Chapter 40 Allen

"I didn't buy it. LV killed 750 million and didn't let go. Our bottom line is 600 million. We don't add any more points, so we can only suspend the negotiation..." Yang Sen glanced at Liu Yun's face, and then briefly explained the situation .

"Why do you look at me? I'm not in charge of this matter. It doesn't matter if you don't buy it. When this project was approved, the executive committee was in constant controversy, with some in favor and some against it. In the end, Bernard insisted on going his own way and made a decision directly. Now It seems that he recognized the mistake and was ready to make up for the decision-making mistakes of the year."

Listening to Liu Yun's narration of the secrets of the year, Yang Cheng did not look down on Bernard Arnott because of this. He is not qualified. Besides, Bernard is not a god in Niucha. Humans always make mistakes. Thinking about it now, this The project was established at the time when the LVMH Group was at its most prosperous, and even once wanted to swallow the Hermès Group. Although it failed due to various reasons, it is not difficult to see Bernard's domineering mentality at that time.

On the contrary, Yang Sen has always sneered at Bernard. Of course, it is not to deny the other party's ability, but because of the financial turmoil in 1997, LVMH Group had a serious financial problem, which was solved by Yang Cheng's grandfather's help in financing. Either Liu Muqian should logically become a shareholder of LVMH and occupy a seat on its board of directors.

But who knew that Bernard turned his face and refused to recognize anyone. In the end, he was promoted to Liu Yun's position and gave some equity dividends as a gift. Obtaining shares is different. Just look at the current market value of LVMH. Because of this, Yang Sen always has no good looks towards Bernard, and has repeatedly scolded that old man in private for his dark heart.

"Then this matter is completely pornographic?" Yang Cheng did not dare to answer Liu Yun's words, and it was not his turn to comment on Bernard.

"Well, almost, but I heard that the fourth aunt in Macau plans to take over. She is an addicted owner of speculators, who knows." Yang Sen curled his lips. In his opinion, that building is a typical restaurant. It's a pity that it's useless to discard it, it's just a tasteless one.

Yang Cheng shrugged, took a sip of porridge, and continued to ask, "How is the matter with Delta Airlines going?"

"It's difficult. Most of the small shareholders or large retail investors who hold Delta Air Lines shares have no intention of selling. I sent someone to contact a few companies in private. The price we gave is not enough to shake their greedy little hearts. Not to mention JP Morgan and Berkshire, they are the masters who don’t see the rabbits and don’t scatter the eagles.” Yang Sen shook his head repeatedly and complained.

"Don't tell me that it's been a month, and I still haven't got any shares." Yang Cheng said a little excitedly, ignoring the meal.

"That's not enough, but it's not too much, about 20 million shares, less than 3%." Obviously Yang Sen is also very dissatisfied with the current progress, you must know that he made a guarantee with his son.

On the contrary, Yang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. Sometimes the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. On the contrary, if the target value is lowered in advance, when the result is much better than expected, it will be easier to be satisfied. Greed is the original sin.

"By the way, Mom, how's the matter with Megan?" Liu Yun was the first to finish the meal, and was stopped by Yang Cheng just as he got up. He didn't forget that Megan's bitch slandered him, so don't take revenge on him It's hard to burn.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yun's faint words stopped him from continuing to take revenge, "What else can I do? Anyway, she won't be able to hang out in the fashion circle in the future."

He knew that his mother would not sit still, so he asked this question. He had no doubts about what his mother said. It is not easy to praise an unknown model, but it is not easy to destroy a small model. , It's just a matter of one sentence, no one will not open their eyes to offend LVMH's devil head for a dead little model.

But what would Yang Cheng do? What about the audience? How can this story go on without a slap in the face plot?

cough cough. . .

After a family of three had a warm and harmonious breakfast,

They each started their busy day. Yang Sen and Liu Yunru would not have a fixed rest day unless there were special circumstances.

Yang Cheng dragged Alan out of his "kennel" with a phone call.

The two made an appointment to meet, and Yang Cheng asked Hansen to drive him there in the Audi S8. His head was still a little dizzy, so he didn't drive by himself to be on the safe side.

Sitting in the back seat of the Audi, Yang Cheng took his mobile phone and sent a text message to Sunny.

"How is your aunt?"

"After rescue, it stabilized temporarily. The doctor said that the cancer cells spread again, and I'm afraid I won't survive this year."

Through the text on the phone, Yang Cheng could feel Sunny's sadness.

He didn't know how to comfort people, so he had to type, "Don't be too sad, there will always be such a day in life."

"Well, thank you oppa, I'm fine, how is your illness? You looked so ugly when you got off the plane yesterday."

"It's much better after the antipyretic injection, don't worry about me, how long can you stay in LA? I can go to LA to see my aunt when I'm done with work."

"Two or three days, there is still a schedule in Korea, so I can't leave for too long."

Yang Cheng thought about it, and decided to go to LA. First, to express his heart, and second, to contact Li Xiuman in the future. After all, his entertainment company in South Korea also needs more allies, so as not to be caught in a conflict with local forces. People crowded together.

So he replied, "Okay, I will try to fly there tomorrow, and you should pay attention to rest and don't be too tired."

"Well, you too, want me to pick you up?"

"No, see you at the hospital tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Putting down the phone, Yang Cheng still had a smile on her mouth, chatting with girls always makes people feel happy.

The car went all the way down Fifth Avenue. Alan and Yang Cheng made an appointment at a car dealership near the Empire State Building. The fat man seemed to want to change cars.

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"Hey, buddy, you're finally back." As soon as Yang Cheng got out of the car, he was embraced by the brown bear-like Allen, who patted Yang Cheng's back vigorously.

"Fuck, bastard, I'm still sick, are you going to murder?" Yang Cheng yelled in Alan's "embrace" like a pissed off daughter-in-law.

Hansen and Andrew couldn't bear to look directly at them, and turned their backs for the first time in dereliction of duty, letting Yang Cheng out of their sight.

"Come on, after doctor Allen's diagnosis, you look constipated, you are definitely lustful, what? Korean women can't satisfy you? Shall I find some blond girls to defeat you?" Allen rushed Yang Cheng blinked, with an expression that I understand your thoughts.

"No need, I will look for it myself if I need it, your aesthetic vision is as strange as your appetite." After struggling to get out, he straightened his clothes and said contemptuously with his middle finger up.

"OK, OK, I sincerely suggest you find a girl to blow off steam, look at your swollen face, poor Jason..."

"Shit, it's a fever, you just pay the doctor? Please cut the hemorrhoids yourself first."

"Oh... bastard, this matter is private, so don't talk nonsense." Allen screamed, and rushed over to cover Yang Cheng's mouth firmly.

These two weirdos fought on the side of the road for a while, until they attracted the attention of the patrolman, they gave each other the middle finger, and walked into the garage side by side.

"By the way, doesn't your Land Rover drive very well?" Yang Cheng put his pockets in his pocket and admired it around a Maserati sports car.

Allen has never been interested in these sports cars. As soon as he entered the store, he followed the SUV to find them. In his words, those who drive sports cars are all sissies, but they are assholes. If you have a tall body, you will never be able to resist the temptation of a sports car, or when Ferrari will go crazy and develop a supercar for people over 300 catties.

"Don't mention it, since the Land Rover was bought by Ah San, it has lost its original style. That broken Range Rover looks like a girl, and it can't keep up with my previous Mercedes-Benz G." The Indian-born salesman scolded him as soon as he opened his mouth.

Seeing this, Yang Cheng quickly explained to the salesman for Allen, "Hey, buddy, my buddy is targeting cars, not you, don't mind." This is not superfluous, people who do not live in the United States will never understand racial discrimination , what kind of vocabulary is it in this country.

New York is relatively better, because this is the old nest of conservatives, that is, the elephant party. If you are in the west, especially Hollywood in Los Angeles, where "political correctness" is advocated, you dare to use inappropriate words for glass-hearted black brothers. Just wash it up and wait for the defendant to go bankrupt.

The salesman was quite casual, spreading his hands, "Sir, don't worry, I'm Arab, and I was born in the United States, and I haven't been back yet."

Yang Cheng's heart that had just been let go lifted again. There are two kinds of people in the United States, or in other words, two races that must not be messed with. One is black. The reason is very simple. They will always hold the big stick of racial discrimination. It must be racial discrimination.

For example, if there is no black man in any Hollywood movie, it is racist, so why not use black actors? Look down on us?

Another example, why do you, a white man, have no black friends? It must be racial discrimination, why not make friends with black people, and so on, all kinds of weird reasons like this emerge in endlessly.

So much so that now white people in the United States will deliberately make black friends, for fear that one day they will get lucky and be caught by those black people who call themselves freedom fighters or white people with white skin and black hearts.

There is another kind of Arabs. The reason is very simple. Everyone knows that since 9.1.1, those innocent and unlucky Arabs in the United States have almost been beaten by everyone. Petroleum banknotes wantonly acquire American companies, and not even the well-known top 500 people even look at them. If you are interested, you can check it out. Except for companies involved in major military strategies, more than 90% of the top 100 companies in the United States have The figure of a local tyrant in the Middle East.

While these local tyrants are aggressively marching into North America, they are also doing one thing tacitly and unitedly, which is to restore the image of the Middle East or the Arabs. After years of hard work, they have spent countless dollar bills to win over a crop. Another generation of congressmen kept lobbying Congress that the people of the Middle East are kind-hearted and the people of the Middle East are harmless, and this has changed.

The worst non-Chinese in the United States is none other than Chinese. As we all know, scientists in high-tech companies in the United States, 6CD are Chinese, and American students with the best grades are still Chinese. In the workplace, they work most without complaining or tiredness. They complete their work diligently. The ones are Chinese.

But what did the Chinese get? Do the Chinese monopolize a certain field? No!

Oh no, there are still Chinese restaurants, the American Chinese food industry is monopolized by the Chinese, heh, this tm is a joke.

So far, the status of Chinese Americans in the United States is only slightly stronger than that of immigrants from small South Asian countries such as Yuenan and the Philippines, and even Latinos and sometimes even Koreans are inferior.

Why?

Who to blame?

I can only blame myself! ! !