If you can make money, go to hell with the funeral. Bai Hao didn't want to hear it anymore.
Jiang Shiyuan actually has a lot that she hasn’t said yet.
For example, the paper castle that was burned during the funeral was planned to be rebuilt by the film company as it was. They simply said that it was burned and reappeared in the world of the undead, and then turned the town into a place with undead colors.
A brand new tourist town.
There are some things that cannot be said. Jiang Shiyuan heard more things. There were even more extreme things.
For example, someone in the town complained that old Solace didn't die a month early so that a miracle would happen in their town on Halloween.
Don't think that the people of the beautiful country are just that, no matter how noble they are. Not many people came to old Solace's funeral.
However, Bai Hao didn't know how many people actually came for the funeral. On the night of the funeral, the town was brightly lit.
Then, one after another, small commuter planes took the passengers over from the large airport. The engines of the small planes almost never stopped because one after another was needed to take the passengers from here to the airport.
At night, the funeral is a black theme with costume coloring.
A senior reporter wrote in the report that this was a red carpet show with a black theme, and people who came were more concerned about the flash than Mr. Solace lying in the freezer.
If this funeral was not hosted by Mr. Bai Hao, it is indeed unknown how many people would come to the funeral of this Hua Street villain.
Even Solace's ex-wife refused to appear because the inheritance she received was too small.
To use a harsh way of describing it, it's not even as much as the tip you give to a topless waiter in Vegas.
Bai Hao, wearing a black turtleneck and a small white flower, always treated every guest with a smile. Tonight, the one who stood out the most was Jeff.
Grandson-in-law of old Solace.
Handsome is no longer enough to describe Jeff. Jeff, who has been practicing in the mountains of Xia Kingdom for a long time, has been commented by the media of Beautiful Country as the mortal closest to the top of Olympus.
In the Xia dialect, this is already half-immortal.
The most shocking thing is a song played by the band when the coffin of old Soares was buried.
A reporter inquired and learned that this was a piece of music played by Bai Hao himself on guitar, then professional musicians perfected it, and finally the orchestra performed it.
The name is: Movement of the Dead - Preface.
Late at night, when the funeral was over, Bai Hao did not stop in this town full of undead atmosphere. This was because a large number of tourists would start a large-scale undead activity.
All tourists believe that this town is the entrance to the world of the dead.
There is even an old house filled with the atmosphere of the undead. After it was renovated, a plaque from the Xia Kingdom was hung, saying: The capital of the underworld is OK! It is exclusively responsible for exchanging the currency of the undead.
Bai Hao left overnight, he didn't like that kind of atmosphere.
The next day, in a luxury hotel in the nearest big city, Bai Hao was wearing a bathrobe and sitting in the dining room of the suite, preparing to have breakfast.
Before having breakfast, read the day's newspapers. There is a local entertainment tabloid, which is very popular.
The entire page is filled with information about Old Solace's funeral, but not a single sentence is related to Old Solace.
Most of them are translucent long skirts, or high heels that are more than ten centimeters high, or super deep V, or super career lines, etc. They are all black.
That's right, Old Solace's funeral turned into a red carpet show. When breakfast was served, Jeff and Gwen Reese came over together.
"You haven't gotten over the sadness yet, don't you need a little more rest?" "Sadness?" Gwen Reese used a rhetorical question.
Bai Hao smiled and made a gesture to please sit down: "There is a saying that the person who cries the most at the funeral of a big shot in a big family is always the one who lost his wallet."
Jeff sat down and was about to speak. Bai Hao immediately stretched out his hand: "Jeff, please remain silent, at least during breakfast today."
Time." Jeff was stunned for a moment, nodded slightly, and accepted Bai Hao's suggestion.
Bai Hao probably guessed what Jeff was going to say.
In fact, Jeff is really otherworldly in his realm, but this is the secular world, so it's better to be practical.
Bai Hao said: "Gwen Reese, I officially recommend you to Francis. I hope you can become his economic advisor and the most important person in his support team when he races. I have a plan that is still being prepared.
Let Francis create the glory of two white-house residences for this beautiful country."
"But, all this comes at a price. I have always believed in a theory that everything in this world is exchanged with equal value, so the brilliance created by Francis is an overdraft of his next term, and even the next White House.
At the same time, if this glory we created encounters a global super economic crisis, the losses will be even greater."
Gwyneth asked the first and most critical question: "From another perspective, at my current age, when Francis leaves the White House, will my future career have reached its peak, or will there be huge changes?
Where is the bottleneck?"
Yes, this is indeed the most realistic question. Bai Hao shook his head: "Not necessarily."
"How to solve it?"
"We will eat the glorious dividends, find someone to take the blame, and then we will appear as the savior after the collapse." Gwen Reese asked the second key question at this time: "So, what do you want, or what do you want?
What's the request?"
Bai Hao replied: "With my Xiaoshulin Fund on Huada Street, within this year, I will attract no less than one trillion U.S. dollars of trust investment, and then use the most common leverage to leverage entities with no less than three trillion U.S. dollars.
Industrial assets. Next year, I will double this amount. We will control the problem of no less than three trillion U.S. dollars, and then invest it in the markets and industries I want."
Gwen Reese put his hands on the table and covered his face. Old Solace was playing speculation. What was Bai Hao playing?
In terms of realm, Old Solace was already far behind. Bai Hao tied himself to the core position of the beautiful country and tied himself to the future owner of the white house.
Gwen Reese was silently calculating the success rate of Bai Hao's request.
Bai Hao then met Jeff and said: "Jeff, we are friends, but work is work. Gwen Reese has chosen the direction of her life, then we are work collaborators. Everything goes well, everyone eats and drinks well,
If something goes wrong and she can't handle it, she will be crushed."
Jeff smiled lightly and said nothing. Bai Hao nodded.
There are certain things he must say about the relationship at work, so they will definitely take advantage of each other. Jeff smiled lightly, which was easy to interpret.