Sun Min froze. Apart from Chen Zhao, she didn't see anyone else with an Asian face.
"I'll introduce you to him. Maybe your company will have a chance to work with him in the future."
Connections weren't always useful if you needed them immediately.
Some connections might not be useful for years or decades.
But when you needed them, you wouldn't be able to find them.
Connections needed to be maintained and strengthened frequently.
Sun Min did a good job in this aspect.
She was also happy to meet more people and expand her network.
Professional managers could earn hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars a year.
They didn't know whether it was because of their ability or because they had connections.
Even for the top few billionaires on Forbes, these professional managers also had the means to pass on a message.
However, when Risfar brought Sun Min over to Chen Zhao,
Sun Min panicked.
It can't be him, right?
It can't be him, right?
Impossible, this was absolutely impossible.
He's just a gigolo who lives off a woman.
"Hi, Chen." Risfar went up to greet them. "Hi, Miss Amira."
"Let me introduce you. This is Sun.
Miss Min, Chen, she's actually your compatriot. She's also from China. Miss Sun, this is Chen.
Zhao, this is Amira, the manager of Citibank's Los Angeles branch. "
Chen Zhao's expression froze. Sun Min immediately went up. "Hi, nice to meet you."
No matter how chaotic Sun Min's heart was, she looked calm on the surface.
She treated it as her first meeting with Chen Zhao.
"Hi." Chen Zhao played along and pretended not to know Sun Min.
Amira shook hands with Sun Min too.
"Chen, Amira, what are you talking about?"
"I want to buy some shares from Chen," Amira said, clenching her teeth. "But he's not interested at all."
She really had high hopes for Chen Zhao's Dashan Beer shares.
But she'd bought it from the bank before. It didn't belong to her.
Now, she wanted to buy some of Chen Zhao's shares in private.
She didn't need a lot. Just three percent would be enough.
But Chen Zhao was still unwilling.
"Amira, what's your price?"
"One hundred million for one percent," Amira said. "Twice the market price."
Her price wasn't low. In fact, it was quite risky.
Sun Min's mind went blank.
What shares did Chen Zhao have?
100 million USD for 1% of the shares?
Did that mean that Chen Zhao had at least a hundred million dollars?
How was this possible? He had only been abroad for a few years.
How could he be so wealthy?
"What do I need so much cash for?" Chen Zhao rolled his eyes.
He now has more than a billion dollars in his bank account.
He finally understood the pain of a capitalist who had no capital and didn't know how to invest it.
This was the money Citibank used to buy his shares.
Moreover, it was because he had to pay in installments. Otherwise, he would have more cash.
"Didn't you order a super yacht from Seagate Yachts? I remember your budget is 320 million USD, right? "
Sun Min was dumbfounded by Amelia's words.
Was Chen Zhao really that rich?
A yacht costs 320 million USD?
Then where was his real net worth?
Sun Min couldn't imagine it, let alone believe it.
"Is Seagate so bad at protecting their customers' information?" Chen Zhao frowned.
Not everyone liked their information to be known by others.
"You can't blame Seagate," Amelia said. "I also have a small number of shares. I also have a representative on the board."
"Fine," Chen Zhao said. "But I won't sell my shares. I still want to invest."
"Chen," Risfar said. "Dell and I plan to open two more hotel chains. Are you interested in joining us?"
"Forget it. If you or Dell need cash flow, tell me. I'll lend you money. It's definitely lower than the bank's interest."
"Hey, Chen," Amelia complained. "You're stealing my business right in front of me. That's not good."
"I already regret selling the 20% shares to your bank. Now I understand what it means to have too much money but no place to spend it."
Sun Min couldn't interrupt at all.
The conversation between the three of them and her was in a completely different dimension.
At least, she couldn't understand Chen Zhao's words.
What did it feel like to have too much money but no place to spend it feel like?
Whether it was Chen Zhao, Amira, or Risfar, they were all the same.
They were the kind of people who had too much money but no place to spend it.
"How about you sell Marina's Restaurant to me? I'll pay $150 million, "Amelia said.
Amelia really coveted the two businesses under Chen Zhao's name.
Both of his businesses were like golden chickens that laid eggs.
No, even golden chickens couldn't compare.
Both of those industries were printing money with their money printing machines running.
Sun Min was shocked once again.
Marina's Restaurant?
Sun Min had been there before.
It was the most expensive restaurant in LA.
She remembered that a few days ago, she'd met Chen Zhao again at Marina's Restaurant.
That restaurant actually belonged to Chen Zhao?
"No need."
"I don't want all the shares. Just 20% is enough," Amelia said seriously. "Didn't you, Mr. Steven, and Mr. Rasfa invest in a movie together? I think it's going to be released soon. I heard that the North American theaters don't have a lot of showtimes. I have some connections in the theater industry. I can introduce them to you. "
Sun Min's eyes widened. Chen Zhao was involved in the film industry?
And he was investing with the famous director, Steven?
Wasn't that too unbelievable?
What had he experienced in the past two years?
"That's a different matter. Amelia, if you can help us, I'll be very grateful. But I won't sell the shares of Marina's Restaurant."
Sun Min's gaze toward Chen Zhao had changed.
This man was no longer the idealistic boy she'd known in the past.
If she hadn't left him back then … Would she still have all this now?
Did he still have feelings for her?
She'd invited him a few times for a gathering, but it was only because he still had feelings for her.
Did he not know how to face her?
"Fine. I'll help you make an appointment with someone from the theater industry in a few days. Call Mr. Steven over. We'll meet at your Marina's Restaurant."
"Thank you … I owe you another favor."
"Hey … Chen, Risfar." Just then, Dell walked over. There were a dozen models behind him.
"Risfar, look at how many beauties I've brought to your party. Aren't you grateful to me?"
"Lora's at home," Risfar said in a low voice. "Don't mess around."
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