Chapter 12 Staying High

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Luke didn't turn back until most of the guests in the side hall dispersed.

"How's the talk?"

"Very good, nearly 90% complete."

Philip sighed, "I don't know if you are doing this a good thing or a bad thing. The political arena is a big mud pit. Once you get stuck, it's hard to pull it out."

"Because it is a mud pit, the saplings can absorb enough nutrients and the company has sufficient room for development."

"That's the case, but you chose the wrong person. Donald is a businessman, not a politician, and the probability of staying in the White House is extremely low.

"Whoever tells you that a businessman can't be president, just walk and watch, that guy will surprise everyone."

Philip shook his head, disapproving.

Emily walked over. "What are you talking about?"

"Future President of the United States, Emily, do you support Donald in becoming the White House!"

"I don't support him, I support Chirac."

Luke was startled, "It makes sense."

...

With the melodious music sounded, it was time for the dance party.

All kinds of men and women walked onto the dance floor and enjoyed the beauty of upper-class life.

Luke took Emily off the stage, and after two ballroom dances, he returned to the living room. Robert Downs was waiting there. When he saw a girl with purple hair in full dress, a glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he recovered. normal,

"Boss, the people from the bank have arrived, in the conference room on the second floor."

Luke nodded, "Follow the plan."

"understood."

Robert nodded to the girl and turned to leave.

Like the FBI, Emily lacks curiosity the most.

"What plan are you talking about?"

"Financing things."

"Financing?" Emily asked in surprise, "Is ShowMe short of money?"

"No shortage."

"Why do you need financing if you are not short of money?"

"Some things are not decided by you."

Luke took a sip from his wine glass and said calmly, "It's like when you were hungry and saw a large and fragrant grilled lamb chop hanging on the roadside window. Knowing that it belonged to someone else, I could not help eating its desire."

"The current ShowMe is that piece of lamb chops. Some people want to bite off a piece of fat to relieve their greed, and some people want to swallow it with meat and bones into their stomachs."

"It won't happen! How many days has your company been established?"

"The value of Internet companies lies not in age, but the future. Do you know how many users ShowMe has?"

Emily hesitated, "Eight million?"

Luke smiled and shook his head, "That's an imaginary number, bluffing, the actual users are 5.2 million, and the daily active users are about 4.8 million. The above are the results of the first two months. Imagine that in a year, ShowMe will have How many users?"

Five million in two months, more than 30 million a year, and two years...

Emily's breathing began to accelerate.

Luke continued,

"There is a famous saying in Capital:

A business with a profit rate of 10% is guaranteed to be used everywhere; if it reaches 20%, it will become active; if it reaches 50%, it will take risks. If it exceeds 100%, it will dare to trample on all human laws; if it reaches 300% %, the devil was born, and the current market value of ShowMe is about 80 million. One year later, it will reach 2 billion, 250 times the profit, who is not tempted. "

"Then you are not very dangerous?"

"There is no danger."

Luke waved his hand indifferently. If he was troubled by the short-eyed man, he didn't mind letting the other person see what a ghost fire was.

"By the way, there is something I need your help."

Luke called Elemi over and told her in her ear. He didn't know what was said, and the latter shook his head again and again.

"No, I'm not a maid."

"Just acting!"

"Performance is not good either."

Luke looked at her steadily, begging, "Just once."

Emily opened her mouth speechlessly, and after hesitating for a while, she nodded reluctantly.

Luke raised his eyebrows triumphantly.

Everything is afraid of the first time, there will be a second time with the first time, and there will be countless times with the second time.

...

On the second floor of the Hilton Hotel, in the easternmost conference room.

Managers from major banks sat idly on the sofa, some smoking, some drinking, and some closing their eyes. They kept this state for a long time, but the protagonist did not show up.

Bob Jack of Citibank glanced at his watch and said displeased.

"It's been half an hour. Will he come or not? Don't waste our time."

Robert quickly apologized, "Wait a moment, wait a moment, the boss will be here soon.

Reagan Conner of Chase Bank sneered,

"I heard that the founder of ShowMe is a seventeen-year-old doll, Robert, you're a real jerk, and you gave the doll a hand."

Robert said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter who you work for, the key is whether the boss has the strength."

The person next to him answered,

"So, your boss is very capable?"

"That's natural, or you wouldn't wait for him for half an hour."

Bob Jack took a sip of a cigar and said in a flat tone.

"We are sitting here just out of courtesy."

"I understand, I understand everything."

Robert kept smiling the whole time, but his eyes were gleaming with an imperceptible cold light.

After a few more minutes, the door to the conference room finally opened, and the radiant Emily walked in, walked straight to the main seat and sat down, resisting the dryness in her heart and said, UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"The young master has something to do, let me talk to you. If you have any requirements, you can tell me, and I will convey it to the young master."

The voice fell, and the meeting room boiled instantly.

The bank managers all showed anger. They waited for dozens of minutes. They didn't see the righteous master. They only waited for a message to come. Who did that kid think he was? Hitler!

Bob Jack pressed the cigar into the ashtray and said with an ugly face.

"Where is Luke Shaw? I want to see him."

Emily glanced at him and said indifferently,

"Master said, if you want ShowMe shares, just sit down and talk to me. If you don't want it, you can go now."

Bob ate a closed-door, his bad temper exploded in an instant, he didn't say a word and walked away.

Emily didn't stop, she swept towards others,

"You can also go."

The rest of you look at me, I look at you, eyes flickering, but no one leaves.

Seeing them like this, Emily couldn't help but remember the words Luke confessed when: The people in the conference room are a group of undomesticated hounds. You are cautious, they bark their teeth and grin; you wield the long whip, they are only nonchalant, keep a high posture, hounds Will succumb to you.

This sentence was so right, Emily's confidence increased for a while, and her tone of voice became high.

"Now it's time to talk."

"Who will come first."

Robert coughed and put a plan contract on the table.

"This is Chase Bank's acquisition plan."

Emily turned to the last two pages of the contract, took a few glances, and threw it into the trash can.

"Next."