The richest man starts with a blind box

Chapter 250 We Are Not Worse Than White People

"This is the method of bidding!" Huang He smiled slightly. Bidding is a uniform method used by domestic government projects.

Don't look at this kind of competition that does not seem to be in the open, it seems that it will not be too fierce, but in fact, this kind of competition in the dark is no less fierce than auctions.

Huang He accompanied the boss of the company to participate in two relevant biddings. As a result, in the quotation process, he was constantly worried that his quotation would be higher than the opponent's, and then lost the opportunity. In the end, he insisted on quoting a price that was slightly lower than the cost price. A little price out.

And this is not a special case, but the normalization of bidding. For many companies with no iron relationship, their bidding is to break the cost price, so they have such a slight chance.

This time was the same. After hearing that Reed Hastings actually planned to use this bidding method, many investors at the scene began to struggle.

They began to calculate how much the price was in other people's minds, and how much they should add to it.

But after thinking about it, if I add money, others will definitely add money, so I have to add more money!

As a result, Huang He couldn't help but see that many white people blushed. They looked at the other people around them one after another, wanting to know the other party's bottom line and quotation.

But at this time, even if you tell the other party your quotation, others may not necessarily believe the price, so it becomes even more entangled.

On the stage, Reed Hastings looked at the group of hesitant investors with a smile on his face. This is the result he wanted, and I believe there will be a pretty good price this time. born.

Suddenly, Reed Hastings' pupils locked tightly, because he realized that the first person who went to the envelope to receive the envelope and banknotes had appeared, and this person was actually a black man.

"Stunning!" Reed Hastings snorted softly. He had actually seen this black man a long time ago, and knew that he was the president of the Western Mustang Investment Company.

Although Reed Hastings has never heard of this company at all, this company is legal and has complete procedures, so Reed Hastings cannot violate his own rules and keep people away thousands of miles away , can only be out of sight.

"Forget it, there can't be any good price anyway!" Reed Hastings muttered inwardly, and then the black man began to pick up a pen and write.

And this made Reed Hastings suddenly a little surprised, because judging from the gesture of the black man holding the pen, this is simply a person who doesn't often hold a pen.

This guy is very young. Normally, he should be studying in a university. He is a person who needs to hold a pen every day, but he looks so unfamiliar in the end. He is obviously a guy who dropped out of school early. God knows how such a guy became The president of an investment company?
If this is a novel about a domineering president, De Hastings will definitely say "Congratulations, Negro, you have successfully aroused my curiosity!"

Soon, the black man dropped the finished envelope into the mailbox, and many white people saw that the first place was snatched by a black man. When they were not as courageous as a black man, they were a little upset and decided to To save face as a white man, he began to offer offers one after another, which made Reed Hastings feel a little bit pained.

He originally wanted to let this atmosphere brew a bit more, so that he could raise the offer, but in the end, he was ruined by this little black man.

"Boss, my task is completed, there is nothing wrong with it!" Returning to his previous position, little Swift asked cautiously.

"No, you did very well!" Huang He laughed.

"Sir, can I interview you?" At this moment, a voice suddenly came to mind. Little Swift looked up and found that it was a black reporter, holding a microphone to himself.

"gentlemen……"

"Don't expose my identity, you can say whatever you want!" Little Swift wanted to consult Huang He's opinion, but Huang He just whispered something in her ear, and took Leng Zhiruo away , leaving little Swift to accept the reporter's interview with a stiff face.

Well, because this reporter is also black, little Swift can speak smoothly, otherwise, if it were a white man, he would have to start rapping.

At the beginning, the reporter asked some very routine questions. Little Swift is actually a very smart person, so he used clichés to muddle through.

But after a while, the reporter started to ask little Swift about his personal situation, which hit little Swift's heartache, and then he began to tell about how difficult his childhood was, which made the reporter cry .

When the reporter asked him how he became the president of this investment company, little Swift was a little silly, and finally said that the company's money is not his, but a rich man who has taken a fancy to his ability , He took the initiative to invite him to become the president of the company and be in charge of the company's operations. It was very fake at first glance.

It is a nonsense thing to invite a black man who has just turned 18 to be the president of an investment company, but little Swift can't think of other reasonable explanations other than this answer.

But miraculously, the reporter seemed to believe it, and said very excitedly that he has always believed that black people are the best race in the world, and that Swift's ability to become an investor is evidence or something, he must Let the black brothers know that black people can also be investors.

Little Swift also seemed to feel the same way, and then tried a way to get away from the reporter, found Huang He again, and told Huang He all about the interview process just now.

"It doesn't matter, at most it's just a report that doesn't hurt or itch, as long as it doesn't involve me, it's fine!" Huang He said indifferently, but changes and turning points, or the wheel of history, unconsciously The direction has been adjusted slightly.

At around 10 o'clock in the evening, Reed Hastings estimated that the bidding was almost over, so he asked people to open all the envelopes in the mailbox, tidy them up, and handed them all to Reed Hastings.

Reed Hastings still looked at the offers one by one, and found that the quotations generally ranged from $5 million to $000 million.

This price was expected by Reed Hastings, and it was also the most fair and reasonable price, but it was still far from the capital investment Reed Hastings wanted.

"Oh, the old Sanders is willing to pay $9 million!" Reed Hastings finally saw a price that exceeded his expectations. If nothing else, the old Sanders was among the three. of a place.

However, Reed Hastings continued to look down calmly, and on the fourth sheet from the bottom, he saw another offer of 4 million US dollars, which was from Kodoko.

"Is the highest price 9 million U.S. dollars?" Reed Hastings was slightly disappointed. This is already the fourth last paper, and there should be no higher offer.

Then Reed Hastings began to look at it casually, until he saw the crooked English numbers written on the last piece of paper, and Reed Hastings trembled subconsciously.

"Everyone, thank you for your great love for me. Today's dinner is over. Please invite the old Mr. Sanders, the representative of Kodoko, and the representative of the Western Mustangs to come to my study for a gathering." !” Reed Hastings took a deep breath, and then said.

"Wow, this time the old Sanders paid for it!"

"Kodoko really has a new funder recently!" It's no surprise that any company can be selected, but what is the Western Mustang Company?

Everyone began to look around, wanting to see who the representative of the Mustang Company was.

At this time, representatives of Old Sanders and Kodoko had already entered the room. They were originally tall and had one or two subordinates with them, but these subordinates were stopped by the waiters at the door, and only the representative himself entered.

"Sir, what should I do!" Little Swift asked Huang He in a panic. He didn't have the guts to face three white men alone, which was really terrifying.

"It's okay!" Huang He smiled slightly, "Just go in, they can't possibly eat you!"

"But they definitely want me to talk about business philosophy, I don't understand these things at all!" Little Swift said in horror.

"It's okay, I'll teach you how to say it!" Huang He quickly whispered a few words in little Swift's ear.

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"Mr. Western Broncos, are you still in the arena?" At this moment, a waiter urged, and then Swift hurried up, and everyone was surprised to find that the black man who was the first to bid He was selected successfully, what the hell is this?

And the black reporter excitedly took out his camera and snapped snaps at little Swift, recording a memorable moment in black history.

On the other side, full of apprehension, little Swift entered Reed Hastings' study room, found a seat at the farthest side, and sat down tremblingly.

The other two investors at the scene glanced at little Swift in surprise, then turned their heads away in disdain.

Although they didn't know exactly how this black man got in, there was absolutely no way they would lose to such a black man who didn't even have any hair.

"Ahem, gentlemen, please talk about how you think Netflix will develop in the future!" Reed Hastings asked calmly, and then the representatives of Old Sanders and Kodoko, They all began to talk endlessly, discussing the development direction that Netflix should have in their minds, and how to operate it. Everyone seemed to have a lot to say, and they couldn’t finish it in 20 minutes. Hastings had to interrupt them politely.

"What do you think, Mr. Sanders?" asked Reed Hastings.

"I think!" Little Sanders cleared his throat, and at the same time calmed himself down, and then said the words that echoed countless times in his mind, "I don't understand Netflix, but I do, Reed Ha Mr. Stings must be the person who knows Netflix best, so I just pay for it, and leave the rest to you, Mr. Reed Hastings, to decide!"

Old Sanders: ...

Kodoko: ...

The next day, a newspaper in California with mainly black readers published an astonishing news, that is, the pride among blacks, the president of West Mustang Investment Company, Swift Jr., has successfully become the most popular Netflix recently. company's investors.

Little Swift achieved this result only after defeating dozens of white investors, which proves that black people are also the best in the field of investment and finance, and we are no worse than white people.

(End of this chapter)