"Of course, I'm serious about anything I say." William nodded. Once Amir Barkavi really launched an attack in London, it would be easy to make money.
He didn't even need to short the bank in London. It wouldn't be difficult to make billions if he went to some countries that didn't have a strong influence on England and France.
Thinking of this, William's somewhat depressed mind became active again. The only thing that worried him was that if someone found out, people would think that he actually knew about the attack.
For the sake of money, he didn't care about the lives of the people and didn't warn the relevant departments. Alas, thinking of this, William had a headache again.
"God, if you can really only solve half of the problem, all the shareholders and employees of the bank will clean your shoes and bend over for you."
"Haha," William forced a few laughs, taking advantage of Pierre's agitation to tell him his plan. "I like it that way. From the moment we signed the contract, I promised to solve at least 3.5 billion USD of losses in three months.
If I can do it, I will buy the 18% shares with five billion USD. If I can't do it, I will buy the 18% shares with a valuation of 50 billion USD.
In other words, in addition to the five billion USD now in the bank, if I want to buy the 18% shares, I still need to pay 4 billion USD to your bank. Is there a problem? "
Pierre shook his head hurriedly.
"Very good, then tell this good news to the bank's shareholders. Dear Pierre, I'll wait for your news."
"Yes, sir, I'll call the board of directors and report to them." Pierre excitedly took out his mobile phone and apologized to William. "I'll take my leave first, Mr. Devonshire."
"Well, I'll wait for your good news."
Pierre excitedly shook hands with William and walked out of the living room. When he came out of the castle, he took a few breaths of the evening air and looked at the afterglow of the sun in the sky. He suddenly reflected in his heart.
He stood there blankly for a few minutes, thinking that his purpose of meeting William was not only for the 5% shares. How did the discussion turn into the bank selling 18% shares to William?
Although if William couldn't save 3.5 billion USD of losses for the bank in three months, the 18% shares could be exchanged for 9 billion USD of life-saving funds.
But even at a valuation of 50 billion dollars, once William really got 18% of the shares, he would immediately become the largest individual shareholder of the Bank of France.
In the future, nothing in the bank could avoid William. The Devonshire family was likely to become a hot family in the French banking industry. After all, the Bank of France was one of the top three banks in France.
Pierre slapped his forehead. He felt that he had been tricked. When he heard that William could solve half of the problem, which was 3.5 billion USD of losses, his head was burning. All he could think about was how to stabilize the stock price.
His mind was only focused on the benefits in front of him, but he didn't think about the troubles in the future.
But when he thought of William's confident look just now, and then he thought that if this crisis couldn't be solved satisfactorily, he, as the general manager of the Bank of France, would definitely be fired.
He might not even be able to work in the banking industry for the rest of his life. How could Pierre, who was not yet 60 years old and still had plenty of energy, accept this?
Quietly walking in the castle for more than ten minutes, looking at the afterglow of the sun in the sky, he suddenly thought that if he didn't do something, his life would be the same as the setting sun, and he would be driven out of the upper class.
Thinking of this, Pierre suddenly understood that if he couldn't pass this test, he would have a chance to worry about the future. At this moment, the idea of 'every man for himself' quickly filled his mind.
.....
William stood by the window on the second floor of the castle, looking with some admiration at the hesitant Pierre walking around in the garden.
This old man was indeed a veteran who had been in charge of the Bank of France for ten years. Although he had a strong corporate disease, he didn't lose his vigilance and experience.
Originally, he thought that the time when Pierre realized that he had been fooled would be after he reported to the bank and was scolded or ridiculed. Unexpectedly, the old man understood the trap of William's 9 billion USD investment as soon as he came out of the castle.
Just as William was thinking that it was a pity, things took a turn. Pierre took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. The spider robot behind him immediately passed Pierre's words to William.
"Kate, this is Pierre. Inform all the directors that I will hold a shareholders' meeting in one and a half hours."
"Yes, Kate, I'm not kidding. I will fly back to the bank later. Today's meeting will be carried out according to the highest level of confidentiality measures. Anyone who participates in the meeting will have to sign the strictest confidentiality agreement."
"Okay, thank you. See you later." Pierre hung up the phone and made another call. Twenty minutes later, he took a few of his men to a helicopter and flew to Paris.
Watching Pierre's helicopter fly away, William couldn't help but smile happily. Although he didn't know why Pierre did this, things were finally going in the direction he wanted.
Now, he should pay attention to Amir Barkavi.
In a good mood, William had dinner with Anthony and a few other managers. He looked up and saw that the sky was already dark. He said apologetically, "I'm done eating. Please help yourselves, gentlemen."
Anthony and the others quickly stood up and watched William walk out of the restaurant. They looked at each other. William's personal tax lawyer, Ronte, shrugged helplessly and said regretfully, "Looking at the boss's mood, we know that our bonus might be gone."
Anthony also cursed regretfully, "Damn those Gaul chickens. Can't these bastards be more unyielding? We haven't even done anything and these bastards directly surrendered to the boss. The bonus is a small matter, but now I feel like a piece of trash. "
"That's right. Oh, God. Fortunately, the jewelry I ordered from the jewelry company hasn't been confirmed yet. Otherwise, where would I get hundreds of thousands of USD to pay for it?" Sivir, the accountant, said happily.
"Hahaha." The others couldn't help but laugh when they heard Sivir's complaints.
"Damn it, you're still laughing." Sivir stared at Anthony and Ronte and complained, "I've been your good friend for more than ten years. Not only did you not introduce me to the boss earlier, you even took the accountant's job. F * ck, one of you is a tax lawyer and the other is a contract lawyer. Do you know how to do the accountant's job?"
Anthony pursed his lips, "Our boss is a super rich man. As long as the boss is willing to pay, there's nothing that money can't solve for me."
"Okay, okay, let's think about the contract. Although there's no bonus, I have a feeling that we'll be very, very busy in the future." Ronte picked up the glass and took a sip of Latour. "The boss is still the best. He actually let us drink 90 years of Latour. This is good stuff that money can't buy."
Anthony laughed, "Collecting good wine is probably our boss's only hobby."
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