Rio Morgan has announced the end of today's special board meeting. The directors looked at Hao Jianping with smiles, waiting for him to get out of the meeting room in despair.
Hao Jianping shook his head gently, smiled self-deprecatingly, reached for the phone and dialed: "Mr. Shui, give you half an hour. I want to have the absolute right to speak on the board of directors of the Morgan Consortium."
Hao Jianping's words were spoken in Chinese. Few of the dozen or so directors present could understand what Hao Jianping was saying, but those who understood were dumbfounded. After being stunned for a moment, they suddenly burst out in disgust. Louder than loud laughter.
This China guy is so awesome. In half an hour, he actually said that he would have absolute say on the board of directors of the Morgan Consortium within half an hour. This kid is either crazy or has his head caught in the door panel. They had never seen such an arrogant person, and they had never heard such funny jokes.
Having the right to speak on the board of directors of the Morgan Consortium for half an hour is impossible even in dreams.
When the directors who couldn't understand Chinese couldn't help laughing after hearing the translation, Rio Morgan, who had already stood up, sat down again with a smile, stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers, and faced the people who responded. The young man ordered: "Martin, go get a watch, and let us all wait together for the Chinese to create miracles for us."
"Haha~", people laughed unbridled, and the young man named Martin ran out of the conference room quickly. After a while, he led two middle-aged people with big bellies to carry a huge countdown clock. When I came in, the countdown clock was already ticking. The time displayed on it was 28 minutes and 37 seconds. This work efficiency should be considered super high.
Since the boss wanted to embarrass the new Chinese guy, Martin would naturally satisfy the bosses to a great extent. After hearing the order, he immediately thought of the huge countdown clock used for special purposes in the bank downstairs. . There was no time to summon manpower, so the bank's general manager and operations director were temporarily requisitioned.
The Morgan Consortium started out as a bank. Up to now, banks are no longer the main business of the consortium. The Morgan Consortium¡¯s methods of making huge profits have become diversified, but the banking business has still been retained.
People laughed and lit cigarettes. One director also opened a bottle of red wine and fawningly filled up Rio Morgan and all the directors, except for the two new directors, Hao Jianping and Lin Xueyan. .
Hao Jianping didn¡¯t care and slowly lit another cigarette for himself.
Yanzi was already nervous. She knew that Jianping had unfathomable strength, but most of his strength was reflected in domestic industries and hedge funds. She didn't know how Jianping could suddenly say that, if nothing happened within half an hour. , then Jianping¡¯s words and deeds today will undoubtedly become a joke.
Yanzi doesn¡¯t care about her own gains and losses, but she doesn¡¯t allow Jianping to suffer any harm.
She is him.
Only eight minutes had passed, and Yanzi's palms were already covered with a layer of sweat, but Hao Jianping lit a second cigarette at this time to make himself sit more comfortably. He smiled and narrowed his eyes as he looked at the directors who were chatting and laughing but turned their heads and bared their teeth at him from time to time, as if the people and things in front of him had nothing to do with him.
The ticking sound of the countdown clock seems to hit the human heart, forcing the heart to beat in sync with it.
Nine minutes. There was a knock on the door of the conference room. Before anyone could say hello, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes opened the door with sweat on his face and ran in. He glanced at all the big guys in the conference room. He nodded respectfully at Rio Morgan, trotted over to the director who had just stood up to give people some red wine, leaned over and whispered in his ear to report. The sweat on his forehead dripped onto the director's expensive suit.
"What?" Before the middle-aged man could finish his report, the wine glass in the director's hand had already fallen to the floor and smashed into pieces. When he suddenly stood up, he knocked the middle-aged man who was reporting staggering. , covering his nose and squatting on the ground in pain, bright red blood dripping down his fingers.
The conference room fell silent for an instant. Rio Morgan's eyes flashed coldly and he narrowed his eyes. He stared at the director and asked in a deep voice: "What's going on?"
"The controlling stake in Howell Company was taken away by a Chinese, it was Hao Jianping." The director finally stammered out his words.
The directors all turned their attention to Hao Jianping. Howell Company is a large company under the Morgan consortium. It is mainly engaged in shipping business and ranks among the top ten shipping companies in the world.?, it has brought huge profits to the Morgan consortium every year, and its total capital has accounted for as much as 1.2% of the entire consortium. Now that Hao Jianping controls this company, it means that this 1.2% share already has a large Part of it is in the hands of Hao Jianping.
There was a sneer on Rio Morgan's lips, and he raised his thumb at Hao Jianping from a distance: "Good job. It seems that you should have been prepared for this trip. What exactly do you want to do?"
Hao Jianping shook his head gently: "This is not my original intention."
This is indeed not Hao Jianping's original intention. If the dispute between the two consortiums can be resolved peacefully, he is unwilling to use any forceful means, which will only make his strength appear in the public eye. This is definitely not what he is willing to do. matter.
The conference room fell into silence again at this moment, and this silence had not lasted for ten seconds. Suddenly, a pleasant phone ring rang, and Rio Morgan, who was wandering in his thoughts, slapped his hand on the conference table: "Yes Whose fucking phone number is it?¡±
Facing the roaring Rio Morgan, Martin timidly handed the phone in his hand to him and stammered: "Boss, it's it's your phone number."
Rio Morgan answered the phone and roared before the other party could speak: "No matter who you are, if you can't give a reasonable reason, go and prepare a cemetery for yourself immediately.**"
"Boss, our Derek Company has been subject to a hostile takeover. Now, the other party's shareholding ratio has exceeded 34%. We have lost the controlling stake of Derek Company and acquired Derek The company manager is a Chinese. He appeared suddenly without any warning. It seems that countless small shareholders received instructions at the same time and transferred their shares to his name. He is Hao Jianping."
Rio Morgan resisted the urge to smash the phone in his hand and hung up the phone viciously. Before looking at Hao Jianping, he subconsciously glanced at the huge countdown clock. 18 minutes and 1 seconds had just passed. minute.
Hao Jianping's expression remained as calm as before, and the progress of the matter had already been expected by him. After nearly ten years of secret acquisition, even Hao Jianping himself could not tell how many well-known large companies in the world he controlled. However, he knew that the companies under the Morgan consortium must be within the scope of his acquisition. When he started operations, , the Morgan consortium is also ranked among the top ten on his list, and Hao Jianping has given special instructions for some of the hugely profitable industries that the Morgan consortium has developed in the past ten years.
After hearing that Derek Company had also fallen into the hands of Hao Jianping, some shareholders were already silently calculating the shares of the Morgan consortium that Hao Jianping currently held. If based on the shares that Hao Jianping currently holds, he now It seems that the seat should be moved forward two places.
Wait, only 12 minutes have passed now. Not even half of the half hour that Hao Jianping just mentioned has passed. There are still 18 minutes left. Who knows what else will happen in these 18 minutes.
People¡¯s eyes looking at Hao Jianping at this time have become complicated, including surprise, fear, and maybe something else. No one can describe their mood at this moment clearly. (To be continued)