Amira also received a reply soon.
The negotiation officially started.
The dollar was the gold standard.
Therefore, American banks had a large amount of gold.
The value of gold wasn't just reflected in the market price of 40 dollars per gram.
When gold reached a certain level, it could control the value of the currency.
This was especially true for top banks like Citibank.
Three hundred tons of gold wasn't just a matter of ten billion dollars.
It could create far more value than that.
If it were living things of the same value, Citibank might not even care.
But gold was different, especially three hundred tons of gold.
It could even move the rise and fall of the dollar by a hundred times.
Citibank could even use this method to control the currency to make profits that were several times the value of the gold itself.
Therefore, Chen Zhao's side had the initiative in this negotiation.
Chen Zhao also wanted to sell the gold.
But Andreas didn't know Chen Zhao's bottom line.
Of course, a negotiation that involved ten billion dollars couldn't be decided with just a few words.
Moreover, even the bank couldn't take out ten billion dollars directly.
They also needed to raise cash and even move their reserves.
The negotiation for this transaction had been completely handed over to Alex.
Chen Zhao only needed to sign at the end.
In the past two days, Andreas had greeted Chen Zhao more frequently.
After all, he was Chen Zhao's financial manager. This meant that he could move more funds.
…
"Miss Zhang, is it convenient to talk now?"
"Uh … Yes."
In fact, the studio was having a meeting right now. They were having a creative meeting.
But Chen Zhao was their financial backer. Before their work could generate any economic benefits, Chen Zhao was their bread and butter.
Even if it wasn't convenient, it had to be convenient.
"Due to your hard work," Chen Zhao said. "I'm going to give you a bonus."
"Uh … Boss, we've only worked for you for less than a week."
"It's only a week, but I'm still happy, so I'm still going to give you a bonus."
Zhang Ting was about to go crazy. From the start, she'd thought that Chen Zhao wasn't normal.
Now, she was even more certain of her thoughts.
What kind of boss would give bonuses for no reason?
Your ICBC 6222xxxx … received two million yuan.
"Boss, how much are you going to give?"
"Didn't you receive two million?"
"Huh? All of it? "
"Yes, is there a problem?"
"Our studio only has 15 people now."
"As the manager of the studio, your hard work is worthy of recognition, so you get 500,000 yuan, and the other employees get 100,000 yuan."
"Boss, the other two are the cleaning auntie and the security guard …"
"What's wrong with the cleaner and the guard? Aren't they human beings? Aren't they employees of our studio? Send them all. "
"…" Zhang Ting was speechless. "Boss, tell me honestly, do you have too much money?"
"Yes," Chen Zhao answered honestly. "I got rich again recently."
"Boss, you're not doing some illegal business … You need … You need our studio to launder … money, right?"
"What are you thinking? I just want to show my care for my employees. If you don't want the bonus, then forget it. Why do you have to make it sound so bad?"
"Okay … Boss, I was wrong."
"I plan to invite you to Los Angeles for a week. Everything will be covered."
"Boss, the studio has reorganized itself. There's still a lot of work, and we're hiring new employees …"
"No rush. You can put these things aside first. You need a good attitude. If you have the same attitude, how can you create good work? So, come here and relax."
"Boss, can we not go?"
"No," Chen Zhao said firmly.
"What about the new employees?"
"I brought them too. I don't need the money."
Zhang Ting should have expected such an answer.
What could she say? Ever since Chen Zhao took over the studio, he hadn't done anything serious.
Chen Zhao was just like a child giving money away.
He found ways to give them money.
Logically speaking, this was a good thing.
But Zhang Ting was uneasy.
After all, she hadn't done anything. She just received Chen Zhao's "bonus" every day.
"Boss … when do you plan to go out?"
"The sooner, the better. I've already booked a hotel for you."
"Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Because I'm passionate."
Zhang Ting really wanted to curse.
F * ck your passion.
…
Three days later …
Zhang Ting and the studio's employees walked out of the airport with different expressions.
She was finally going to meet the rumored nouveau riche boss.
Most of the employees had never gone abroad in their lives.
This time, it wasn't just the new employees. Even the cleaning lady and the security guard came.
At first, Zhang Ting thought that they didn't have passports.
In the end, she realized that her worries were completely unnecessary.
"Hey, over here." Zhang Ting could already see Chen Zhao waving at the airport from afar.
There was also a foreign woman beside Chen Zhao.
"Boss, hello." Zhang Ting walked over and greeted him. "This is?"
"I'm here to carry your luggage," Chen Zhao said casually. "Let's go. I've arranged a car for you. Let's go to the hotel first."
Chen Zhao brought Zhang Ting and the others directly to Dell and Risfar's hotel.
He had already booked more than a dozen high-class rooms.
When Zhang Ting and the others arrived at the entrance, they were shocked by the hotel's extravagance.
"Boss … how much does it cost for one night?"
"I'm friends with the hotel owner, so there's a discount."
As he spoke, Chen Zhao walked to the front desk and helped Zhang Ting and the others check in.
Zhang Ting always felt that not only was Chen Zhao a nouveau riche, but he was also crazy and did whatever he wanted.
When Chen Zhao brought them to the room, they were shocked again.
Zhang Ting had seen the accounts just now.
A suite like theirs cost $3,600 per night.
Was the boss planning to sell them?
It was also a loss-making promotion.
Zhang Ting believed that even if they were sold, it wouldn't be enough to cover their expenses.
"You guys rest in the afternoon. Let's have dinner together." With that, Chen Zhao left.
In the evening, Chen Zhao brought them to the hotel restaurant.
Looking at the empty restaurant, Zhang Ting knew that her intuition had come true.
Chen Zhao had "spent" on them again.
Everyone was a little reserved in front of this rich boss.
"Come, let's have a drink with the boss," Zhang Ting said. "I wish you a good business and a lot of money."
"Sure, let's have a drink, but I'll just drink juice. I need to drive. I don't want to drive drunk."
No one here dared to force him to drink.
After drinking the juice, Chen Zhao coughed. Standing up, he said, "I have a small request this time. It's what I told you last time. Think of a move for me."
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