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Chapter 848

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"Why should I give it to you! What qualifications do you have to make such a request! " The tall girl tightly protected the camera in her arms and loudly said, "I want to expose people like you!"

"Please give me the film." Li He repeated again. He didn't like to argue with people, especially with a woman, so he seemed a little impatient, "The Constitution grants everyone basic rights, including the right to portrait and the right to privacy. As a reporter, of course, we can't overstep the authority of the Constitution. We need to respect the basic rights of the parties involved. We can't just take pictures whenever we want. In general, we need to get the consent of the parties involved. Do you agree with this? "

The middle-aged man coldly snorted, "I've never heard of such a provision in the law. The truth is the right of a reporter. No matter what, we will not give you the film."

"Huh?" Was the "News Law" not out yet? Li He really didn't know, but he said indifferently, "Let me put it this way, if you dare to use my photos, I can sue you until you go bankrupt."

He had this bit of confidence.

Bafra whispered a few words to Jiang Baojian, then stood up and said, "This is the United States, you have to respect the laws of the United States, otherwise I have the right to sue you!"

With Bafra's appearance, Li He didn't have to worry anymore. He hid at the side and smoked, feeling lazy. Tangling with these people would make him look bad.

When the other side saw Bafra's appearance, they were stunned. The tall girl smiled and said, "Miss, I guarantee with my integrity that we didn't take your photos, please rest assured."

In front of the arrogant Bafra, she unconsciously felt a little flustered.

"Sorry, I have to see your film before I can believe what you said." Bafra shook her head and handed out her business card, proudly saying, "I have reason to believe that you are those hateful paparazzi. In order to protect my privacy, please give me the film."

"America.

Visvim Fashion Group. " The tall girl took the business card first, looked at it carefully, then handed it to the middle-aged man, "President, take a look."

The middle-aged man took the business card and carefully turned it from front to back, frowning from time to time.

The bespectacled girl also leaned over to look at the name card, and then glanced at the arrogant Bafra, before saying to the middle-aged man in a low voice, "President Zheng, this shop is on Fifth Avenue, do you still remember?"

"Yes." Director Zheng nodded. A piece of clothing cost several thousand dollars.

How could he not remember visvim? This reflected the great abundance of material production in the United States. He was going to write a book about it when he got back. He was hesitating whether or not he should return the business card to Bafra, but in the end he didn't, and just said, "Miss Bafra, I think you've misunderstood something, we absolutely didn't film you."

"Please give me the negatives." Bafra's eyebrows were enchanting and languid. She proudly pointed at the patrolling police on the road and said, "Otherwise, I'll call the police to deal with it."

She originally studied medicine, and under the arrangement of Li He, she became a veritable king of peat and potash deposits in Belarus. However, she still yearned for the United States, so she secretly persuaded Ivanov to come to the United States.

She hated to have to deal with dirty peat, and though the potash looked white and flawless, it was dull and dull to her.

Nominally, it was all her business, but basically, it was Ivanov who managed it.

As soon as she arrived in the United States, she wholeheartedly plunged into the American fashion industry. Although she was only passionate and interested in fashion, she didn't understand it at all. However, she was Li He's savior, and Li He basically let her do whatever she wanted.

The Merchant Bank and Delta Bank had never refused her loan requests. She relied on Li He's funds to stir up a bloody storm in the American fashion industry, and they hated her to the core.

She bought, bought, bought, bought. Not only did she buy two old fashion companies, but she also invited top fashion designers from all over the world.

She respected Li He's words as if they were gods, and any problem that could be solved with money was not a problem.

Some investment banks that understood her relationship with Li He, such as Goldman Sachs and Belleden, were actively planning for her to go public, and she was now fully prepared.

"President Zheng, what should we do?" A young boy in a suit asked in a low voice.

Everyone looked at each other for a moment.

President Zheng pondered for a moment and said, "The United States is a society ruled by law. Here, we still have to respect them. Let's let this lady take a look."

He didn't understand what this foreign woman's relationship with Li He was, and why she was standing up for Li He.

Then he said to Bafra in English, "Miss Bafra, you can look at the film first. If there are no photos, please return them to us. Xiao Du, take out the film. "

Bafra snorted coldly and didn't say anything.

The tall girl called Xiao Du really opened the camera and took out the film.

Bafra took it without hesitation and threw it directly to Ivanov.

Ivanov didn't wait for the other party to react and lit it with a lighter.

"Hey, sir, how can you do this!" The tall girl was just about to go up and save him when she was stopped by Ivanov's bodyguard, looking like she was about to cry.

Ivanov ignored them and just said to Li He, who had his back turned, "Mr. Li, okay."

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Li He said, "Let's go."

Leaving behind a group of people staring at his back in a daze.

"I remember!" The girl called Xiao Du looked at the watch that flashed past Li He's wrist as he walked. She suddenly screamed, scaring the others.

President Zheng said, "What do you mean by surprised? Did you remember something?"

"I remember who this person is!" Xiao Du said in annoyance, "Why didn't I think of that! What a coincidence! "

"Who?" President Zheng, like everyone else, frowned and asked.

Xiao Du said excitedly, "Does everyone remember what the White Russian called him?"

"Li, Sir." The girl with glasses added, "That means his surname is Li or Li."

"He said he was the recipient of the May Day Labor Medal, and he's also a professor. That's easy to guess." Xiao Du said excitedly, "This year's May Day Labor Medal is the only private enterprise representative with the surname Li. Does anyone remember? We were too far away from the award ceremony, so I didn't take a detailed photo. There were a lot more reports about him in the newspapers, but they were all very blurry. But the photo of him shaking hands with the leader, the handshake posture was very special, and the angle of the watch on his wrist was very prominent. I saw it at that time, and it was a Rolex. I even muttered that self-employed people nowadays are really rich. "

"Yes, that person was wearing a Rolex." The young man in a suit also slapped his thigh.

"What's the name of the company?" President Zheng was also trying hard to remember.

Xiao Du smiled and said, "Wanbei Renewable Resources Ltd."

She said it very confidently.

This was the only company that Li He owned, but it was actually Li Long's waste station.

When he asked Bian Mei to apply for a business license for Li Long, he did not explain it clearly. Bian Mei was not familiar with Li Long, and communication was not convenient. To save trouble, she directly applied for Li He as the legal representative.

After so many years, Li He had forgotten about it, but Li Long felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he never changed it.

It was not until the name list for the May Day Labor Medal was confirmed, and the name of the company in the invitation letter was Wanbei Renewable Resources Ltd. He then remembered that he had been using the name of his brother as the general manager for so many years, and he could only wait until he returned home to change it.

"That's right." The girl wearing glasses also confirmed. "From the age to the surname, everything matches."

President Zheng said. "When we go back, we will do the confirmation work again. We will never wrong a good person."

Everyone laughed. The president was really angry this time, and they would be very busy when they go back. There was nothing they could not scold, and it was their responsibility to point out social phenomena.

The fog had dissipated, the sun was out, and the air was clean again.

"Mr. Li, this is the New York Stock Exchange." After arriving at the New York Stock Exchange, Jiang Baojian continued to act as a tour guide.

"It looks normal." Standing outside, Li He couldn't feel the atmosphere inside at all.

However, he knew how powerful the New York Stock Exchange was.

The New York Stock Exchange was a limited company managed by a board of 21 directors. It was the auditorium of capitalism, and the arsenal of enterprise growth.

Although Microsoft and Intel, which made people rich overnight, were traded on Nasdaq, the New York Stock Exchange was still the largest, oldest, and most popular market. It had just held its 200th anniversary celebration, and the celebratory red banners were still hanging on the door.

There were at least 1800 types of listed stocks, including most of the long-established Fortune 500 companies. The total value of the stock was 250 billion USD, and the conditions to be listed were relatively strict. Companies that wanted to be listed before they made any money were not allowed to enter the New York Stock Exchange.

The noisy stock market scenes in movies were not seen on Nasdaq, where computers and telephones were used for trading.

To feel the heat of the money game, one could only go to the New York Stock Exchange on Wall Street.

However, since the US Congress abolished the fixed commission system in 1975 and encouraged the implementation of a competitive system, the trading volume had decreased, and the company was at a competitive disadvantage.

Computer education was the trend, and the New York Stock Exchange still used the auction system, which had high transaction costs.

Li He heard the crowd inside and was curious. He suddenly asked, "Can I look around?"

Jiang Baojian said, "Mr. Li, wait a minute. I'll make a call."

Not long after, a group of people came out of the exchange.

"Hello, Mr. Calvin, we meet again." Jiang Baojian stepped forward and shook hands with a bald old man, then led him to Li He's side, and introduced, "This is our Mr. Li."

"Hello, Mr. Li." The bald old man was very respectful to Li He.

Jiang Baojian said to Li He, "This is Mr. Donald Calvin, the senior vice president of public affairs."

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