After much trouble, at 3:20 in the afternoon, Gray Lint finally walked out of the police station.
"We haven't had lunch yet," he whispered to himself.
There wasn't much food to eat in the morning, and Gray Linte had another fight with Quinn. Although he didn't exercise much, the food seemed to be digested extremely quickly under the intense emotional ups and downs.
Therefore, Gray Linte was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.
"Forget it, let's go home and eat."
It's not to save money, it's just that many restaurants don't provide service during non-meal times, so Glalint doesn't want to ask them one by one like a fool.
And to be honest, the chef hired by Gray Lint is quite qualified. The daily food he prepares exceeds the exquisite-looking food in many restaurants on the street.
————————————————————
After swallowing the last mouthful of beef bone and vegetable soup, Gray Linte burped with satisfaction, and then subconsciously looked around - for a noble, this was quite an inelegant behavior.
There was no one else around him, not even the valet looking at his master all the time.
When the master is resting at home, the valet is usually resting too.
A summons bell will be set up in the master's room to ensure that he can call the servants at any time and enjoy services.
"I want to sleep when I'm full..."
Gray Lint didn't even want to deal with the unstable factor - the Extraordinary Characteristics of the Scammer, nor did he want to reflect on and sort out the process of the morning's battle... He just wanted to have a good sleep!
"Dong, dong, dong..." There was a knock on the restaurant door.
"Mr. Mariano, are you finished with your meal?"
"Your Excellency Anthony is waiting for you in the drawing room with Sylvie Heisenberg and the lawyers from both parties."
"Do you have time to see them?"
Anthony is senior and capable, but he is not directly responsible to Gray Lint, so he has strong personal decision-making ability and is somewhat domineering.
It was originally inappropriate to just show up like this without informing him in advance, but he didn't take it seriously.
Gray Lint didn't care about this, because the other party could help him earn ten thousand pounds a year!
For Qiao San's sake...
…
Forget it, I'd better not sleep, otherwise I'll be too energetic and unable to sleep at night.
Gray Lint breathed out and said, "Just ask them to wait a moment, I'll be there right away."
"Okay, sir."
…
The real Sylvie Heisenberg was a thin man who was obviously shorter than Graylingt.
Based on his own height of slightly less than 180 centimeters, Gray Linte estimated that the opponent was about 1.7 meters tall.
He was wearing a formal suit that was slightly white from being starched many times. He was holding a pipe in his left hand and looked to be in his forties.
His complexion is dark yellow, his facial features are simple, and his hands are covered with calluses.
When Graylint came to the door, they were arguing about something.
Excited, the simple gentleman stood up and tapped his pipe on the table, feeling quite dissatisfied.
"This is impossible. If you are serious about what you say, then we don't need to talk anymore!"
"Mr. Heisenberg, is there anything rude about my servant?"
Gray Linte spoke up at the right time to prevent the quarrel from escalating further.
This simple gentleman suddenly saw a young man arriving, and quickly guessed that he was the owner of this villa, the legendary youngest Viscount of Backlund—Graylinte Mariano.
"No, there is no such thing, Your Excellency Viscount." He looked a little embarrassed, as if he was caught on the spot by the person involved when he was talking about others behind their backs.
"He is your agent, Anthony. His conditions are too harsh and I will never accept them."
"Oh? Is that so? So, what step have you already talked about? Gentlemen."
Gray Linte asked aloud, and at the same time walked into the reception room, saw Anthony on the right, and nodded to him and said hello.
"I think that's quite reasonable, Mr. Heisenberg."
"Six thousand pounds, fifty-one per cent."
Anthony emphasized again and told Gray Linte the offer.
hehe……
Hearing this set of quotations that were exactly the same as those in the morning, Gray Linte secretly laughed in his heart.
Of course, he knew that this was a condition that Sylvie could not accept at all.
If he is allowed to hold more than 50 shares now to achieve controlling control, after the subsequent product development is successful, he can increase his asset investment and directly establish a company.
In that case, Sylvie will have no chance to resist at all, and will be eaten to death by him, and it is not impossible to even be kicked out directly.
The opposite is not the case. Even if Sylvie can hold more than 50 shares now, when he actually establishes a company and builds a production line later, he will have to introduce third-party assets due to lack of funds to achieve a relative balance.
"Do you think so too, Your Majesty the Viscount? If this is indeed the case, then we don't have to waste each other's time."
Sylvie looked stiff and pretended to leave.
In fact, Gray Linte didn't really have much desire to invest, but he suddenly had an idea. Then he asked abruptly: "I would like to ask, what is your belief?"
Sylvie didn't know why, and even Anthony was very confused and couldn't understand why he asked this.
Is it possible that you want to give preferential treatment for the sake of your faith?
"God of steam and machinery, Your Excellency." Sylvie sincerely drew a triangle on his chest.
Graylingt was noncommittal.
No longer talking in depth, he just deliberately showed a somewhat cold tone: "Unfortunately, my belief is the goddess of the night."
"What's your psychological price point? Mr. Heisenberg."
"Forty-five percent, the most I can accept is this much investment in shares. This is my bottom line."
"As for the price, I think four thousand pounds is pretty reasonable for each other!"
This has achieved the results Anthony expected, but he thinks it can be lowered further! Or some additional conditions can be imposed.
"If control cannot be achieved, then I think the returns and risks of this investment are not well matched. Mr. Heisenberg."
"What do you think, Graylingt?"
I think it's already very appropriate. You can't go too far...
"Indeed." Graylint agreed.
Sylvie's face turned a little more ugly, but she still wasn't in a hurry to tell her bottom line.
His bottom line was four thousand pounds, a 49% shareholding.
But he just suddenly understood that in fact, the other party did not pay much attention to these few percent of shares, but hoped for either high risk and high return, or lower return and ultra-low risk.
"Or I can receive investment according to the research progress." He tried to ask.
Anthony immediately made the decision: "Deal!"
This kind of investment cannot be said to be completely risk-free for Greenling, but it is indeed quite low.
If the one-time investment fails, it will be equivalent to four thousand pounds wasted directly.
In this way, investment funds are given according to progress, which means that the product will either fail to be developed and he will lose the previous progress payment; or the product will be successfully developed and he will make a lot of money.
For Sylvie, it is easy to say that the research and development is successful. If it fails, he will gain nothing and waste time.
An agreement was reached and the two parties signed an investment agreement on this condition and added many details.
Gray Lint looked through the investment agreement jointly drafted by the lawyers of both parties with great interest, but did not find any loopholes.
The mature business investment agreement was originally developed from the church of the Eternal Sun, who is also the God of Contract and the guardian of business.
If he, a Sequence Nine lawyer, could find loopholes, there would be no need for others to mess around.
Of course, Graylint still proposed many areas for improvement regarding the additional conditions imposed by both parties.
This caused the two solicitors to have some self-doubt about their professional abilities.