Wall Street.

In a luxurious office.

Downey, wearing a Tang suit, was closing the computer.

"Boss, he seems to have refused."

Behind Donnie, a girl in professional attire spoke up.

"It's just a temporary rejection."

Danny spoke noncommittally, with a confident smile on his face.

In his mind, he already had a sure chance of victory.

After all, as he said, Gao Quan had no better choice.

Therefore, even if his price does not reach Gao Quan's ideal price, Gao Quan can only accept it.

This world has always been about the weak obeying the strong.

There is no doubt that he is the strong one now.

Gao Quan is the weak one.

If Gao Quan didn't accept his offer, he would be dead.

If you accept it, you might still have a chance of survival.

Of course, it's just a glimmer of hope.

Not too much.

Their quotation was accurately calculated.

Gao Quan can see a glimmer of hope at this price.

Of course they will not let Gao Quan completely despair. In that case, they will have no chance at all.

But in the end, there is a high probability that Gao Quan's hope will be dashed.

But so what?

As long as they get what they want, isn't it good?

"Over there at DAW Group..." The secretary hesitated, a little worried.

After all, the board of directors is quite optimistic about this legal person stock.

Once it fails, it will not be easy for the board of directors to explain.

"Won't."

Downey stretched out a finger, shook it slightly, and said in a calm voice, "You have to know, life at DAW Group is not easy."

If DAW Group has the ability to offer higher prices, the price they quoted is not this.

Their quotations are based on the most accurate calculations, taking into account all possible changing factors.

Downey is extremely confident in his think tank.

That is definitely one of the most calculating people in the world.

"Should we consider adding more?" The secretary asked aloud: "If we add another 30 million meters of gold, the chance of Mr. Gao agreeing will be better."

Bellin Capital is not short of money. After all, they are located on Wall Street and can be said to be buying and selling the world's wealth.

As long as they want, they can mobilize this wealth and use it.

Thirty million meters of gold.

For ordinary people, it is a wealth that is difficult to achieve in a lifetime.

And for a behemoth like Beilin Capital...it's about the same as a hundred dollars in the hands of ordinary people.

If you spend an extra hundred yuan, you can make what you want to achieve more possible.

Most people would choose flowers, right?

"No, no, no, Jenny, Jenny!"

Downey's voice suddenly became high-pitched: "I think you need to understand a truth."

"Although we are not short of money, you must understand one truth."

"Everything has a precise value."

"We must not waste a single gold coin."

"Because that's a shameful waste!"

While talking, Downey took out a bottle of brandy from the small refrigerator next to him.

"I think we can celebrate."

"As long as we win the legal person shares of Hongka Heavy Equipment, we will become the largest shareholder of Hongka Heavy Equipment."

"At that time, we can reorganize the entire Chinese engine market and formulate rules!"

"At that time, we can use the power of capital to completely change them."

The market order has always been formulated by the strong and followed by the weak.

There is no doubt that Beilin Capital is an absolute powerhouse.

As long as they want to, they can intervene in many, many things in the world.

And, change them.

For example...this time.

Their goal is not to enter the Chinese market and change this market.

"We need to teach these Chinese people how to use the power of capital."

Downey drank the brandy in his hand, and then ordered to the secretary next to him:

"Have someone prepare the tickets."

"We are going to China to sign a contract."

"And it's going to be a while."

…

"By the way, how on earth did you do it?"

In the large room, Su Zilin looked at the man in front of her and couldn't help but feel speechless.

She suddenly discovered that Lin Chu seemed to have a special ability.

It's that special ability to match all the clothes into street stall goods.

It was obvious that every piece of clothing Lin Chu wore was high-end privately customized.

But after matching Lin Chuyi, he inexplicably turned into a street stall.

Those who have tried it on know what this guy is wearing, but those who don’t know what he is wearing probably just think it is a piece of streetwear.

This kind of ability... is really disappointing.

"Is it as bad as you say?"

Lin Chu looked in the mirror and turned twice: "I feel pretty good."

He felt that he was much more energetic than usual.

"...You may feel good about yourself."

Su Zilin patted her forehead. She shouldn't have any hopes for Lin Chu's clothes.

She is so stupid.

real.

"Wouldn't it be much better if you turn the collar of your clothes inside out?"

Su Zilin took a deep breath, walked up to Lin Chu, reached out and pulled out Lin Chu's shirt collar.

Is it necessary... Lin Chu looked at Su Zilin's careful look and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

He has no interest in Su Zilin's best friend, so does he need to dress up seriously?

If Su Zilin knew what Lin Chu was thinking, she would answer with absolute certainty.

Is necessary.

And it is not generally necessary, it is extremely necessary.

"If I dress so handsomely, you won't be afraid of me going out to attract bees and butterflies."

Lin Chu looked in the mirror and found that he was indeed very energetic.

The saying that a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle can be said to be very true.
To be continued...