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What do you think?
Billy scratched his head. "I was very impressed with the employees at Vine Corporation. The benefits they offer are very attractive, and I think I might consider working with them."
Xu Fu was somewhat surprised: "The Wayne Group hasn't given up yet?"
Charlie said breathlessly, "They call every few days, and I don't even understand why a world-class company like the Vine Group would be interested in SHOE."
"What's the stakes?"
"It started at $2 million and 60 shares, and when you don't settle, it just drags on until it becomes $6 million and 50 shares, and the price is far above market value."
What do you think of Wayne's band?
Charlie nodded, a serious expression on his face: "They have put forward a comprehensive cooperation plan with great sincerity, and are even willing to use the group's resources to help SHOE develop the European market. However, they have high requirements for shares, not less than 50%. As for the price, if the cooperation agreement is reached, we should be able to advance up to $2 million."
“Young Master, I think you should meet with Bruce Wayne, the owner of the Vine Group. His unusual behavior does not conform to normal business logic. We all believe that Bruce Wayne himself is involved. According to the letter of intent, after the cooperation is completed, the shareholder will not be the Vine Group, but the Vine family. Currently, the Vine family only has Bruce Wayne. In other words, he is the one who wants to acquire SHOE.”
Xu Fu narrowed his eyes: "He wants to own SHOE?"
Charlie gave an awkward laugh and said nothing, while Billy remained silent as well.
The Vine Corporation is no ordinary company, and Bruce Wayne is no ordinary person; making an enemy of such a person is not a good thing.
Xu Fu placed the cigarette on the table, wiped it twice, and then...
“Billy, you don’t need to work at SHOE anymore. I’m short-staffed. Take good care of Tesla for me. As for the funds…” He paused, then said slowly.
“I will organize a charity dinner after the opening ceremony, Charlie. Send invitations in my name to the heads of conglomerates and bank presidents who have investment interests in SHOE. Don’t forget to send one to Bruce Wayne.”
Charlie breathed a sigh of relief.
"I understand, young master. I will handle it."
...
Back in the metropolis, life suddenly became busy: the work on SHOE had to be sorted out, the opening ceremony was a golden opportunity, and Xu Fu wished he could tear himself to pieces.
Advertising was of paramount importance. After the program was arranged, hundreds of millions of dollars were poured into it. Within days, all the prime time slots of the mainstream media were reporting on this industrial exhibition that was about to be held in the metropolis.
For Xu Fu, this expo was like a Tesla launch event. Important figures from the city's municipal and business circles, including the mayor and board members, attended the expo and witnessed its grand opening.
As the advertisements spread, Xu Fu-Xiao and Tesla became internet celebrities, and four thousand tickets to the Industrial Expo sold out in just ten minutes.
According to the Daily Planet, Clark Kent, who had just finished his internship, once again pushed open the door to Louise Lane's office amidst the envious and jealous gazes of his colleagues.
Although working at the newspaper with his girlfriend was exciting, Clark was having a headache at the moment.
"I have a ton of articles to write. If you have something to say, why not wait until the end of today?"
Louise held up the invitation in her hand.
"Look what I've gotten!"
Clark glanced at it and frowned: "Tesla Industrial Expo? That's Xu Fu-Xiao's new company."
"Do you want to come with us?"
"us?"
"certainly"
Louise lay on her side on the floor. "Tesla's creator, Xu Fu-Xiao, is about to unveil a groundbreaking new product at the opening ceremony. Major newspapers will be sending reporters to cover it. The manager has already made the arrangements. You'll be with me; you hold the camera, and I'll do the interviews..."
"By the way, I also heard that your cousin Kara Zoel works at Tesla, supposedly in a high-level position. If you go there, you can meet her."
Clark frowned at the mention of Kara.
He never knew how to get along with his blood relatives, and the personality traits they displayed made him very uncomfortable.
Seeing the young man's anxiety, Louise went over to comfort him and said...
"Don't overthink it. Since she's decided to go back to Earth, she should be there. But you can ask her about Krypton, since that's where you were born."
Clark nodded slightly.
"Okay, let's hear your opinion."
Meanwhile, at Wayne Manor in Gotham City.
Alfred pushed open the bedroom door, deftly drew the curtains, opened the doors and windows, waited for half a minute, and then turned to Bruce Wayne, who was yawning while covering his mouth with his hand, and began to speak.
“Last night, I received a call from a woman who called herself Jennifer, saying that you had been kidnapped. I asked her what happened, and she said that you suddenly disappeared while you were out with him, and she was very worried and didn’t know if I should call the police…” he said, pausing deliberately before continuing.
“Young Master Wayne, I don’t object to your righteous cause of fighting crime, but as a well-mannered gentleman, please pay the bill before you leave. Not every hot girl can afford a candlelight dinner that costs three thousand dollars.”
Bruce Wayne rubbed his hair and said with a puzzled look.
I paid the bill when I left last night.
"Sure?"
"Of course, a check for three thousand dollars and a tip of one hundred and fifty dollars, I remember it very clearly."
"it is good!"
Alfred's lips twitched involuntarily: "Looks like I'll have to call Sheriff Gordon. Gotham City is getting more and more out of control."
As he spoke, he placed the breakfast on the table and took out an invitation.
"This is from SHOE Company. Their boss, Xu Fu-Xiao, a 17-year-old who has already founded two other companies, wants to invite you to the industrial exhibition held on the opening day."
Chapter 1135 Will the young master help?
Bruce Wayne opened the invitation, glanced at it briefly, then placed it on the table, and then...
"How is Xu Fuxiao doing?"
"It has been tested."
Alfred poured hot coffee into a cup and handed it to her: "He is the grandson of Zhang Lingxiao, the former chairman of the Hongmen. He has a very high reputation in the Hongmen gang in China. Many people believe that he is the successor of the Hongmen. In addition, he also founded the Young Master Gang."
"Will the young master help?"
Bruce vaguely remembered the name. "Is it the one from Seaside City?"
Alfred nodded: "It is said that Xu Fu-Xiao is exceptionally talented. At the age of eleven, he possessed wisdom comparable to that of an adult. He set rules, followed rules, and led a group of young people to sweep away all the Yamaguchi-gumi forces in the western United States in just two years. Countless gang leaders have died at his hands. It is said that he even created a hunting game specifically for his enemies."
"Hunting? What does that mean?"
"It's like throwing a person into a place and letting his men hunt. Whoever finds and kills the target first gets half of the target's wealth."
Bruce's eyes widened even more.
"really?"
Alfred shook his head with a serious expression: "11 These reports all come from investigations. I don't know the specifics of how they were conducted, but what is certain is that Xiao Zhiguo has absolute dominance in the West Coast underworld. When those bandits hear the name of Young Master Xiao, it's like seeing the Grim Reaper. Few dare to mess with him."
“That’s a very dangerous type, Master Wayne. I advise you to give up the idea of buying SHOE. He won’t agree.”
"No!"
Bruce raised his hand: "The acquisition plan will not stop. I want to meet this young man and see what kind of person he is."
...
Time passed slowly, and before we knew it, the day of the opening ceremony had arrived.
Thanks to the publicity from major media outlets, even before the exhibition opened, many kind-hearted people who had heard the news had already gathered around, some of whom were fans. Judging from their clothes, they seemed to be shoe bloggers.
At eight o'clock in the morning, Xu Fu hurriedly finished his breakfast and said to Linda, who was sitting next to him, while changing his tie.
"Today is a formal occasion, so dress formally. After all, you're my right-hand woman."
Linda whined and cursed loudly.
“I should have known I shouldn’t have gone with you, descendant of the El family, but I really have to do your odd jobs. So many documents, a whole table full, I have to deal with them. Xu Fu-Xiao, you’re not going to hire some newbies, are you? If this keeps up, I’m quitting.”
"Shut up! Go to the bedroom, time is running out."
The girl glanced at him with despair, then ran quickly into the bedroom and appeared in front of Xu Fu the next second. She changed her clothes, looked at herself in the mirror, feeling happy inside, but her face was expressionless.
"It's so ugly, it's not pretty at all."
Xu Fu ignored her, got dressed, and went out.
The car was ready and waiting outside the villa. The two arrived at the company, met the new person in charge, and headed straight to the meeting room.
"Billy, how's the process going? Is everything alright?"
Sweating profusely, Billy handed Xu Fu a program schedule.
"Everything is rehearsed, everything is going smoothly, and most importantly, you really don't need to prepare a speech."
Xu Fu smiled and shook his head: "I've never written anything like this before, from childhood to adulthood."
At that moment, two men in military uniforms walked towards them.
"Mr. Xiao, General Ruian would like to speak with you."
Xu Fu handed the document back to Billy and said casually.
"Where is he?"
Second-floor conference room
Xu Fu nodded slightly, turned and walked towards the building. Linda, as his personal secretary, naturally followed closely behind. The two arrived at the conference room on the second floor, pushed open the door, and saw five elderly men in military uniforms, their chests adorned with medals, sitting side by side under the bright lights.