39 million won 7.3% of Mercedes-Benz shares!

If this were to happen after the millennium, it would be almost unthinkable and absolutely impossible.

But now, David refuses very simply on the surface, but he is really moved in his heart. He is old and has reached his twilight years. If he were decades younger, he would be able to slap the table and tell Jeffrey to go away. At that time,

He was ambitious, but now he just wants to spend his old age safely. He is already 68 years old!

In other words, his constant scandals have made him physically and mentally exhausted.

"I know what you are thinking, Mr. David, but don't you think now is the best time for you to leave this place?" Jeffrey followed what Tang Dao taught him, paused, and said in a very aggressive way

Qiang looked at the other party with strong eyes, "If you don't retreat, I'm afraid not only Mercedes-Benz will hate you, but you won't even be able to save your retail empire."

It was as if his stubbornness had been seen through.

David sat on the chair all of a sudden, he breathed a sigh of relief, hesitated for a moment, "Let's raise it a little more."

"$42 million!"

"make a deal!"

Now David was no longer stubborn, and he knew that if he went to find the Asian next door at this time, he would not be able to swallow all his bones with his big mouth. After figuring out the price, he would wait for the contract to be signed later.

David was obviously very anxious. He asked someone to print out the contract without even taking a bite of food, and he couldn't wait to sign it.

"How long will it take to get the money, Prince Geoffrey."

"It will be in your account in three days." Jeffrey said.

This made David very satisfied. He believed that the meeting between the two parties was fruitful.

Since then, Mercedes-Benz shareholders have changed into human beings!

…

Tang Dao has been waiting closely for the news and looks very calm, but the cigarettes show that he is very agitated now.

Because he regards joining the Mercedes-Benz shareholder meeting as the first step to clear his name!

To put it bluntly, he is just a mouse now, a speculator who hides in the dark and occasionally steals some profits. Maybe to many people, he is a rich and successful person, but to some "white" people

, he can’t get on the stage.

What does Tang Dao need?

It’s connections and influence!

He knew that after the millennium, with the rise of the Internet, any secret privacy would no longer be a secret. What Tang Dao had to do was to enhance his power in certain industries during this period.

Sometimes, those tycoons sitting in their offices drinking coffee and deciding on business plans are even more sanctimonious.

Increase your influence and you will be a little wary when others want to deal with you in the future.

"Boss, Prince Jeffrey is back." Just at this moment, the little angel knocked on the door and came in, followed by the black guy. Maybe he was too excited, but with a smile on his face, he walked up to Tang Dao and sat down directly.

The person on the other side drank the cup of black tea in front of him very rudely.

Tang Dao raised his eyebrows, put down Erlang's legs, sat up straight, stuffed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, took a breath, and spit it into the trash can, and then spoke, but his voice was a little hoarse, "How is it? My buddy

.”

“We’ve negotiated $42 million!”

"Excellent!" Tang Dao nodded with a smile, reached out and took an unnamed savings card from the little angel, placed it on the table, and handed it over, "This is your reward."

But who knew that Jeffrey just looked at it and leaned back, with a stiff smile on his face, "Sir, this... I'm afraid it's not enough. I only spent 42 million US dollars to acquire the shares of Mercedes-Benz. Is this right?"

Is it just worth 2 million?”

"You want to increase the price?" Tang Dao asked with a half-smile.

This smile made Jeffrey's heart skip a beat. He glanced at Little Angel and others. These big and thick bodyguards looked scary, but they probably wouldn't do anything to him. He swallowed his saliva.

Rubbing his hands together, "I just think this is the value I deserve."

Tang Dao actually nodded, "That's right, okay." Then he wrote another check and pressed it on the debit card. Jeffrey couldn't wait to reach out to get it. As soon as he touched it, Tang Dao held him down.

"What's the matter, sir?"

"It's better to sign a transfer contract." Tang Dao said.

Jeffrey had no choice but to take back his hand angrily. When the transfer contract came up, he signed it directly without even looking at it. He even pressed his fingers on it and then watched helplessly. Tang Dao waved his hand and said gently, "Be careful on the road.

, do you need me to send someone to take you back?"

"No, no, no need." Jeffrey waved his hand, put away the check and debit card, chatted for a few more words, and left.

He is still very smart. Looking at Tang Dao's expression, if he stays for one more minute, he will feel uncomfortable all over.

Tang Dao looked at the opponent's almost "fleeing" look, crossed his fingers and moved them rhythmically, looked at the teacup in front of him and the rising wine glass, as if saying to himself, "Prince Jeffrey brought

With $4 million, Las Vegas is not safe."

The little angel seemed to understand something and nodded, "Understood, I will protect him and get home safely." He ordered two employees and followed Jeffrey.

Of course Tang Dao would not do anything to kill people and silence them.

That's too small a scheme, and the death of a person is considered a big deal in a developed country like Yingjiang. He's already under the FBI's radar, so he doesn't dare to cause trouble.

However, this Las Vegas is terrible.

The crime rate is also ranked high in the United States, although it is not as good as Los Angeles, which is the highest. But please don't forget that there is a nickname here: "The Mafia Capital!"

In a city like this, it's normal for someone to be robbed.

…

Jeffrey also felt guilty. Tang Dao's expression really made him feel something was wrong. He was still wondering if the price of 4 million was too high, but only he knew how excited he was when he got the money.

, as soon as I left the Bellagio, I couldn't wait to get into a taxi, "Go to Monas Street, thank you."

The taxi driver with the baseball bat glanced at Jeffrey through the reflector, then released the handbrake, shifted gears, and drove off.

The car drove quite smoothly, but the more it drove, the more Jeffrey felt something was wrong.

The environment outside is becoming more and more remote.

"Stop!" Jeffrey suddenly shouted, and the brakes came to a sudden stop. The inertia almost made him rush forward. After reaching out to hold his hand, he felt something was wrong and wanted to open the door, but as soon as his hand touched it,

There was a gun pressed against this temple!

"Don't... don't shoot!"

The driver didn't turn his head, but said in a deep voice, "Take out the money."

robbery?!

Jeffrey hesitated and moved his buttocks. He put the debit card and check in his trouser pocket, but this action caught the driver's eyes. Without saying anything, he slapped the driver in the face.

Go ahead, the beating made Jeffrey dizzy, and then he felt someone touched his butt a few times, and then the money was taken away.

"This..." Jeffrey wanted to speak, but after glancing at the opponent's pistol with his peripheral vision, he shut his mouth. He was very reluctant to part with it, but life was more important than his life. After looking at the check, the driver stuffed it in

Pocket, this is not over yet, staring at each other, the former felt a chill starting from his tail bone, and said hurriedly, "Don't kill me!"

But before he finished speaking, he saw the other party raising his hand and hitting him on the neck. His vision went dark and he was knocked unconscious.

The driver glanced at him, wiped the fingerprints off the pistol, put it in Jeffrey's hand, got out of the car and made a phone call: "Hey, I want to call the police, someone has a weapon!"
Chapter completed!