Chapter 13 Emily's Value!

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The moment the contract fell into the trash can, Reagan Connor felt like he was slapped in the slap, his right cheek was scorched, anger piled up in his heart, and he forcibly endured it.

Damn Luke Shaw! Damn ShowMe!

Emily glanced at him pretentiously.

"The young master said that if anyone makes a purchase, he will be kicked out. If you think you are the first one, don't care about you."

"Who else has a contract, take it out."

The managers looked at each other, but no one spoke for a while. The business field pays attention to you and me, and good words are easy to talk about. Who knows that when you come up with a card that doesn't follow common sense, it will pick you up.

They also saw that the other party had no intention to talk about it. Thinking of this, they couldn't help but turn their eyes to the initiator of the meeting-Robert Downs.

Robert is also full of confusion. The original plan was for Luke to sing the white face and he sings the red face, and cooperate to give the major banks a blow so that they dare not underestimate the strength of ShowMe.

Unexpectedly, a beauty with purple hair ran out and covered her face in a bite, but from the results, it seemed pretty good.

Robert coughed slightly and said,

"What are the requirements of the boss?"

"The upper limit of 20% of the shares and the lower limit of $30 million in money will not be discussed."

Brandt Quincy, manager of Wells Fargo Bank, frowned, "This lady, the figures you mentioned are too much. According to the latest market research report, your company's market value is less than 80 million US dollars. That said, don't we have to pay twice the commission."

"Twice is very rare, the young master's goal is five times."

"Don't be ashamed!"

Reagan Conner shook his beautiful mustache and said coldly, "A company that hasn't earned a penny also wants a market value of 400 million, a joke."

Emily said blankly,

"I will pass this sentence to the boss."

"Whatever!"

Reagan Conner grinned, very disdainful that a seventeen-year-old doll is not worth looking at.

The only lady present, Wendy Brown of Quinn Investment Co., said gently,

"Can you tell me your name?"

Emily turned around, and when she saw that the speaker was a lady with white hair and elegant temperament, she quickly said,

"Hello, my name is Emily Song."

"Hello, Emily, this is Wendy Brown, the chief financial officer of Quinn Investment Company. You can call me Mrs. Brown. There is one thing I want to ask, when is your company going to start profitability? What are the specific measures? Is there a plan?"

"I'm sorry, Madam, I don't know what you said. The young master only told me that he will not consider profitability until the total number of users reaches 20 million."

Twenty million!

Hearing this number, everyone was shocked.

Mrs. Brown smiled.

"The total population of the fifty states in the United States is only 250 million. In other words, if you want to meet that standard, there will be one ShowMe user in every ten Americans..." At this point, he paused intentionally.

"I don't doubt the ability of your company, but the figures you mentioned are too shocking. Even if it is achieved by chance, how long will it take, five years? Or ten years? We pay attention to the rate of investment return. We can't wait for ten years. ."

This question is very acute, and it is straight to the point. Why does ShowMe with millions of users only have a market value of 80 million? The reason is that there is no profit.

No matter how good a company is, how it has a future, and how promising it is, it is nonsense that it cannot be profitable.

Emily chuckles.

"The number Mrs. said is too big. It doesn't take five years or ten years. In just five months, ShowMe users can reach 20 million."

Five months?

Everyone shook their heads and didn't believe it at all.

Emily continued, "The above is what the young master told me. You don't understand the young master's ability. What he is best at is creating miracles. Just like ShowMe, it was a small company that was just registered not long ago. It took two months for the industry leader with millions of users to go from zero to eight million, and how long does it take to go from eight million to 20 million?"

The voice fell, and the meeting room fell silent again.

Everyone was thinking, Wendy Brown's eyes showed approval.

Neither overbearing nor overbearing, calm and calm, this girl is very nice.

...

In the brightly-lit hall, Luke leaned on the sofa, enjoying a Broadway cabaret while drinking.

Charlie hurried over and said eagerly.

"It's not good, boss, something went wrong."

"What is the matter?"

Charlie glanced around and whispered.

"Just now the bank called and there was 110,000 missing in the account."

"It turned out to be this." Luke pushed him aside. "No need to look for it. I spent the money."

"That's one hundred thousand! How to spend it."

"I bought a skirt, a pair of bracelets, a pair of high-heeled boots, a pendant, a pair of earrings, that's it."

Charlie hesitated when he understood something.

"The girl with purple hair.

"

"Yes, it's her." Luke raised his eyebrows triumphantly. "How about it, pretty!"

Charlie grimaced, "When are you still thinking about picking up a girl, even if you pick up a girl, you shouldn't find her, you forgot, she is the FBI, Roger Consius's subordinate."

"Of course I know that she is the FBI, and I also know that she appeared here today just to get close to me."

"Then you still..."

Luke sighed, helplessly,

"Charlie, you are only twenty-four years old this year. How do you look like a dick? It doesn't matter whether she is a spy or not, the key is her value."

Charlie became more confused as he listened,

"What value is a twenty-year-old girl, except for being more beautiful, what value can it have?"

Luke lost interest in talking in an instant. Charlie was good everywhere, loyal, reliable, unable to fight back, not to retaliate, to work hard, and not to complain. The only problem was IQ. The brain lacked roots, and no one came.

"It's okay, don't bother me here, go upstairs and take a look, bring people over after the meeting."

"Oh!"

Charlie responded and turned to leave.

As soon as he left, the dance drama was over. The bored Luke opened his hands and lay flat on the sofa, thinking about the future development of ShowMe.

The goal of the first phase has been achieved, and the next step is to expand in all directions.

There are many places to be explored in the video and picture areas, and the planning of Ghanaians should also be put on the agenda. Of course, the most important thing is superheroes. Superheroes are enthusiastic. If they want to develop rapidly, they cannot do without them.

As I was thinking, a fresh perfume smell came from the tip of my nose.

"Luke Shaw?"

Luke stared blankly at the girl who appeared suddenly. The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a very good figure, especially the big bag on the chest, which was heavy and looked like a rare breed.

"you are..."

"Ivan Donald, Marchi Donald is my father."

"Oh!!! It turned out to be you."

Luke suddenly realized, looked up and down, and exclaimed,

"You are so beautiful, like the world's supermodel."