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

Chapter 1192 1181. Liars

"Boss Liu, I took them to visit five factories these days. We have basically finished visiting the small factories. How is your side? ... Oh, five days, right? Okay, no problem... Haha, if you say so, then I am really asking for too much... This is a good thing, no trouble, no trouble, thank you for giving me the opportunity... Okay, don't worry, wait for my good news..."

Xu Ruijie hung up the phone in the hotel garden and lit a cigarette.

After taking two puffs, he couldn't help but curl his lips upwards and happily blew out a smoke ring.

Just then, a person appeared next to me and handed me an open cigarette box.

"Dear Xu, you are so leisurely, try mine."

Xu Ruijie turned his head and saw that it was one of the foreign businessmen this time, Federico, President of LVMH Group Asia Pacific, an Italian from Corsica, France, who loved fine wine, delicious food and telling Roman jokes.

Because the Italians in Corsica don't get along with the Italians in Rome.

All in all, he's a happy single guy who's easy to get along with.

Xu Ruijie smiled, put out the cigarette in his hand, took out a cigarette from the other person's cigarette box, and lit them for both of them.

While puffing on a cigarette, Federico asked casually, "Xu, you know Corsica used to belong to Italy, but was given to France. The French forced us to learn French, but the Italians always called us "Little Italy". But do you know the result?"

"What's the result?" Xu Ruijie asked back.

"As a result, we curse the French in French and curse the Italians in Italian, hahahahaha~~~" Federico laughed heartily.

Are the French also making fun of it this time?
Xu Ruijie...subway, old people, mobile phones.

I really don't understand what's so funny about Corsicans.

But you still have to laugh along.

Laughed for a while.

Federico put away his smile, looked at Xu Ruijie and said, "Dear Xu, we are friends."

It's a declarative sentence...
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Half an hour later.

Bianchi's room.

Federico knocked on the door and came in.

Bianchi immediately asked anxiously: "Feder, is that Oriental man trustworthy?"

Fede is the short name of Federico, and only close friends can be called that.

No wonder Bianchi is anxious.

He and Federico have been here for four days. Since they arrived in Zhejiang first, Federico said this is the largest gathering place for small commodity production, so they first inspected the perfume bottles.

Perfume OEM has to go to other provinces.

Bianchi agreed.

Xu Ruijie is also very responsible. He took them to visit seven glass factories in the past few days.

The scales are large and small. Bianchi really opened my eyes. There are so many patterns and colors, the craftsmanship is good, the scale is large, and it is very cheap.

A perfume bottle can easily cost less than ten dollars, and some can even cost less than three dollars.

Of course, the better the quality, the more expensive it is.

But the best are not up to the drunkard’s standards.

The drunkard's are glass, and these are made of glass.

When visiting the fourth house, Bianchi had already hinted that what he was looking for was a glass texture, double-layered, suitable for interior painting, and with gradient colors.

The truth will soon be revealed.

But Xu Ruijie took them to see the same glass factory later.

Bianchi couldn't help but feel suspicious, so he assigned Federico to find out...

Federico lived up to expectations and really "found out" the news.

"Mr. Bianchi, your concerns are very accurate. Our greedy little friend wants two million dollars." Federico said in a relaxed tone, dropping a bomb.

"Two million dollars for one piece of news!!!" Bianchi was not angry but shocked.

Federico shrugged and smiled. "Our little friend is very smart. He figured out that we were looking for the drunkard's bottle."

"How did he know?" Bianchi looked at Federico with a cold face.

As if he felt that his attitude was wrong, he added: "Insider?" Federico laughed, "No, no, no, because only drunks use similar bottles. And we are from LVMH."

Bianchi knew he was thinking wrong, but there was nothing he could do. Foreigners coming to China for investment and procurement must apply for a business visa, and the business visa must state their identity information and the reason for their visit to China.

He needs to sign a contract and cannot use a tourist visa.

"What's his attitude? Is two million an excuse for us to leave?" Bianchi asked again.

I'm already getting angry. Why is it so difficult to get something done?
And Federico continued to laugh, which upset Bianchi.

"No, no, no, he is a businessman who controls scarce resources. His best option is to exchange them for profits."

"Free information. Even in the East, there are only four factories that can produce similar products. And we need to select these four from more than three thousand factories."

What I mean is that I have to rely on Xu Ruijie.

Bianchi was even more annoyed, "So he wants two million?"

“No, no, no.” Federico shook his finger.

"Two million dollars is an investment, buying 5% of his company's preferred stock, with priority dividend rights but no voting rights. You can sign a bet agreement and withdraw according to the market value or % interest after three years."

"I looked into his business. It's a good business, worth investing in, but not worth 20 million. It's between 12 million and 15 million."

After Federico's explanation.

Bianchi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This Federico, he is still joking at this time.

The sudden shock makes people feel uneasy.

"He wants us to help him prop up the valuation," Bianchi said, pointing out the key point.

He would definitely not be willing to pay $2 million himself, even if he gritted his teeth.

But if it comes to investment, the brand merger and investment department is already in his hands. Even a small investment of only two million US dollars does not need to be reported and can be approved by himself.

"Promise him." Bianchi made the decision directly.

Federico smiled and nodded, "As you wish."

After saying that, he was about to leave.

But Bianchi stopped him again.

He asked solemnly: "Mr. Federico, are we friends?"

Investment is a small matter, but Federico is a big matter.

Bianchi is completely in the dark in the East and has to rely on the president of the Asia-Pacific region for everything.

Federico has been busy these days without putting forward any conditions, which aroused Bianchi's suspicion.

Federico did not answer directly, but said this.

"Mr. Arnaud is old. Mr. Antoine wishes to establish your friendship."

Bianchi suddenly understood, understood, understood everything.

Antoine is Arnaud's oldest son.

Arnault is indeed old. Will his heir be his eldest son, his second son, or his most favored eldest daughter?
Bianchi had no idea about the position of president because his last name was not Arnault.

It seems that with Arnault's failure this time and his obvious aging, several alternative successors are already ready to make a move.

It turns out that Federico, the president of the Asia-Pacific region, is actually the eldest son's man.

The eldest son and the eldest princess are definitely not of the same kind.

But he, Bianchi, had a grudge against Jacques from the eldest princess's faction.

This creates room for cooperation.

Young Master, you don't want the second-in-command of the group to side with your opponent, do you?
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Leave Bianchi's room.

Federico sneered.

"Oh, people from the upper class are always so naive. I, Federico, am no one's, but I can be anyone's..."

(End of this chapter)