"Tuk tuk!"
"Tuk tuk!"
At the headquarters of Eskenazi Co., Ltd., executive president Giuseppe Eskenazi is holding a senior management meeting in the conference room to discuss ways to overcome difficulties.
During this period of time surrounded by troubles, he was in a bad mood. Just when he was speaking, the sound of a hurried knock on the door planned his thoughts. He frowned and said in an angry tone: "Come in. !"
As soon as the voice fell, a subordinate walked in with a panic expression, and said: "Chairman, something has happened. Just received the news from the exchange that Bright Fund holds 33.5% of the company's shares and became a company. The second largest shareholder."
The frizzy Giuseppe Eskenazi who had originally wanted to count his subordinates was shocked. He suddenly stood up from his seat, and other senior officials also stood up with solemn expressions and looked at the reporter.
"Are you sure there is nothing wrong?"
Giuseppe Eskenazi looked serious and looked at the reporting subordinates like a knife.
"Chairman, I have confirmed it more than three times, and there is absolutely no mistake."
The subordinate mustered up the courage and replied firmly.
The words of his subordinates dispelled his last glimmer of hope. Thinking of the seriousness of the matter, Giuseppe Eskenazi did not have any thoughts for a meeting.
"The meeting is aborted!"
He dropped these words and walked out of the conference room quickly.
Ten minutes later, Giuseppe Eskenazi confirmed the news and mobilized contacts to learn about the foundation of the Bright Fund, his heart sank suddenly.
Just before he could think about what to do, a letter from Guangming Fund was presented to him, with a line written on it-takeover invitation!
He just turned it over and saw a part of it, and his face turned blue, panting like an ox, obviously burning with anger in his heart.
The company is the core asset of the family and it is absolutely impossible to sell to Bright Fund. The other party wants to buy it, it is pure dream!
Giuseppe Eskenazi directly refused.
Just thinking that the Bright Fund had acquired 33.5% of the equity without knowing it, he was frustrated.
During this period of time, he had suffered from blood mold for eight lifetimes. First, he was caught in a whirlpool of public opinion and his business was in a quagmire. Now there is another evil wolf, and he cannot relax for a moment.
Could it be that the previous dilemma was caused by the Bright Fund?
Such a thought flashed in his mind, the more he thought about it, the more likely she was, she couldn't help but fall into deep thought...
Of course, George Berkeley could not act on only one target alone. After sending someone to Eskenazi Co., Ltd. to send a takeover offer, he went to the headquarters of Sotheby's Auction House.
He followed the principle of his boss, Xia Yu, courtesy first, and every word was like a sharp knife hanging over the head of Sotheby's auction house chairman Sam Nelson, exerting heavy pressure on him.
After only half an hour, Sam Nelson's face became a little distorted, like anger, sadness, and loss. The mixture of emotions made George Berkeley feel strange.
Seeing Sam Nelson's appearance, he gave him a lot of time to calm down thinking, leaving a sentence that he would come again tomorrow morning, then waved his sleeve and turned away.
After George Berkeley left, the current chairman Sam Nelson sat in the revolving boss chair with the back of the chair facing the office door. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he stared blankly at the vehicles on the road downstairs and the pedestrians coming home from get off work. , The afterglow of the setting sun cast on his face.
Ron Eric, the general manager standing behind him, seemed to feel a sense of depression and sadness emanating from Sam Nelson.
Having witnessed the whole process with his own eyes, he understood the chairman's mood very well.
But he knows that he can't get involved in this kind of thing. He is just a professional manager. The only special point is that he has been at Sotheby's auction house for almost 15 years, which is indispensable for the rise of Sotheby's auction house. An obliterated contribution.
For a long time, Sam Nelson said in a somewhat depressed tone: "Ron, I did not expect that there would be such a day when financial pirates like to use the money in their hands to **** everything from others. I have seen many such things, but I did not expect to have One day will fall on me."
Ron Eric comforted: "Chairman, fate is always so miraculous, you don't have to be so pessimistic, things are not terrible yet..."
Just when he said this, his words stopped abruptly, as if he didn't know how to continue, or that he didn't even believe what he said.
Sam Nelson seemed to want to drive. He turned around to look at Ron Eric, shaking his head and smiling bitterly: "You don't have to comfort me. The Bright Fund holds 58.7% of the equity. I don't have any chance to resist. I am at an absolute disadvantage, and the result of confrontation will only be that I will be diluted and annexed by wealth."
Speaking of this, he was silent for a long time, and said regretfully: "I just regret finding out that it was late..."
"Maybe this is my final destination. Twenty years ago, I was the owner of Sotheby's auction house. The only difference is that my equity is not as high as Bright Fund, and the methods are relatively mild..."
"Maybe I should be happy, the Bright Fund is not too cold, at least it gave me the price before the stock price fell, and selling them to them can be more than two million pounds more than the current market value heard Sam. Nelson said to himself, Ron Eric was mixed.
"Ron, we have been working together for fifteen years. You are my old friend. Now I have earned more than two million pounds. I think you should congratulate me."
"It's been a long time since I went to Dakto's restaurant. I am about to forget what his steak is like. Are you interested in trying it tonight?"
Looking at Sam Nelson's expectant gaze, Ron Eric sighed inwardly, smiled and said, "Of course I am interested."
After that, the two clocked in and got off work and went to Dakto Restaurant in Fulham District.
That night, in a top-class box of Dakto’s restaurant, one person was so drunk that he was still talking about it, the other was listening quietly...
That night, Julian Robertson picked up the phone in the room to make an international call. Soon after, his wife Rebecca answered the phone.
After some greetings, Julian Robertson talked about telling his wife what happened in the past few days and his decision.
"My dear, I have investigated his information in the past two days. Apart from his yellow race identity, he is definitely a perfect investor... I think with my current reputation and contacts, I can hardly find such a Great support and trust of investors..."
"My dear, thank you for your support and encouragement. For you and your children, I will definitely succeed. Please trust me and love you..."
After hanging up the phone, Julian Robertson shook his fist. With his wife's understanding and support, he finally released all the burdens.
"I have no reason to fail!"
With a low growl, Julian Robertson's eyes were full of firmness and confidence, as well as boundless expectations for the future.
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