Old Smith refilled their glasses with a bottle of wine and said cheerfully, "Cheers."
"Cheers."
After taking a few sips of whiskey, Stark said to William, "Are you in charge of the stock market, or are Mr. Smith and I?"
"Of course I'll leave it to you. After all, you have more power in this country than I do. Two hundred million dollars each for a total of six hundred million dollars. Is there a problem?" William said. He wouldn't do it himself. No matter what, Terry Benedict was still a big shot in Las Vegas.
He'd let Stark and Smith take the lead while he quietly made his fortune.
Smith said, "Isn't six hundred million dollars too little, William? If you want to beat a snake, you have to beat it to death with a stick. Otherwise, if Terry Benedict notices something, it will be very troublesome for him to take revenge. Terry is famous in Las Vegas for being vengeful. No one who causes trouble in his hotel can survive."
He didn't expect Old Smith, who looked very amiable, to be so shrewd. He just wanted money, but Old Smith wanted to kill him.
"Accidents can happen to anyone in this world, but what good is it for me?" William looked at Stark. "Think about it this way, Stark."
Stark smiled and said, "Oh, that has nothing to do with me. I'm only in charge of looking for people to watch the stock market. You two can take care of the rest. Haha, one of you is a tycoon in the card industry, and the other is a noble and secret service family. I don't think many people can resist your combined efforts."
Although he said it nicely, he still didn't want to do it. William and Smith smiled and ignored Stark, who still wanted to hang up his signboard. He said to Smith, "I'll take care of Terry, and you'll take care of Beauty Group. As for whether we can swallow Beauty Group in one go, it'll depend on your power in Las Vegas, Mr. Smith."
"No problem. I know a lot of powerful people. As long as your operation is successful, I'll get some of my peers to take care of Beauty Group," Smith said excitedly.
"Then, what about my reward, Mr. Smith? As the intelligence provider and the operation planner, it's not too much for me to ask for thirty percent of your profits, right?"
"William, isn't it enough that you have the stock market and the stolen money? You should know that I'm giving away a large portion of the profits for this attack. Three floors is too much. Unless you can guarantee that something will happen to Terry Benedict, there's no way we can swallow the entire Beauty Group. "
William silently thought about the scale of Belle Group. The market value of Belle Group on the stock market was about 20 billion USD. No matter how much he wanted to take advantage of the situation, he would need tens of billions of USD to buy it.
However, William didn't care about that. "Don't forget that your main goal isn't money. Beauty owns three hotels. If you can destroy it or swallow it, not only will you have one less competitor, but you can also warn those who want to enter Las Vegas to fight for food. This is more important than cash."
Smith thought about it for a long time before nodding. "If the operation is successful, and Terry Benedict has to meet God or get into big trouble, we'll pay you in three installments. The first installment is half of one billion USD. However, I hope that you can exchange it with shares of other companies. A few billion USD is still too much for us."
William thought about it and said, "Three floors is more than two billion USD. Mr. Smith, if you're giving me shares, then you have to give me three billion USD."
Smith shook his head. "God, it's not as simple as you think. William, even if you can make ten billion USD on paper, the actual profit is only half of that. There are too many people you have to bribe if you want to succeed."
"Haha, that's your problem. If you get three of the best hotels, the annual profit will be several times more than what you're giving me. I'm sure you understand that. 2.5 billion USD in cash or three billion USD in shares. You'd better think about what company shares you can give me. If you don't like them, I won't take the shares."
Stark finally understood why people wanted William dead. This kid who wasn't even 20 years old was too greedy.
This time, Smith sat on the sofa and thought for a long time. It wasn't that he didn't think of leaving William aside and doing it himself, but he thought about the information he found. William was a guy who had just made his fortune not long ago and was very vengeful. His methods were violent, and he would wipe out his opponents easily.
Thinking about the possible revenge in the future, Smith shook his head. Moreover, the operation hadn't started yet, and the three hotels weren't in his hands yet. Everything was still unknown. He would think about it after he had eaten the meat. If William's methods weren't as strong as he thought, Smith wouldn't mind going back on his word.
"Alright, shares or shares plus cash. William, you're really a greedy hyena. You won't let go once you bite," Old Smith said after a pause. "You're really different from your grandfather. Most of what Henry did was for his country. You're not as patriotic as your grandfather at all."
Who would love England? William thought silently in his heart. Why didn't anyone help his grandfather Henry when he forced him to sell his ancestral property? Besides, William's soul wasn't English.
"Loving England also requires money, Mr. Smith. When England collected taxes from my family, they didn't care if my four great-grandfathers sacrificed for England.
Even when the old King of England wanted to honor my four great-grandfathers, someone obstructed him. Hehe, I don't think I should love England that much. The Devonshire family doesn't owe England anything. "
Looking at William's indifferent expression, Old Smith, who was English, felt very sad. He had also bled for England, but in the end, what did he get? He had to come to America to make a living.
"Sigh, let's not talk about this anymore. It's up to you now. Whether Stark and I can succeed depends on what you can do."
"It's a small matter. As long as there's money to be made, I don't care even if I have to make a deal with Satan. Stark, give me an account. I'll get someone to transfer the money over. Also, you better not be greedy for my money, or I'll blow up your mansion in Marbury."
"Don't worry, I promise I won't give you a chance. You'd better take care of yourself. Don't get killed and leave a lot of money behind, who knows who will benefit from it," Stark mocked.
"Stark, I promise that if I get into an accident, no one will get my money. I know a man called Yuri Orlov, nicknamed the King of War.
If I get into an accident, I'll change all my money into AK after AK and throw it to the barefoot uncles in the Cape of Good Hope to let them have a happy year. As for whether other people will be unhappy or not, it's none of my business.
And I've set up several revenge funds worth a total of one billion US dollars in some forces. Hehe, whoever wants to kill me will have to wait for the assassins of the world to come. "
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