Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1186 1175. Old Man
After going around in circles, I started from the recipe and ended up back at the recipe.

So how can one formula solve the funding problem?

Bianchi's solution was to forge the facts.

From the perspective of business nature, counterfeiting is completely contrary to the logic of luxury goods
The premium basis of luxury goods is "scarcity", "class symbols" and "brand stories", and the essence of counterfeiting is to destroy these three foundations through "deception".

However, low-cost arbitrage can be used to quickly fill the funding gap.

It can also confuse market perception and damage the reputation of drunk customers in the short term.

Ultimately, embellish the financial statements.

After all, although the reputation of LVMH Group was damaged after the previous battle, the ant that overturned the elephant - Drunkard - gained both fame and fortune.

The drunkard's perfume became a favorite in social circles and a symbol of status.

It's just that because it's too expensive and only sold in one store in Dubai, few people can own it.

But this has increased its scarcity and made people more eager to own it.

What you can't get is the best.

Therefore, if we get the formula at this time and use the channels of LVMH Group before Zui Ke expands, of course, secondary channels such as buyer stores and distribute the products in large quantities, we will definitely make a lot of money and solve the financial crisis.

Well, don’t ask how the crisis came about, just ask whether it can be solved.

I have to say, this guy Bianchi is really talented when it comes to doing these petty and petty thefts.

After listening to Bianchi's plan, Arnault pondered for a long time.

However, the performance report has been falsified and the financial pressure is very serious.

I'm really short of money.

Although the LVMH Group is large, every penny counts.

For example, if a person earns 30,000 yuan a month, it is not low.

But the monthly mortgage is 12,000, the car loan is 3,000, the child care expenses are 6,000, and the daily expenses for family food, entertainment, transportation and other expenses are 5,500.

After deducting all these fixed expenses, only one thousand yuan is left.

Now, the company is in a recession and has cut its salary by 10%, which is only yuan, not much compared to yuan.

Life falls apart.

If you can earn 5,000 yuan from some non-legal side jobs at this time, would you do it or not?
Arnault decided, let’s do it!
Once a person's bottom line is lowered, it will always drop lower.

So now the question is...

"Have you contacted that person?" Arnault asked.

Bianchi looked at his watch and replied, "You can contact me after 13 o'clock. There are still seven minutes."

He also had good intentions and wanted Arno to listen together.

Arno nodded and waited silently.

As a spy, it is natural to be cautious.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally it was 13: Paris Summer Time.

Bianchi immediately took out his cell phone, found the number and dialed it.

Arno frowned and said nothing.

But I made a note in my mind, since I didn't proactively submit my contact information, did you want to use it as a bargaining chip to contact me one-on-one?

The phone rang for a long, long time, but no one answered until it automatically disconnected.

Bianchi smiled awkwardly, "Maybe he didn't hear it, wait a little longer."

After waiting for two minutes, Bianchi couldn't wait any longer and called again.

Still no one answered.

Then the third time, the fourth time...still no one answered.

Bianchi's face turned pale and his whole body was shaking.

The phone number is fake...
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Arno pointed to the door.

Bianchi walked out of the office in a daze.

Arno sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead.

The bottom line has been dropped, face has been lost, expectations have been raised, and the damn phone call is fake.

Isn't this just making the old man suffer?

Which old man can stand such a torment? Arno felt a headache coming on and took out a few pills from the drawer and swallowed them.

Just picked up the glass of water.

The office door was slammed open, giving the old man a fright.

Here we go~~
Well, that saves a sip of water.

His eyeballs almost popped out of his head from choking.

"Who!" Arno turned around angrily.

He faced an even angrier voice, "Father! How could you order financial fraud! If it's discovered, there will be serious consequences!"

The only person who could talk to him like this was his eldest daughter, Delphine.

He is in his forties, but still so energetic.

No wonder the American bumpkin media reported that she is a female elite who is "brave and decisive" and "constantly challenges herself."

And Jacques behind Delphine, why did he come back?

What happened again?
Deal with the eldest daughter first.

"I know the consequences. Your mission is to avoid being discovered. Do it beautifully." Arno replied in a deep voice.

Delphine was not satisfied with her father's answer and continued to argue with him, saying that financial fraud would make investors lose confidence, stock prices would plummet, the group's market value would be lower than its net assets, and it would face the risk of a hostile takeover, and so on.

How could Arnault not be aware of these risks? He has been playing this game since he acquired Dior in the 1980s.

He has led hostile takeovers not just once or twice, but dozens of times.

But isn't there any other solution? Should he really be asked to pay for the hole himself?

Anyway, neither the father nor the daughter could convince the other.

Jacques tried to smooth things over, saying that things had come to this point and we should work together to overcome the difficulties.

Try to be as covert as possible.

For example, they forged "direct purchase orders" from European buyers' stores through affiliated companies, inflated revenue, traded through offshore companies, found a place to do short-term investment related transactions, and used cross-border regulatory loopholes to cover up the flow of funds.

For example, converting the backlog of inventory into an investment project, using the name of brand cultural space, that is, his multi-brand scene experience area, to increase the valuation and reduce the debt-to-asset ratio.

Anyway, it’s purely practical and doesn’t cross the line.

Arnaud was very pleased. Jacques was such a capable man.

With him assisting the hot-tempered Delphine, I feel relieved.

"Mr. Jacques, you suddenly returned to the headquarters. What's the matter?" Arno asked in a friendly manner.

Jacques knew that Arnault had not read his forwarded email, but it didn't matter. He reported again: "You arranged for me to restore the relationship between the Middle Eastern countries and the group. I have done it, but some politicians from several countries hope that you will call them in person."

After saying that, he handed over the documents in his hand.

After opening it, I tapped the note at the bottom.

When Arnault heard this, he was immediately relieved.

Looking at the notes again, it said that there was no need to admit mistakes and the other party would not admit mistakes. They only talked about friendship, weather, scenery, horse racing and football.

I see. Both sides should save face and give each other a way out, and let this matter go.

Arnault was very satisfied and readily agreed to make the call himself.

After obtaining consent, Jacques picked up the phone on Arnault's desk and dialed the number quickly.

But the people over there are politicians, so there are many rules and they have to transfer things layer by layer.

Arnault was even more satisfied.

After finally contacting the person in question, Jacques handed the phone to Arnault, who exchanged some pleasantries with the other end through an interpreter.

We chatted for a very long time.

Arnault really didn't expect that the Qatari minister was so talkative. He talked about football endlessly and knew all about Ligue 1 and Serie A.

Isn’t it said that Qatari officials only work one hour a day? Time is very tight. Why spend half an hour chatting and not do their work?
Arnault couldn't hang up the phone first, so he kept chatting.

Just then, the office door opened from the outside.

Arnault's secretary pushed open the door and was about to open his mouth, but immediately closed his mouth when he saw the phone call.

But someone squeezed in behind the secretary, and instead of shutting up, he shouted excitedly: "The president is here first, there's news... why are you here?"

Jacques spread his hands and whispered, "Shouldn't I be here? Mr. Bianchi..."

(End of this chapter)