"Are you talking about Sos Group's acquisition, or is it referring to his Snow Mountain Investment Company?"

Mike said the previous sentence with hope, and immediately became quite reluctant to go backwards, looking at Dylan with wide eyes.

"It's okay. Han is the grandson of our chairman. There is no need to worry about funds..."

Before Perez finished speaking, Han Xuan interrupted him angrily: "I invested two million yuan to get 85% of the company's equity in your silicon and neural bonds, and I guaranteed not to interfere in the company's operations, leaving only financial supervision. Is this condition good enough? Is it the money I earned by myself!"

Mike's psychological activities were written on his face. It was obvious that he had distrustful Han Xuan just now. The boy was so angry that he was so angry that he exhaled and stood up and stared at the young man opposite him.

"It's really two million?" Mike naturally wouldn't be scared by an eleven-year-old child, and he repeated Han Xuan's words.

He borrowed $15,000 from his grandmother a few years ago, and he has not paid off the investment in the company he has so far. The market value of silicon and neural bonds is now only nearly one million US dollars. The Davis Association invested 700,000 and asked to obtain 65% of the shares. In fact, Han Xuan is nearly twice the price he paid.

The idea of ​​the irony in his mind was jingling. Perez and the others were both veterans. They knew there was a chance through his expression. Although the price offered by Han Xuan was too high, the old man had ordered not to intervene at will, and they would not say much.

Under the table, Perez showed a serious face and waited quietly for Mike to think about it.

In Silicon and Neural Couple, Mike has always been the president since the company was established. He loves the company and has five days in seven days to save money on investment games. The problem of food and clothing has not been solved. Who has the time to worry about that? It’s right to love games, but it’s not stupid.

He stared at the ceiling and was silent for two or three minutes: "I have to discuss it with Allen and Frank. You can take a look around first. They should be coming soon. There was a liquidated damages on the intention contract I signed with the Davidson Association last time, $50,000, that..."

The image of Blizzard in Han Xuan's impression was shattered at the moment when his words were expressed.
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