People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

Chapter 311 Such a good thing? (Seeking monthly votes)

Around 10 a.m., in a Battery City apartment in Manhattan.

Don Quixote was in the living room reviewing the Mercedes-Benz endorsement terms confirmation document that Kim Ho-eun had prepared the day before.

Business dealings following the Super Bowl are now in full swing, with the first installment of the 4-year, $2 million Mercedes-Benz contract reaching $5000.

Everything needs to be completed as soon as possible.

Li Wei was lying in the living room playing on his phone.

"Li Wei, take a look at this."

Don Quixote suddenly said.

"Wait a minute," Li Wei said lazily, "I'm feeling a bit better."

"?" Don Quixote looked at Livy with a puzzled expression. "What are you talking about? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I feel a bit better," Li Wei stretched. "You guys can handle the business matters. Don't ask me too many questions. I trust you."

After the Super Bowl, he no longer had to play games, train, or clock in.

Aside from studying the textbook content he had already memorized, his daily tasks consisted of playing on his phone, playing games, shopping, doing shameless things with Anya, looking at Elizabeth's selfies that she sent and then deleted every day, and then continuing to do shameless things with Anya.

It's so comfortable, I can only say I'm completely absorbed in it and don't want to leave. Why bother playing ball? It doesn't add any attributes and doesn't cost much money.

After LW beverages became a success, Boss Li's net worth skyrocketed to over 20 billion US dollars, more than he earned playing golf for 10 years.

Instead of spending time playing ball, we should think of ways to increase production capacity. Currently, the monthly production capacity of 500 million bottles is far from keeping up with their order volume.

Unfortunately, neither Coca-Cola nor Pepsi was willing to meet with him. After a few days, once Levi had rested enough, he would have to think of another way to solve the production line problem.

"You've been a bit too lazy lately, haven't you?" Don Quixote watched as Levi grabbed another handful of popcorn. "Even though it's the off-season, be careful you don't become a giant in a month."

"Don't worry, I won't turn into Liangzi," Li Wei said casually, while lifting the hem of his hoodie to reveal his eight-pack abs and defined V-line. "See that? That's talent."

"And who is Ryoko?" Don Quixote pondered the name for a moment, then shook his head. "Never mind, it's not important. Judging from your tone, you really don't plan to fight?"

"Yes," Levi thought for a moment, then sat up. "I wasn't exposed to rugby when I was a kid, so I'm not interested in it. Do you remember why I wanted to play?"

"Make money?" Don Quixote recalled his past, "Get a scholarship, get into a good university, and make money."

"That's right," Li Wei snapped his fingers, "Make money, make money, and make more money! Right now, LW beverages alone can net us $2000 million a month, which is $2.4 million a year. Why bother playing ball? Our goal now is to drastically expand production capacity! Strive to raise LW's valuation to over $100 billion! Then sell it and achieve true financial freedom!"

"But what about these endorsement contracts?" Don Quixote waved the contracts in his hand. "If you don't play, you'll have to pay a hefty fine if you breach the contract."

"Indeed..." Li Wei thought for a moment, "Let's talk about it later, anyway, the offseason is still a long way off."

"You..." Don Quixote looked helplessly at Levi lying back on the sofa, looking like a salted fish, and picked up the contract again. "But I have to say, Xiao Jin's work attitude is really good. You've really struck gold."

"Oh, right," he suddenly remembered something else, "have you seen John Mara recently?"

"No," Li Wei said casually, looking at the photo Elizabeth had sent him in the fitting room, which she quickly deleted. "He seems to be in a bad mood lately, and his assistant said he's not feeling well either. He recently underwent another round of chemotherapy."

"Over 70 years old, and still working so hard despite having cancer," Don Quixote remarked, then changed the subject, "But shouldn't we talk about the contract? And didn't he say he'd give each of you a Ferrari? (Chapter 262)"

"Oh, you mean this?" Li Wei thought for a moment, "I heard that they are still negotiating with Ferrari. After all, buying 53 Ferraris at once would cost more than 2500 million US dollars, and Ferrari would have to source them from all over the world."

"What kind of car did you get?" Don Quixote suddenly became interested. "A Ferrari LaFerrari?"

"It's not that expensive," Li Wei said casually. "I think it's called SP3, with a 6.5-liter V12 engine. It's their latest model."

"The starting price is $225 million. I added a whole bunch of options, such as seats, components, carbon fiber, etc. Then, with the New York State sales tax and fuel tax and other miscellaneous charges, it comes to a little over $280 million," Levi said casually. "That's about right, considering he paid for it himself."

Don Quixote thought about it and realized that it was indeed true.

Since Levi joined the Giants, they have taken a lot out of John Mara. Not to mention the more than $100 million annual fee for a private jet, there are various privileges for going out to play games, and now this Ferrari worth about $300 million.

The old man was indeed very kind to them; a Ferrari worth 300 million US dollars was more than enough, enough to make John Mara grit his teeth.

An 800 million yuan Ferrari LaFerrari would require an old man to break his dentures to afford it.

Don Quixote didn't say anything and continued to study the terms.

A few minutes later, speak of the devil, and he appears.

the phone is ringing.

Caller ID: John Mara.

"Don Quixote, are you free today?" His voice didn't sound very good.

"You're free? What's up?" Don Quixote asked. "Is there something you need?"

"Um... there are some important things about Levi's contract that need to be discussed in person," Marat paused, "you, Levi, and Kim Hee-eun would all better come over."

Don Quixote frowned.

"When?" he asked.

"The sooner the better, get here before noon," John Mara said. "I'll send you the address in a bit."

After hanging up the phone, Li Wei asked, "Did he need to talk to me about something?"

"And it's probably a bad thing," Don Quixote stroked his chin. "First of all, he didn't say he was going to the office, which means this is a secret."

"Secondly, he also called Xiao Jin over, which shows that this matter is also related to business," he stood up, "and then there was his tone, which sounded a bit heavy."

"He doesn't want to buy me a car anymore?" Li Wei joked, standing up from the sofa. "Let's go."

"It's probably a bit more serious than that," Don Quixote chuckled. "I'll stop calling myself Seaborn. Let's hurry up and get going."

"Okay," Li Wei went back to change his clothes. "Tell Kim Ha-eun to go too."

Don Quixote made a phone call to Kim Ho-eun as he walked toward his room.

"Xiao Jin, where are you... Dolores boutique?" He held the phone between his ear and shoulder. "Um... I have something very important to do right now, it should be related to Levi's contract. We need to go to John Mara's place now. I'll send you the address later. Okay."

Don Quixote and Livy, dressed in suits, went to the basement.

"Xiao Jin is at the Dolores boutique, he'll probably arrive around the same time as us," he said as he boarded the Cullinan. "We'll probably be there in about 30 minutes."

John Mara's residence is a typical townhouse, at least from the outside, it blends in with the other mansions on the Upper East Side.

There were no signs at the entrance, only a dark brown door and two potted holly bushes.

If it weren't for the address sent by John Mara's butler, passersby would never have believed that the owner of the NFL's Giants, a team worth billions of dollars, lived inside.

When Li Wei got out of the car, the Porsche 911 was already parked on the side of the road.

When Kim Ha-eun saw Lee Wei arrive, she quickly put away her phone and walked over.

"What's wrong, boss?" she asked, sounding rather nervous. "Mr. John Marat suddenly wants to meet with me, and he wants me to come too?"

"I'm not sure," Li Wei shrugged. "You'll find out when you get inside."

Seeing Li Wei's expression, Kim Ha-eun somehow calmed down, her initial panic subsiding.

Li Wei seems to be a mature and reliable adult. There's an old Chinese saying, what's it again?

The one who eats food is not right, not right, but remains calm even if Mount Tai collapses before his eyes.

Dafa, so handsome.

Levi walked ahead up the steps, where John Mara's butler had been waiting for some time.

After changing their shoes, the group met John Mara, whom they hadn't seen for several days, in the living room.

He appears to be thinner than he was during the Super Bowl.

Without a makeup artist to touch up his makeup and the assistance of a personal doctor, he looked like a frail old man.

He was walking around the house in circles, being helped by a maid.

John Mara's face lit up with a smile when he saw Levi enter.

"Please have a seat," he said. "Although it's still the holiday season, things are indeed quite urgent."

"What's the matter?" Li Wei first gestured for Don Quixote and Kim Holmes to find a seat, then sat down himself. "Is it related to my contract?"

"Pretty much," John Mara said, shaking off the maid's help and sitting down on his own. "The Super Bowl just ended three days ago, and I've received no fewer than 20 phone calls."

"Including the last email I received this morning," he paused, "representatives from 18 teams, sponsors, NFL management, and Las Vegas have all jointly requested to discuss your career planning with me."

Don Quixote's expression darkened.

"Career planning?" Li Wei shrugged. "They want me to change careers?"

"They want you out of the game," John Mara said, taking a sip of warm water. "To be precise, they want you to disappear from the NFL."

Don Quixote frowned deeply and opened his mouth several times, ready to speak.

Li Wei raised an eyebrow.

Is there such a good thing?

"Tonight at 7:30," Mara continued, "they've arranged to meet me at the Metropolitan Club. Everyone will be there. It's a formal showdown."

"But don't worry," he looked at Levi, his eyes like those of a lion, "no matter what they say or what they threaten me with tonight, I won't back down. You're the greatest player the New York Giants have ever had, and I won't let them touch you, even if they have to step over my dead body."

Li Wei gasped.

Oh no, damn it!

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