When Dlamini was seriously ill and went to Eco Science City for treatment, the organization under his control was still operating. However, when this group of people received the news that Tara Private Security's shares had been transferred, many people were suddenly shaken.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, several other shareholders began to wantonly seize the authority left behind by Dlamini when he was in control of the company.
However, before this group of people could determine a winner or loser, they stopped fighting again.
This was because the company that bought Dlamini's shares had really sent someone.
In the face of a foreign enemy, this group of shareholders, after a discussion by the board of directors, decided to temporarily stop fighting and concentrate their strength against the foreign enemy. They would deal with the new enemy first.
"Is the news true?"
A day later, in a conference room of Tara Company, three black men sat in chairs and could not help frowning when they heard the news.
At this moment, a middle-aged black man suddenly laughed. "They dare to send someone to seize power?"
"Yes, their company's representative is waiting downstairs."
"Who's the other party?"
An older black man next to him picked up a cigar. The waiter on the side immediately came forward and gently lit it for him.
"Blackwatch, the company that recently opened Eco Science City in Namibia," the subordinate at the door quickly explained.
"F * ck, they're really not friendly!"
At once, the middle-aged black man slammed his fist on the table. "Then what are we waiting for? Since Dlamini has withdrawn, this company will naturally be under our control. If any outsiders dare to interfere, we don't mind killing them all!"
"Don't be rash, Colmore."
The older black man quickly said, "We can meet them first and sound them out. After all, there's no way they don't know who we are. If that's the case and they still dare to take over Tara Company, I'm afraid they won't be easy to deal with."
"Moreover, among the representatives they sent this time, two top mercenaries, Brando and Sara, are also here," the older black man added.
"Those two traitors are here too?"
The middle-aged black man called Colmore snorted coldly. "They're just two assassins. It's not like we don't have people like that around us."
"Brando and Sara are no big deal, but what about that company?"
The older black man shook his head and said earnestly, "Blackwatch is a mysterious company. Rumor has it that they have the support of several large financial groups in North America and Europe. They're not to be trifled with."
"In that case, let's do it your way, Botu."
Only then did the middle-aged black man unwillingly spread his hands. "Even if they have international influence, don't forget that white pigs can't do well in our country …"
After several people had unified their statements, the old man Porter rushed to the door and ordered, "Bring in the delegation from Blackwatch."
One of the subordinates nodded and walked out of the conference room. After a while, a dozen men and women entered the conference room.
However, after seeing this group of people, the three people sitting on the boss chairs and smoking could not help but raise their eyebrows.
"Look who it is. Isn't that Brando? And Ms. Sara, I didn't expect Dlamini to be right, the two of you really went to another company. "
The middle-aged black man looked at Sara lecherously and couldn't help but whistle.
"Mr. Colmore, we're currently representing Blackwatch Corporation."
Brando walked to the shareholders and sat down opposite them. "I believe you're already acquainted with me and Sara. Now, let me introduce the others. This is our company's negotiation expert, Anthony, and legal counsel, Jennifer, as well as their team."
Then, Brando said to Anthony and the others, "This is the shareholders of Tara Private Security Company. This is Mr. Colmore, that's Mr. Botu, and Mr. Papari..."
After introducing the three, Brando suddenly asked, "What about Mr. Prak? I remember that he also owns six percent of Tara's shares. "
"The three of us can represent him." Botu waved his hand indifferently.
Colmore suddenly grinned and taunted, "Brando, are you going to give up your previous career and become a white-collar worker?"
"I'm only responsible for the safety of this negotiation. The negotiations are not under my jurisdiction." Brando's smile faded and he resumed his usual stern demeanor.
"Alright, Colmore, let's get down to business."
Botu stopped the tit-for-tat between the two and turned to face the negotiation team of Blackwatch. "Now, can you tell us why you're here?"
Anthony looked at the bodyguards standing around the conference room and secretly swallowed. "Mr. Botu, on behalf of Blackwatch, we want to buy the shares of Tara Private Security Company in your hands. This is our proposal, please take a look..."
As he spoke, he looked at his assistant who hurriedly took out a few copies of the proposal and handed them to the people across the conference table.
Botu flipped through the proposal and frowned. "A premium of 20%?"
"Yes, our company is willing to buy the shares in your hands at a premium of 20%."
Anthony tried to speak in a calm tone. "We value Tara Private Security Company at one billion US dollars. You hold a total of 24% of Tara's shares. Our company is willing to buy these shares at a price of 300 million US dollars."
"There's something wrong with the valuation."
Botu said calmly, "Tara Private Security Company has a very high reputation throughout Africa. It receives more than 300 orders every year and its net profit is close to 100 million US dollars. We believe that Tara Private Security Company is worth at least 2 billion."
"Yes, at least 2 billion, maybe even 2.5 billion!" Colmore quickly echoed on the side.
"This... We can negotiate." Anthony hesitated.
"There's nothing to negotiate."
Colmore shouted loudly, "Either you buy our shares at a valuation of 2 billion or go back to Namibia. We don't welcome you here!"
The expressions of Anthony and the others immediately turned ugly.
"Is this what you two want as well?"
Brando's expression darkened and he looked at Botu and Papari.
Both of them nodded with a matter-of-fact expression. Botu said, "Actually, we can negotiate, but the valuation can't be less than 2 billion."
"In that case, there's nothing to discuss."
Sarah's expression turned cold and she stood up directly. "I hope you'll still have this confidence in a few days."
With that, she turned and left the conference room.
Brando could only shake his head and looked at the people with a trace of pity. "Mr. Botu, I hope you can reconsider. Isn't it a win-win situation to take a sum of money and give up these insignificant shares?"
Botu heard this and took a puff of his cigar. His expression gradually darkened. "Brando, are you threatening us?"
"No, please believe me, this is just a piece of advice."
Brando shook his head and said seriously, "A kind piece of advice."
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