Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 815 Little John Cries, Makes a Trouble, and Makes a Trouble
Macron inadvertently revealed that he had acquired shares in H51.

Xiangyang didn't blame him.

Come to think of it, he had no idea that he was hiding Little John's secret from me.

I haven't told him either.

After all, in the eyes of his friends, he and Little John were in the same boat, so there was no reason for him not to know this fact, which was enough to make people laugh in their dreams.

But after being betrayed like this, Xiang Yang couldn't help but call him a bad teammate.

"I knew something was fishy." After sending Macron to the meeting place, Little John was not in a hurry to go to Xiangyang's house for a drink.

At the moment, he was not in the mood to drink.

Instead, he drove towards Montmartre.

As the highest hill in Paris, its altitude is only 130 meters, but it is no problem for overlooking the basin of Paris.

When you climb up the Sacre-Coeur, you can also see the Moulin Rouge at the foot of the mountain, as well as the cafes and bars that were once visited by Van Gogh, Picasso and Modigliani.

This place is actually more like an "art village".

After stopping the car, little John, who had been silent all the way, finally spoke.

Like him, Xiangyang also has shares in Hermès Film Investment Company, but how much is that? So it is definitely not what Macron said.

The one that can make so many dignitaries pay attention to their friends must be the newly established group H51.

It’s not about how valuable the group’s shares are, but the meaning behind it.

You can even understand that Xiangyang attended today's dinner on behalf of the entire Hermès Group.

In addition to the HYS sub-brand and investments in film and sports, what has Hermès been busy with recently?
Open a leather goods factory to ensure product supply.

This item alone is expected to create 363 jobs in the first half of the year.

Although there are not many positions, you cannot compare it with jobs with a minimum wage of 1400 Euros.

If this statistic includes related industries such as HYS, movies and sports, there are definitely 600 mid- to high-paying positions.

This means that in just one year, Hermès expanded its workforce by about 10%.

This is a strong support for Saad al-Assad, who is seeking re-election under the banner of "improving the economy."

"Don't hold it in. Just ask if you want to." Xiang Yang said in a calm tone.

On the way here, he thought his friend was going to kidnap him and torture him to extract a confession.

Unexpectedly, I took him to see the scenery.

"I ask, and you tell me?" Little John curled his lips, with a hint of resentment in his tone.

"Let me tell you first, I didn't hide anything from you." Xiang Yang thought this guy was really dramatic, so he said frankly:
"It's not as exaggerated as Macron said. The shares are not much. It was mainly to ensure that I would stay in the group in the future. I only gave 3%."

"How many?"

“3%.”

"3% is not much!" Little John was so excited that there were tears in his eyes.

3% is several billion euros, the annual dividend.
wipe!
I have seen the draft of this year's special dividend.

Thinking about how he would be able to get hundreds of thousands of euros in dividends thanks to the Hermès Film Investment Company after returning, little John really wanted to get out of the car and show off with his friends.

Since Liu Qianqian is not here, there is absolutely no problem for him to fight Xiangyang alone.

When the police come, he will still have something to say.

This guy is drunk and wandering around on the top of the mountain. It's obvious that he is not a good person.
Well, he didn't even think about how to explain to others that they already knew each other.

"3% is indeed not a small amount, but not much either." Xiang Yang had already digested this matter long ago and just stated the facts.

Based on the benefits he has created for Hermès, he can negotiate for 5%.

But it is not necessary.

"You've changed." Little John sniffed and stared at Xiangyang.

“Everyone grows up.”

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"If I had really changed, I wouldn't call you in the middle of the night." Xiangyang felt that Little John was being unreasonable.

Asking Little John to send Macron off is for his own good.

Just because you are so rude, people will be able to bully you in the future like stepping on an ant.

"." Little John's eyes rolled. This was true.

But
Wait, let me clear my nose first.

"Please settle the bill first." At the moment of pulling out the paper, Little John suddenly remembered that Macron had not paid him the taxi fare.

This loss cannot be tolerated.

"Hey~" Xiangyang rolled his eyes at his friend speechlessly. How could he possibly take out money when he didn't even have his wallet? Instead, he said:

"You sent me here in the middle of the night. Aren't you doing this to get revenge on me for letting you walk home?"

"Haha, you guessed right, get off the bus." Little John nodded.

"childish."

Xiangyang tightened his seat belt.

If I walk back home from this shabby place, I may not even be able to see my home door when I wake up tomorrow morning.

"I'm not negotiating with you." Seeing his friend playing tricks, Little John cleared his throat and put on a serious expression.

That year, when Xiangyang confessed his love to her, he didn't consider how he would get home.

What is this called?
A tick for a tick.

It was already quite considerate of me to settle the two matters together with Xiangyang.

"No, it's not safe recently."

Xiangyang shook his head. It was difficult to get a taxi in the dark, and considering the report on TV, he was in no mood to accompany little John in his fits.

If he calculated correctly, Little John would not disappear with just one step on the accelerator.

Instead, she would follow him around, bothering him and checking whether he had taken a taxi or something like that.

Well, this guy has a lot of bad intentions.

"Unsafe?" Little John frowned. He did not deny that the security in Paris was indeed very bad at night.

But if you follow by yourself, there shouldn't be any problem.

"Didn't you watch the news?" Xiang Yang turned his head and asked, "Why didn't you use your brain at all? Why was Macron called to an emergency meeting in the middle of the night?"

"." Little John blinked. He had no intention of thinking about this. "Don't try to change the subject."

"Haha, you only think about money. Balzac should have used you to describe Grandet more vividly."

"Although I am greedy, I am not as heartless as you." Little John naturally would not accept this evaluation, and he also belittled his friend.

Grandet has three main characteristics.

Greed, ruthlessness and cunning. He felt that Xiangyang had at least two of these traits, but greed was not a weakness, because who doesn't like money?

He just likes it more than most people.

"Let's go home. I'll talk to you when we get home." Xiang Yang shrugged and said in a negotiating tone:
"Is it okay to let Shaffer make you a hearty breakfast to soothe your wounded heart?"

Someone is bound to get hurt today.

Why does it have to be myself?

"Her." When Bi Shaffer was mentioned, Little John raised the corner of his mouth with disdain. After pausing, Little John asked back:

"Has she known about this a long time ago?"

"Uh what else?"

"I found out even later than she did! You even helped her by asking me to find someone in Shanghai to settle the bill for you. You're really good."

As he spoke, little John, who had originally calmed down, became excited again.

Xiang Yang let him talk, and after listening to his string of words, he asked coldly:

"I just want to ask you one question, do you want to eat or not?"

"eat."

"Then why are you so talkative?"

"At least I didn't hide my words. You actually deceived your best friend. Would I fight with you for this 3% stake? The most I can do is..."

On the way back, Little John never stopped talking.

It took an hour to go back and forth. He talked about how he and Xiangyang met, what they did together in college, and what kind of help he gave to his friend after he came to France.
The key point is how he assisted Xiangyang in pursuing Liu Qianqian, etc. He sorted out the whole thing from beginning to end, adding fuel to the fire.

It didn't seem like he was saying this to Xiangyang, but more like he was saying it to himself.

As for exaggeration, it's like the 300 million a few days ago.

Everyone knows the truth, but it changes when he says it.

He said he wanted to come back because he was afraid that Xiangyang Investment would fail, and that with this money he could at least help pay off his debts in the future, so that's why he wanted to come back.

If Xiangyang didn't know this guy's temperament very well, he would have almost believed it.

But he was not sure whether what Little John said was true or not, so he asked:

"How about I return it to you now?"

"Okay~"

Little John blurted out
But the matter of 3% H51 shares will certainly not be resolved so easily.

As soon as he entered his friend's house and came to their drinking workshop, Little John got angry when he saw that there were only two bicycles left inside.

"You gave Macron TIME, and you're sending me off with lightning?"

"Go, go, go. I'll customize it for you tomorrow, okay?" Xiangyang said like he was coaxing a child.

"Two wheels alone are not enough, you gave Macron's entire family as a gift." Little John said that his resentment could not be offset by a simple customized TIME.

"I bought Liu a Ferrari." Little John reminded Xiangyang how generous he was to his friends.

After getting the bonus, he gave it away without even frowning.

You have so much in dividends, why don't you buy a valuable custom Ferrari like the one Axel gave you?
"Okay, no problem, four wheels." Xiangyang smiled.

Still want to get a sports car?

"Boss, you have beer and food." Bi Shafer was holding a dozen beers in one hand and a tray in the other.

Her cooking skills were limited, and Xiangyang asked her to make something to eat for little John.

Not throwing a baguette to him directly was already a courtesy to Xiangyang, so on the tray, besides the unevenly cut cheese and some dried fruits, there were a few slices of bread and rolled ham slices.

When Xiangyang saw this, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Put it on the table." Little John glanced at it with disdain and said casually.

Bi Shafer didn't move and looked at Xiangyang as if she didn't hear anything.

"Go to bed early. You've worked hard today." Xiangyang walked over and took it, whispering a word of comfort.

Auntie, please don't join in the fun today.

"Boss, you should also go to bed early." Bi Shafer nodded. "It's already 8 o'clock in the morning in China."

"Okay, I understand." Xiangyang sighed. He actually wanted to rest early.

But with Little John's attitude.
"Get me a bottle and fill it up." Little John acted as if it was a matter of fact and gave orders to his friend as soon as Bi Shaffer left the room.

You dare to let me be the last one to know? Don't blame me for blackmailing you today.

Little John, who had already knocked on a four-wheel sports car, first thought of feeling what it would feel like to have Hermès shareholders pour him a drink.

Maybe this beer will have a stronger malt aroma.

In fact, there is another H51 shareholder who has a good relationship with him.

But Little John didn't dare to ask Axel to pour the wine, in case he was kicked out of the company and it would be a loss.

But bullying friends is
Seeing Xiangyang with a smile on his face, he obediently took the cold beer bottle out of the package, opened it with a "click", and the foam of beer poured out from the opening of the can. Little John swallowed.

He was just about to sit on the sofa in a lazy attitude when he saw Xiangyang drinking loudly.

"Didn't I ask you to pour me some wine?"

"Let me help you taste it first." Xiangyang smiled and prepared to pour the rest into the cup.

After pouring it, he took the glass and started drinking it by himself.

The meaning is obvious: if you want to drink, just get it yourself.

Do you really think you are the boss?
"Just pour me a glass so I can brag to my dad when I get home." Little John sat up straight and restrained himself.

"What do you and your dad have to brag about?" Xiang Yang asked curiously.

"It's not all because of you."

Little John pouted.

A lot of things happened in their home during the past few days when he was not in Paris.

As soon as she came back, she heard from Laura that the art gallery under the investment group run by Princess Moza wanted to buy many of their family's collections from her father.

The asking price is not low.

Well, if you say that although it is true that Moza is praised for investing in art, Little John would never believe it if the premium is not for another gold mine in JCE's hands.

When this "gold mine" was mentioned, Little John's heart sank.
"Xiang, how about."

Suddenly remembering something, Little John changed his previous attitude and walked over from the sofa in a smug manner.

When he came to Xiangyang, he stopped playing the victim.

Instead, he put on a pleasing smile and said:
"How about you pour me a glass of wine as my reward for helping you serve as a director of the board of directors?
Listen to me, there is no one better qualified for this job than me."

(End of this chapter)