At the end of the banquet, the guests left one after another.
Hill got into the carriage. A pale golden luminous pearl shone softly in the carriage. She looked at the middle-aged man sitting opposite her and said, "Raise the price of Black Horse by 30%."
The man looked at Hill and said, "Miss, the negotiations between Black Horse and Celt are almost over. I'm afraid they won't be able to accept such a sudden increase."
"As long as the contract hasn't been signed, any changes are normal business behavior. If they can't accept it, that's their business." The corners of Hill's mouth rose slightly. "Besides, they will accept the offer."
The man hesitated. "But … Miss, Black Horse has brought rich returns to the bank over the years. It's a high-quality asset. If you suddenly sell it, there will be some doubts from the consortium. Are you sure you don't want to reconsider?"
"Those old guys don't even have the right to vote. If they want to question it, let them. Do you want me to explain it to them?" Hill smiled and lifted a corner of the carriage curtain to look at the passing street outside. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he said, "It looks like a promising future, but who knows that it will soon become a sunset industry. If we don't get rid of it now, we won't be able to get rid of it later."
The man opened his mouth, but swallowed his questions when he looked at Hill's profile. He nodded and said, "Yes." Then he opened the folder and wrote two lines.
As Hill had said, Hill had 100% of the voting rights of the Buffett Consortium. She didn't need to explain any of her decisions to anyone, and no one could interfere, including Old Buffett.
No one could understand why Ian would hand over such a massive amount of power to Hill without any restrictions. However, Buffett continued to grow at a rapid pace during the three years that Hill had been in charge of it, and all of the voices of doubt had disappeared.
No one could surpass him in terms of foresight, strong execution ability, and accurate grasp of the wind.
"I won't accept 50 million, but I'll take 50 million more from you. Then I'll dig a hole and bury you more thoroughly." The corner of Hill's mouth curled up into a sneer. He reached out and took a financial report from the bookshelf at the side. The carriage was moving so fast that it didn't shake at all.
…
"Damn b * tch. I'm going to deal with all of you sooner or later. Let's see if you still dare to talk to me like this when I have complete control over Chaos City's logistics system!" In a magnificent room, Bart flipped over a cabinet that was filled with all kinds of exquisite collectibles.
Porcelain and jade objects fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
The servants stood trembling in the corner, not daring to speak.
Bart smashed a few more things before his anger subsided a little.
"Old … Old master! Bad news! " At this time, a figure dressed like an accountant hurried in. Seeing the things on the ground, his expression changed slightly, but he still walked forward quickly.
"What's wrong?" Bart frowned. He had a bad premonition and raised his hand to signal the servants to leave.
The accountant said anxiously, "Just now, the Black Horse team suddenly raised their offer by 30%, and their tone was very tough. They only gave us one day to consider, and they want all the transactions in cash. There is no room for negotiation."
"What?!" Bart's expression also changed. His thick eyebrows stood up, and he said angrily, "Didn't we have an agreement before? Why did they suddenly change their mind? "
The man shook his head with a sullen expression. "This … I don't know. The acquisition team is in a complete mess now. I don't know what to do. Old master, do you think we should continue with the acquisition?"
Bart was silent for a while with a gloomy expression. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Sign!"
The man hesitated. "But … Master, we're a little tight on cash right now. During this time, we've been constantly expanding and purchasing. One hundred and fifty million copper coins are already a little difficult. If we add another fifty million, I'm afraid we can only borrow from Buffett Banks."
The veins on Bart's forehead throbbed. He was also clear about the cash flow problem. Celt's expansion speed was too fast. Although it looked fierce, the cash flow in their hands was actually very tight. He had met Christy this time to take advantage of her, and in fact had the intention of formally contacting Buffett Banks. But he hadn't expected that the Hill would directly cut off all opportunities for cooperation.
"I will take care of the money problem. Bly has to be bought. This is the most important part of Celt's expansion. After buying Bart, Celt will have no opponents in Chaos City. Tell them to finalize the contract as soon as possible. I will bring the remaining 50 million before tomorrow night," Bart said in a low voice.
"Yes, I will go right away." The man hurried off again.
"Bastard!" Bart kicked over the big vase next to him and strode out of the door.
…
"Amy, can you go play with Jessica tomorrow? Father has to go out to gather materials for a day. Because the journey is a little long and dangerous, I can't bring Amy along, "Meg said with a smile as he stood beside the bed and looked at Amy, who was lying on the little bed.
"Mm-hmm ~" Amy shook her head and sat up. She looked at Meg with a serious expression, and said, "Father, if there is any danger, you must bring Amy along! Little Mi just learned a super powerful spell from Master Urien. As long as you take me with you, I'll be able to protect Father. "
"Also, I only have one day off a week. I want to be with Father," Amy said coquettishly as she pouted her little mouth and blinked her big blue eyes at Meg.
Meg felt as if his heart was about to melt. He didn't know what to say when he saw Amy's pitiful look.
Meg thought for a while, and decided to change his plan. He stroked Amy's head with a smile, and said, "Alright, I will bring you along. When we come back, Father will make roast duck for you."
Amy turned to look at Ugly Duckling, who was sleeping soundly while hugging her leg, and said hesitantly, "Erm … Father, Ugly Duckling is still young. Why don't we … do it later …"
"Alright, let's find other ducks." Meg looked at Ugly Duckling pitifully, and nodded with a smile.
…
The late autumn night was cold and lonely.
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