"Charlie, the results are out." Du Tanlong said with a dark face.

"How much?" Looking at his face, Li Zitao thought the result was unsatisfactory.

"Only, beautiful swords, haha." After saying this, Du Tanlong couldn't help but burst into laughter.

In other words, their gross profit today is 56,000 US dollars, and the corresponding expenses are at least 50,000 US dollars.

With a monthly profit of 1.5 million, he didn't make more than robbing a bank.

"You can't think so. After all, it's just a few days before the opening. After the craze passes, the daily sales will definitely drop."

After calming down, Li Zitao and Du Tanlong discussed the subsequent development.

Hualian's first step is very good and stable. As long as it maintains its advantages in quality, price, and management, I believe it will soon return to Messi's peak.

It won't be long before he will surpass Messi and become a person that all retail industries look up to.

"I don't know if Walton's store has opened, or if Wal-Mart will appear again." Li Zitao thought with some curiosity.

As for the storm caused by his butterfly, Li Zitao doesn't care at all, BMW has become an American model.

S.H.I.E.L.D., which protects peace, is already working as a bodyguard, so what else is there to care about?

…

…

After leaving the company's affairs to Du Tanlong, Li Zitao went to Skunk again and found that Mitchell had become involved with the R&D team, so he left with peace of mind.

At home in Chicago, Li Zitao, who had just returned, received the news that his fiancée was leaving. They were going to Paris to discuss cooperation with Dior.

"Use my plane." Li Zitao dialed his black card customer service line and asked someone to prepare for takeoff.

"By the way, dear, can you lend me your Beverly Manor?" Adelaide asked before going out.

"Of course, I can do it anytime." Although he couldn't figure out what she wanted to do, Li Zitao happily agreed.

"Thank you, you are so kind." After giving him a sweet kiss, she got into the car with her maid and left.

"What has Madam been busy with recently?" Li Zitao asked Hogg while sitting in the living room and having six dogs brought over.

"My wife spends most of her time on the phone, and there are also some emails, all of which are design manuscripts, sent to Hollywood and Paris."

"Does she communicate frequently with Jiabao?" Li Zitao rubbed his pet dog's head and thought to himself that this was to show his magnanimity and live in harmony?

"Yes, the atmosphere of communication between Madam and Miss Garbo was very pleasant." Hogg could hear Madam's cheerful laughter every time he spoke to Garbo on the phone.

"Well, it's okay." Li Zitao grabbed the dog leash and took his pet dog out for a walk.

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency." The neighbor I met by chance smiled and bowed.

"You too." Li Zitao smiled and nodded.

Although there were many people greeting him on the road, no one thought, or should I say, no one dared to approach him.

The six Brazilian Files that looked as majestic as lions stopped everyone who wanted to step forward.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency." Li Zitao, who was leisurely working as a wealthy dog ​​owner, suddenly heard a call and looked back.

The man with white dome hat, slovenly appearance and eyes was stopped by the bodyguard behind him.

"Let him come over." Seeing what the other party wanted to say, Li Zitao asked someone to let him over.

"Sir, they are so cute." Livermore said against his will, the expression on his face almost froze.

The six-headed Feile is as strong as a lion, but it has nothing to do with cuteness.

"What's the matter?" Li Zitao handed the dog leash to the bodyguard and asked him to leave with his dog. Li Zitao motioned for the other person to come forward and continue walking along the coast.

"Sir, my name is Jesse Livermore, and I want to join your think tank." Livermore's tone was firm, as if he was sure he would succeed.

"Why do I need you?" Li Zitao glanced at the other party playfully, thinking, 'How big does this have to be before you dare to say that?'

"Sir, I made a profit of US$160 million during the Great Depression." Livermore stopped and looked straight at Li Zitao.

"The King of Speculation." Li Zitao was indeed a little surprised.

He had heard about it, the known king of Wall Street speculation, the idol worshiped by stock traders, the bastard hated by bankrupts.

Looking at the other person's wrinkled suit and his hangover-like appearance, Li Zitao smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Livermore, but I'm not interested in stocks."

It seems that since the Great Recession, he has rarely touched stocks, and think tanks have only marked a few stocks that interest him.

Occasionally, I will operate some stocks that look promising, and I will sell them promptly when there is a slight profit, and never go too deep.

Compared to the stock market, what he values ​​​​more is the development of industry and the hundreds of billions of dollars in war wealth in the future.

"Sir, if you can use the data analysis of the think tank, I am sure that I can earn hundreds of millions of dollars in profits for you in the stock market. Our cooperation will be perfect."

Li Zitao understood that what the other party really valued was the think tank's sophisticated data analysis, and he wanted to use this data to make profitable operations.

"Sorry, I don't think I can help you." Li Zitao really doesn't intend to touch the stock market.

Any business under his name can make hundreds of millions of dollars in profits, which is really unattractive to him.

Not to mention anything else, Las Vegas, including the one year needed for construction and the remaining two years of tax holidays, is expected to generate about US$400 million for him.

100 million, this goal is too small and a bit disdainful.

"Your Excellency" Livermore wanted to say something more, but he seemed very unwilling to do so.

"Sorry, I have to start exercising." Li Zitao said, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt, moving his hands and feet and jogging forward.

Seeing Li Zitao's rude behavior, Livermore's face sank. After staying there for a while, he returned to the car on the side of the road.

"What did he say?" Seeing him coming back, the woman in the car asked.

"He refused." Livermore said unwillingly.

"I knew it would be like this." The woman said with an expression that I had already guessed.

"It doesn't matter, I can still make it myself, just like before." Livermore said in a disdainful tone: "The Chinese are too timid. Even if the cake is put to his mouth, he is still hesitant. I bet

He doesn’t understand the charm of stocks at all.”

"But he's rich," the woman responded.

"Me too, I have a billion dollars." Livermore shouted with some embarrassment.

"Yes, only half is left now." The woman's words were still mean, as if she was deliberately going against him.

"God, if you can shut up this woman forever, I will always believe in you." Livermore said in his heart.

His bad marriage and family life made him exhausted mentally and physically. He had to devote a lot of energy and time to deal with these every day, making it impossible for him to calm down and think.

Because of this, his operations in the stock market have become increasingly eager for quick success.

Continuous mistakes cost him nearly $500 million, an astronomical figure in that era.

That's why he wanted to rely on the think tank's sophisticated analysis and judgment, but unfortunately he was mercilessly rejected by Li Zitao.

"One day, you will regret it." Livermore clenched his fists and said secretly in his heart.
Chapter completed!