When Fang Zhe went out the next day, he and Yun Jue looked at Bawa sitting opposite. Fang Zhe always felt strange.
Yun Jue covered her mouth and snickered. Fang Zhe Wushen looked up. Yun Jue came closer and whispered: "I know? Who told you?"
"I won't tell you, because I'm afraid you'll be jealous." Fang Zhe said this, and Yun Jue snorted and turned to look out the window: "It's better than those cheap foreign women." Fang Zhe felt unconfident from her emotions.
, very unexpected.
Yun Jue's lack of confidence was not because of other reasons, but because she knew the truth about Wu Mingzhu's hospitalization last time. This made her very nervous, so she went to the hospital for a checkup, and everything was normal. However, the two of them had been together for so long, and they had followed the same rules several times.
As the days came, she missed the target one after another, which made her a little less confident.
Fang Zhe didn't speak, and Yun Jue looked back at him: "Don't bring out mixed-race children." Fang Zhe smiled awkwardly: "I thought you would say don't come back with all kinds of diseases."
Yun Jue chuckled: "Hollywood is a mess, but those stars pay more attention to it than you do. They check it regularly."
This attitude made Fang Zhe feel guilty, and subconsciously hugged her: "I will try my best to change it in the future."
After saying this, Fang Zhe felt a little regretful. After all, this is Hollywood, and transactions are not about relationships.
Naturally, there was something going on when I came to the fund today. An old Jewish man couldn't resist the temptation of US dollars. He sold 3% of Apple's stock to Yun Jue at a premium of 50% to Yun Jue.
The contract was signed in the name of Fang Zhe Fund. After Fang Zhe looked at the signing of the contract, he reached out to Zhao Jie behind him.
Zhao Jie opened the bag, and Fang Zhe took out the checkbook and signed and stamped it, completing the transaction.
"Including the scattered acquisitions by the fund, you now hold 7% of Apple's shares." After sending the old Jewish man away, Yun Jue came back and spoke with a smile. "Are you reminding me that we need consensus?"
"Of course, if there is a change in shareholders, you need to notify the board of directors. Now you have the right to request a board meeting."
With 7% of the shares in his hand, Fang Zhe couldn't help but feel a little complacent. How much money did he spend? Now Apple's market value is only a few billion, but in the future it will be over a trillion. If you keep it in your hands, it's yours.
Hold the gold mine.
After finishing this matter, Fang Zhe has almost spent the funds she got from Summit Pictures, mainly to make up for the fund money that Yun Jue spent before. After all, she is the major shareholder of the fund.
I stayed at the fund in the morning and watched Yun Jue command the people below to close a bunch of orders. The total value of the orders still on the market is only 30 million, which is already very safe. This investment, in fact,
The capital has been recovered, and the rest is profit. Fang Zhe took a bite of Yun Jue with satisfaction: "Well done, of the 30 million profit, 5% will be used as a bonus."
Before Yun Jue could mention him, he still felt a little uncomfortable, but it soon passed. After Fang Zhe left the fund, a fund's legal advisor knocked on the door and came in, holding an agreement in his hand and handing it to Yun Jue: "
Yun, sign so I can issue a bill."
What are you doing? Yun Jue took a look at the agreement in confusion. Fang Zhe voluntarily transferred 35% of his shares to Yun Jue in the share transfer agreement of Pinnacle Fund. It has already been signed. As long as Yun Jue signs it,
, even if the procedure is completed.
Yun Jue was stunned, then felt ashamed of the slight discomfort before, picked up the phone and said: "Sorry, wait a moment."
The lawyer stepped back with a smile: "No problem, I charge based on time."
"What are you doing?" After the call was connected, Yun Jue's voice sounded a little crying, and Fang Zhe clicked his tongue twice: "I knew you would be like this, so I left first. Sign it quickly, don't look back and regret it."
"Do you know how much these shares are worth?" Yun Jue's voice trembled when she spoke, and Fang Zhe said lightly: "If you feel it's too hot, hurry up and give me a baby, preferably a daughter. I like daughters."
"This is what you said." Yun Jue hung up the phone, quickly signed the agreement, and then said to the lawyer: "I will pay the fees."
The lawyer who picked up the contract smiled and said, "No problem, I will send the bill."
Lawyers are one of the blackest professions in the United States, comparable to Wall Street capitalists.
Of course Fang Zhe is very clear about the value of Peak Fund, but for him, money is really not as important as Yun Jue now.
This was not the result of an impulsive incident, but a premeditated move.
On the way to Must Die, a strange call came in. After answering, I heard a strange voice: "Hello, I'm Steve Jobs. I know about the old Jewish man. You now have 7% of the shares."
,can we talk?”
Fang Zhe was really surprised. The other party knew about this kind of thing so quickly? The efficiency was too scary.
"I have no problem, you name the place, Mr. Jobs." Fang Zhe finally emphasized the tone of his address.
"Sorry, Mr. Fang, I was too reckless just now." He was a very smart man. It's a pity that he died young. Steve Jobs is the soul of Apple. After Steve Jobs died, Apple became less spiritual.
The phone hung up, and a text message came in. Fang Zhe had to admire the efficiency of these capitalists in the United States. This was his private mobile phone number. There were less than ten people in the United States who knew this number. It only took a moment before he got it.
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According to the address, the car drove on the road for about half an hour before arriving at a community.
When he was about to make a call, a man stood on the roadside waving. He got out of the car and approached. Fang Zhe squinted and looked over.
Jobs was clean-shaven, which was a bit different from the beard in Fang Zhe's impression, probably because he was older at that time.
"Hello, Mr. Fang!" Jobs extended his hand. Fang Zhe was surprised as to why he chose such a place to talk.
"Hello, Mr. Jobs, don't you need to sit down and chat somewhere else?" Fang Zhe asked with a smile.
"No need, you and I are very busy, and my matter is very simple and can be explained clearly in one sentence. I need your right to vote."
I never expected this guy to be so direct. Fang Zhe knew some of his past experiences. It seemed that he was bitten by a snake once and was afraid of ropes for ten years. Of course, Fang Zhe would not let him succeed easily.
"Reason?" Fang Zhe asked calmly, and Jobs said confidently: "Only in my hands can Apple become great again."
Fang Zhe was really surprised when he heard him use the word "great". How confident does this person have to be?
It seems that Americans like to talk in such exaggerated ways, such as saying that they understand the king and vowing to make America great again.
Ahem, there is still a gap between the two. Wang is an excellent talk show actor, while Steve Jobs is a creative genius.
"You can't convince me like this, okay, you don't need to say anything." Fang Zhe interrupted Jobs and wanted to continue talking. He originally wanted to be a friend with him, but now it seems that he doesn't seem to value him that much.
, at least he didn't take it seriously. Fang Zhe couldn't bear it anymore, so he simply kept his voting rights. When asking for help, you have to act like you are asking for help.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Fang, don't you want to hear some of my ideas for the future of Apple?" Jobs probably realized that he seemed a little reckless, but that was it. The old Jewish man sold the stock and turned to call Jobs.
, telling him that he could no longer support him. It was not that he did not trust Jobs, but that someone had given him too much money and he had sold his stock.
The old man sold all the Peak Fund, so Jobs spent some time looking up Fang Zhe's phone number.
A Chinese-American, a rich man, well, Jobs had a stereotype about Chinese-Americans. He always felt that their money was related to power, which was not a normal process of wealth accumulation.
When he saw Fang Zhe, Jobs was a little surprised because he was so young.
"An operating system? Or do you want to be a player? Guess what I want to do?" Fang Zhe asked with a smile.
Jobs' expression changed drastically. What Fang Zhe said was almost Apple's trade secret. Fortunately, he didn't tell the details, otherwise Jobs would really suspect that there was a commercial spy in the company.
People in the community were walking around in a hurry, and the two of them stood on the roadside very abruptly. If it weren't for the stretched Cadillac, the police on the roadside would have come to inquire. After all, there was a Chinese.
"I live here, why don't you go to my house to talk? But there is no good wine at home, only good coffee." Jobs was shocked and quickly returned to normal. After shocking this jealous and confident guy, Fang Zhe pointed out with a smile.
Holding the Cadillac: "Let's get in the car and talk."
Jobs himself was also a rich man, but he didn't look like one. It was also his fault that he was too anxious and went out in a hurry. I had been wondering if the people on the board of directors caused some trouble again and Apple got better.
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"Okay." Jobs agreed simply, but a bodyguard behind him came over first and said: "Wait a moment, sir."
Jobs turned around and explained to him that he had called him, and the bodyguard backed away with confidence. The two got into the car, with Bova and Kim outside the car. They opened the refrigerator in the car and took out a bottle of 1990-year-old Lafite.
This is Wu Mingzhu's problem, this woman likes these frivolous things.
After pouring two glasses of wine, Fang Zhe handed one to the other person: "Back to the topic just now, what do you think I am thinking?"
"What I want to know more is, how did Mr. Fang know what Apple is doing?" Jobs took a sip and calmed down before speaking. Fang Zhe couldn't help laughing after hearing this: "I've seen your
TV interview, you don’t like Microsoft and feel that Microsoft’s products have no soul. So, it’s not difficult to guess, right? As for the player, you are a person who wants to take the initiative no matter what you do. You see, I
I just got the shares and haven’t had time to announce them yet.”
"Well, I still hope that you will give me your voting rights. This can reduce trouble. I think I have done a good job and I don't want shareholders to point fingers at me again."
"No, no, no, what you said is wrong." Fang Zhe drank the wine in his glass and shook his head with a smile. Jobs' expression suddenly changed.