William knew that Stark was right. MP3 wasn't the only decoding format on the market. The FLAC format might appear soon. Also, he didn't have the core patent, so it wouldn't be easy to produce it.
This was also the reason why he had not produced a finished player himself. As long as he wanted to produce a finished player, he would be able to do so.
As long as he had a finished player, those companies with the core patent would definitely take a big bite out of him. Instead of that, he might as well exchange the MP3 technology, which wouldn't last for many years, for some valuable shares.
"I want shares in Stark Industries. The conditions are the same as what we discussed before. I can give you the voting rights."
William had his own plans for the companies that had appeared in his previous life, but he didn't dare mention them in this special period, so he could only set his sights on the companies in Marvel.
Stark Industries was the best choice, at least for the next eight years. Thinking that Stark Industries could have a market value of trillions of dollars in the future, William was excited. At this time, Stark Industries' current market value was only about 10 million dollars.
"You think so highly of me, an arms dealer?" Stark asked with narrowed eyes.
"Of course. You're Tony Stark. Who else can you invest in? Also, your connections in America can help people like me, who suddenly become rich, avoid a lot of trouble."
"You just won a lot of money from me. Do you think I'll help you?"
"I don't know if you'll help me, but at least you don't want me to die." William narrowed his eyes with a smile. "Do you want me to die? Mr. Stark? "
"Is this world so dangerous? You're a rich man. "William's words surprised Stark. Looking at William's dangerous eyes, Stark was shocked. Was this little guy approaching him for safety?
If William heard that, he would definitely spit on Stark's face. They wouldn't look for you if they wanted to find safety. The people around you were the most dangerous. No one would plot against you if it wasn't for money and Stark Industries' influence.
"Hehe. You're Tony Stark, and your father is Howard Stark. Of course, you don't think that anyone would do anything to you.
I'm different. Half a year ago, I was still a poor boy who had to work hard for 200 pounds. But now, the more money I have, the more danger I'm in. Perhaps you'll understand my anxiety when you experience the danger yourself. "
"Ha, how could I be in danger?" Stark laughed, as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world. "Okay, let's get down to business. Don't waste my time. How much are you offering?"
"4% of the shares."
"Four billion? Are you crazy about money? You want to sell a piece of technology that isn't exclusive to you for four billion? "Stark shook his head." I'll give you 2% at most. Any more and there's no room for discussion. "
"Not only do I have the patent, but I also have a mature music player that can be produced immediately. Think about how much a popular music player can raise the stock price. Stark, the stock price is the most important thing right now. How about you give me cash instead?"
Only a fool would buy in cash during a stock market disaster. Wouldn't it be better to keep the money for oneself? "3%. This is the last offer. How about we forget about it?"
"Actually, as long as I give you the voting rights, the more shares I get, the more beneficial it is for you. Think about it. With my shares, your voting rights have already exceeded the threshold of 33%, right?"
"Hehe." Stark rolled his eyes. If he hadn't thought of this, he wouldn't have agreed to buy Tony Stark's shares.
"Okay, three billion it is." William didn't have much hope for the future of the MP3 player in his hands. It would be good enough if he could get a few billion, and he would have to put in a lot of effort to take care of this project that he didn't think would earn much in years. But it was different in the hands of a big company.
When he thought about how the three billion would become thirty billion dollars in the future, William felt that he wasn't losing out. Also, at this time, money wasn't the most important thing to him. His social status was. With the previous 4%, William had 7% of Stark Industries' shares, and they were the same as Tony Stark's shares. There was no risk of dilution.
Thinking this, William was happy and shook hands with Stark.
Stark thought that although his shares had decreased, his control hadn't. Instead, it had increased. Also, as long as the player could sell well, his wealth would also increase when the stock price rose.
He wasn't so against William taking the 7% shares. Under Old Smith's congratulations, he happily toasted with the two of them.
After talking business, the three of them drank whiskey and smoked cigars and chatted.
As they talked, Old Smith's subordinate knocked on the door and came in to give Old Smith a file bag. Old Smith waved his hand and had his subordinate leave.
After opening it and looking at it, he took out a few photos and put them on the table. He asked William, "Do you mind telling me about what happened at Caesar's Palace? I'm curious why you're interested in a swindler and a conman. You didn't even care about your favorite whiskey for them. "
William didn't answer Old Smith's question. Instead, he looked at Old Smith and asked, "Mr. Smith, you're the landlord of Las Vegas. Can I ask you an unfriendly question?"
"An unfriendly question?" Old Smith didn't understand what William was going to ask. He shook his head and said, "I can't guess. Just say it."
"If Caesar's Palace suddenly loses hundreds of millions of dollars in cash, will your stock fall the next day?"
"Of course," Old Smith patted the armrest of the chair and said, "William, did you get some news? Could it be my Caesar's Palace?"
Old Smith was still so calm when he heard this kind of news. He was indeed someone who was used to big storms. "Don't worry, Mr. Smith. It has nothing to do with Caesar's Palace."
"Haha, that's good. Doesn't that mean someone is going to be unlucky?" Old Smith took a sip of whiskey and said, "Who?"
William didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "Beauty Hotel."
"That guy, Terry Benedict? I didn't expect someone to dare to target him. There hasn't been anyone in Las Vegas who can take a dime from us. William, are you sure that the people you know can really take money from Terry Benedict? "
William thought for a moment and said, "I don't know about that. But from the information I got, these people have a chance of succeeding. Terry Benedict has a very bad habit, which makes the probability of success very high."
"What bad habit?" Smith didn't understand William's words. He recalled and said, "In my impression, Terry Benedict is a very cautious and serious person. He managed Beauty Hotel very well.
It only took him ten years to go from owning one hotel to owning three. He even bought MGM, "said Zhang Zian.
"It's just that he's too strict. Terry Benedict is a person who takes care of everything. He even snatches the work of his subordinates. Mr. Smith, if you think about it carefully, you'll understand that the staff of Beauty Hotel are all careless and half-hearted when they work."
After hearing this, Smith thought carefully and found that William's words seemed to be true. "So, our chance is here?"
William looked at Stark and Smith, whose eyes lit up. "Yes, our chance is here."
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