Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 419 The Taker

"Ryan, the British Royal Family has a military camp in Mali. They have 600 soldiers, and you have no roots there, so they can't withdraw!"

Leslie frowned. From what Ryan said, he was determined to enter this project. But if Sean didn't fall for it, Ryan himself would definitely not be a match for the British Royal Family. But then his brows relaxed. He seemed to be stuck in a dead end. What did Ryan's situation have to do with him?

After all, the two of them only reached some verbal agreements, and they did not really have a deep friendship. Moreover, if the Habsburg family really dared to compete with the British royal family, they would be seriously injured by then, and he might be able to take the opportunity to eat a piece of the Habsburg family's meat. For the Capet family, it is obviously more beneficial than harmful. As for Sean, that peasant, he would be dealt with sooner or later.

Leslie thinks highly of Sean, but is also wary of him. After all, he has known him for such a long time, and he knows too well how dangerous Sean is. But Sean lacks background after all, and there will still be plenty of opportunities to deal with him in the future.

"If there is no foundation, then let's lay one. I will discuss this matter with Sean. I believe that as long as his interests are not affected, he will not refuse me. Then I will take the opportunity to drag him into the water. Leslie, what you have to do is to take action at the critical moment. If this is successful, I hope that the shares of RFG Group will be redistributed. I want 80% of the shares of RFG Group!"

Ryan's eyes were gleaming with ferocity, like a hungry wolf waiting to devour its prey, revealing his sharp white fangs with fleshy filaments.

"NoNoNo, I will take action at the critical moment, but 20% is too little. It will make me lose more than I gain. Ryan, you can't do it alone. Sean is a strong elephant, not an ant that can be crushed at will. We have to share the food!"

Leslie's eyes lit up when he heard that. Ryan's method was indeed feasible. As long as he could take the opportunity to drag Sean into the water, Sean would be the first to bear the brunt of the pressure from the British Royal Family. Because his base was in Mali, the British Royal Family would naturally focus on taking care of him. But if he could only get 20% of the shares in the end, it would be too little for him.

You should know that this is not just dry stock with the right to dividends, but real stock with decision-making power.

According to Ryan, in addition to him and Ryan, the RFG Group now also has a Chinese Chamber of Commerce that owns 5% of the shares. If the shares are redistributed, the Chinese Chamber of Commerce may not give up the 5% it already has. Ryan wants 80% at once, which means only 15% is left for the Capet family. Not to mention that Leslie would not agree to this, even those gentlemen of the British Empire would never agree to it. How could they work for nothing and make wedding dresses for the Capet and Habsburg families?

But that's how things are, you raise the price and then bargain on the spot, first mentioning an outrageous number and then making concessions little by little until you finally reach a level that everyone can accept.

"Haha, Leslie, the Habsburgs are taking the biggest risk in this matter, so we should have a bigger share. How about this, 70%, the 5% in the hands of the Chinese will remain the same, and the remaining 25% can be shared between you and the British. How about that?"

Ryan had a hint of mockery on his face.

Still want RFG shares?
It’s still unclear who will be the one being eaten by then!

But now he really needs to pretend to be more convincing. After all, he has to paralyze the other party first. No one is a fool. If he behaves too obviously, he will inevitably be noticed to be wrong.

Of course, if there is a chance to share the RFG Group in the future, he will definitely not mind. Sean's RFG Group is also a big piece of fat meat with huge development potential.

And now for Ryan, no matter whether it is Ryan or Leslie, the words of these two people are not credible. He has no way of telling how much truth and how much falsehood there are in their words, but that is not important, so as long as it is in his interest, it is fine.

"Sixty percent. Sixty percent will be divided between me and the British. You still have forty percent in your hands. You will still be the largest shareholder of RFG. If it's too little, the British will not agree. They are not so easy to get rid of!"

Leslie gritted his teeth, he also knew that if the other party really did this, the pressure they would face would definitely be greater than his, and if they were not careful, they might even get themselves involved, so it was understandable to ask for more, but he absolutely could not let the other party gain absolute control over the entire RFG Group, so giving the other party 40% of the shares was the best distribution plan. The three of them combined would have more shares than the other party. In this way, no matter what Ryan wanted to do, he would have to discuss it with them in a friendly manner.

We are not all one of them. If one of them speaks too loudly, it may make the development of the group smoother, but it is definitely not a good thing for them. They care about their personal interests. As for how the RFG Group develops, that is not important, as long as it can provide military protection.

"Fifty percent, I want fifty percent!"

Ryan's tone was firm. With 50% of the shares, he would be able to dominate the market alone, and the other parties could at most compete with him if they united. As the party that contributed the most and faced the greatest pressure, it was understandable that he wanted 50% of the shares. If he accepted 40%, the other party would probably think there was something fishy.

You know, if he only got 40% of the shares, he wouldn't need those Chinese. As long as the Capet family united with the British royal family, the shares they held would exceed his. This was obviously unreasonable and not in his interest.

"Okay, 50 percent. The rest will be split between me and those people on whom the sun never sets!"

Leslie understood the key after a brief thought. He knew that at this point, the other party would never give in again, so he no longer asked for more.

"Very good, then I wish us all the best and a happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation!"

After hanging up the phone, Ryan called his assistant.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

Ryan's assistant was a tall, capable-looking woman wearing a black women's suit.

"Lucia, help me contact Schwechat International Airport. I need to fly to Abu Dhabi and ask them to prepare my private jet."

Ryan ordered.

"Okay, Master. I'll contact them now. Do you have any other instructions?"

Lucia nodded, took note of the other party's instructions, and then asked.

"No, go get ready."

"Okay, Master."

The full name of Schwechat International Airport is Vienna Schwechat International Airport. It is located 18 kilometers southeast of Vienna, the capital of Austria. It is the largest and most luxurious international airport in Austria. Ryan's private plane is parked there, and there is an exclusive berth belonging to the Habsburg family.

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Luxembourg, Hugo International Hotel, Fiona stood in front of the floor-length mirror, letting the servants fiddle with her makeup and wedding dress. Her long red hair remained the same, but her face was always a little melancholy. She was no longer as lively and enthusiastic as before. It seemed that getting married was a very helpless and painful thing for her. "Hi, dear, you are so beautiful today!"

A gentleman with neatly combed golden hair, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a well-made and well-tailored suit walked in from outside.

"Who let you in? Get out!"

Fiona felt annoyed when she heard the voice, and turned around and scolded the other person rudely.

"Uh... honey, I just want to see your beauty for the first time."

The smile on the gentleman's face froze when he heard this, then returned to normal, but a hint of gloom flashed across his eyes.

"I said, I don't want to see you now, get out!"

Fiona's eyebrows were raised, and she didn't have a good look at the other person at all. She picked up the hair dryer and threw it at him with an annoyed look.

"Uh... well, you go ahead and do your work..."

The gentleman was hit on the forehead by a hair dryer. Although the skin was not broken, a small bump appeared. However, he did not dare to show his dissatisfaction at all. He turned around and left the room helplessly. His back looked a little embarrassed, and the gloom in his eyes became even heavier after he turned around.

Damn stinky bitch!
However, he could only curse in his heart. The situation was stronger than the person. For a man like him, marrying a woman from the Capet family was considered marrying up high. If Fiona hadn't been pregnant, he would never have gotten the chance to take advantage of this opportunity in his life. As long as he married her, he would be able to soar to the sky. His company would have unlimited prospects in the future thanks to the support of the Capet family.

He used to go to the same university as Fiona, and he was a celebrity in the school. The difference was that his family background was very ordinary. He used to think that with his own abilities, he would be able to make a good living in the future and start his own business after graduation. However, the lack of funds made it difficult for him to move forward, and he had no choice. He did not have a project that could attract big capital. Even if he did, in the end he could only become a tool for capital to make money. This was definitely not what he wanted. He considered himself to be an ambitious person. On the other hand, Fiona did not need to do anything to have fine clothes and food, live in a manor that he could never afford in his entire life, taste the highest-end wine, and enjoy the flattery of others. This huge gap made him extremely unbalanced and at the same time, he accepted his fate.

Some people win at the starting line, but to reach the finish line they still need to run with all their might, and in the end they may not even see the finish line, and they don't know how far or how long it is. Some people are born at the finish line.

Fortunately, there is always a way out. God gave him a chance, a chance to reach the destination quickly. Fiona's brother found him, and when he heard the other party's conditions, he agreed to the marriage without thinking twice.

Isn't it just being a scapegoat?
Compared to what he got, what's the point of being a scapegoat?
He would do it without hesitation even if he was asked to take the child's surname!

As for the father of the child whom he had never met, he was filled with gratitude in his heart. These guys were his second parents!
"Hey, Cook, you just came out of Fiona's dressing room?"

Leslie came in from outside with a rosy face. When he saw Cook coming towards him, he saw the small bump on his forehead and his disheveled look. He asked with a strange look on his face. He knew very well what his sister's attitude was towards this cheap brother-in-law. She beat and scolded him at every turn and didn't treat him as her fiancé at all.

But he didn't care. The fact that the other party could marry his sister was a blessing earned through countless generations. So what if he was beaten and scolded a little?
If the matter wasn't urgent, this peasant wouldn't have had a chance. Moreover, as they were all peasants, this guy wasn't even worthy of carrying Sean's shoes in his eyes.

Although Leslie now regards Sean as an enemy, it does not prevent him from admiring Sean as a person. How many mud-legged people in the world can struggle to emerge from the mud?

"Uh... yes Leslie, Fiona might need a while..."

Cook touched his forehead to hide his embarrassment, but this action seemed a little funny in Leslie's eyes.

"Okay, you go first, I'll go in and take a look."

Leslie waved the other person away casually, as if he was shooing away a fly.

"Okay, I'll be out first."

Cook could naturally feel the other party's attitude clearly, but he didn't care. If you want to be a gigolo, you have to be aware of it. The negative emotions in your heart naturally need to be digested by yourself.

Leslie ignored the other person and walked straight into Fiona's dressing room.

"I told you to get out of here! I don't want to see you!"

Who knew that as soon as he entered, Fiona went crazy like a cat whose tail was stepped on. She grabbed a flowerpot beside her and turned around to smash it at the door.

"Shet!"

Caught off guard, Leslie only had time to raise his arms to block it. With a "bang", his forearms were hit and it hurt so much that he almost hit the bull's eye.

"Uh... it's my brother..."

When Fiona saw that it was Leslie who came in, her anger immediately deflated. She thought that the annoying guy had come back, so she reacted so strongly.

"Damn it, Fiona, are you trying to kill your brother?"

Leslie rubbed his arm angrily. He just wanted to share his joy with Fiona and make Fiona happy to hear the news. But who knew that instead of being struck by lightning at the opening, he would be greeted by a flying flower pot!
"No, brother, I just...I thought it was that annoying guy who came in again. You know, I don't like him!"

At this moment, Fiona was like a child who had done something wrong, and she didn't have the slightest bit of the aggressive look she had just had.

"Of course, I know you don't like it, but so what? You should know that you married him just to save your reputation. There's no need to be so upset."

Leslie did not blame Fiona. After all, Fiona was his biological sister and the only relative he had in the world. Even if he was a cold-blooded capitalist, there would always be a little warmth in her.

(End of this chapter)