Chapter seven hundred and thirty first three calls
The azure night sky is full of stars, and the stars are like flowers vying for beauty, blooming with extreme beauty.
Too many things happened in the late night of June 7. Bernard-Arnault was half asleep on the second floor of his manor on the outskirts of Paris, waiting for the final good news brought to him by his butler, Old John.
but...
Old John answered the phone from the first floor and learned that Jing Gao had "escaped" and was escorted by his country's embassy personnel back to his villa at No. 12 Rotan Street, District 16. He hesitated again and again, and finally went upstairs.
Come.
"Old John, is that you?" Bernard-Arnault was half-lying in the lounge chair, pulling on the thin blanket covering himself, which was delivered by Old John an hour ago, and asked expectantly,
"How is it going?"
“It’s me, sir.” Old John walked over a little faster and reported in a low voice: “Sir, something went wrong.”
Bernard-Arnault opened his eyes suddenly. The sense of expectation he had just now was gone.
Old John lowered his head and continued: "Jing Gao was ambushed on his way back to the city, but the location of the ambush was not arranged in advance. He has now returned to his villa.
According to police information, there was a fierce gun battle at the scene. Several bodyguards on Jinggao's side were injured, but no one was killed. The ambushers have disappeared."
Bernard-Arnault ignored the temper he had cultivated over the years and yelled in French, "Bastards! These bastards are wasting taxpayers' money!"
With his shrewdness and experience, he knew immediately what was going on when "the ambusher disappeared". The Paris police must have been verbally greeted by someone tonight.
So, the ambushers could escape calmly. But these pig-brained people never thought that it was their laziness and stupidity that probably allowed Jing Gao to calmly complete tonight's "self-directed and self-performed" show.
Old John abided by his professional ethics, lowered his head and said nothing. He actually knew something in his heart. This casualty situation is too suspicious!
At this moment, Bernard-Arnault's personal mobile phone vibrated. This mobile phone was in Old John's pocket. In this situation tonight, Bernard-Arnault's mobile phone must not be turned off.
Old John took out his cell phone and looked at the number, "Sir, it's Jing Gao's number."
Bernard-Arnault pondered for a few seconds, stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me."
Old John handed the phone to Bernard-Arnault and swallowed secretly. He had a vague feeling that a storm was coming.
Bernard-Arnault took a moment to adjust his breathing and answered the phone. Immediately, Jing Gao's furious curse came from the phone, "Bernard-Arnault, you sent a gunman to kill me tonight, right? You're from Gobi!"
You have a gunman, can’t the labor and management find it? Just wait for the labor and management!”
Bernard-Arnault looked confused at first because Jing Gao spoke Mandarin. But just by listening to Jing Gao's extremely angry tone, he knew that Jing Gao didn't say anything good. He was probably scolding him. He was also furious.
Furious!
At this moment, a middle-aged man’s French voice came from the mobile phone: “Mr. Arnault, I am Mr. Jing’s French translator. Let me translate what Mr. Jing just said.
It was you who sent the gunman to kill me tonight, right? I will retaliate in kind, just wait."
Bernard-Arnault was very angry and said angrily: "The gunman has nothing to do with me. OK, I will take any revenge you have." He is the richest man in Europe and has been in the fashion industry for decades. In Paris, the capital of France, how can he
Are you still afraid of revenge from a Chinese like you?
The person who acted as the French translator for Jing Gao was not Teacher Zheng. Teacher Zheng had already gone to bed. There were also people who knew French among the subordinates accompanying him this time. Jing Gao listened to the translated words and sneered: "Arnault, I will inform you now
You, the agreement we reached early yesterday morning is cancelled. I can make LVMH Group’s stock rise, and of course I can keep it going!”
Speaking, he hung up the phone.
“Mader!” Bernard-Arnault heard the busy signal on his cell phone and threw the phone on the floor angrily.
Although he is a generational tycoon in the business world, he is already seventy years old after all. When Jing Gao threatened him, his first reaction was: Labor and management are afraid that you will use force? He has absolute confidence. In Paris, Jing Gao even connected his
Not even a hair can be touched.
Moreover, he must use a tough attitude to clear away his suspicions!
He is indeed planning to use "off-the-board moves" to deal with Jing Gao, but isn't it because A is acting in front of him?
What happened tonight had nothing to do with him. Moreover, there was a high probability that Jing Gao directed and acted it himself! Can he be convinced by this?
However, this bastard wanted to directly tear up the agreement that he had paid a huge price for, which frightened him and sent chills down his spine.
"Medicine, medicine..." Bernard-Arnault's heart attack was directly stimulated. He covered his chest with one hand and shouted with difficulty on the recliner.
Old John quickly got some heart treatment from the coffee table next to him and fed it to Bernard Arnault.
"Huh, huh..." Bernard Arnault came to his senses, panted heavily, and ordered: "Old John, call Andre Griffin and the others and ask if Jinggao breaks the agreement.
How much damage will we suffer? I will see the results later."
He was filled with hatred and didn't want to be blackmailed by that little bastard, so he needed his think tanks to help him analyze it. But the remaining reason told him that there was a high probability that he would need to give in to Jing Gao again.
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Jinggao’s second phone call was to Pino Jr.
The Pino family's manor on the outskirts of the city is only a twenty-minute drive away from the site of Jinggao's accident. The news reached little Pino's ears early in the morning.
After learning that Jing Gao was not dead or injured, little Pino scolded some people in the villa for failing to succeed and failing, and then began to think about how to deal with the situation.
As expected, Jing Gao’s phone call to accuse him came later.
“Mr. Pinault, I just encountered a serious shooting incident. Did you hear about it?”
"Mr. Jing, I assure you, this matter has nothing to do with me." Little Pino turned on the phone hands-free, and his confidant David Lewis acted as a translator for him.
Jing Gao said in a cold tone: "Mr. Pinault, I was ambushed only twenty minutes after I came out of your manor. You said it had nothing to do with you, okay, I believe you. With the power of the Pinault family in France,
You should know who did it, right?"
There are many things that do not require evidence!
Jinggao is convinced that there is something wrong with Pinot Petit.
An old French consortium with influence in both political and business circles. I went to your manor as a guest and was ambushed after I left. You just said "It has nothing to do with me." Is this the attitude a host should have? This grandson definitely knows something.
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Little Pino sighed inwardly. Just hearing Jing Gao's attitude, he knew that the "friendship boat" that the two had just developed had capsized. That's what happened to businessmen's friendship.
However, he just negotiated a cooperation with Jing Gao a few hours ago with a profit of 330 million euros!
Pinault Jr. redressed: "Mr. Jing, please don't be angry. Bernard Arnault was so beaten by you in the stock market that he had to admit defeat. This solved the problem of Zhaoshi Group. But this hurt many people."
Interests.
I need to investigate who was responsible for tonight's ambush before I can give you the answer. Mr. Jing, don't worry, if you are ambushed when you go out from my manor, I will definitely give you an explanation."
Jing Gao didn’t say anything. He pondered for a few seconds and hung up the phone.
Little Pino put away his phone, exhaled a breath, feeling a little relieved, and asked: "David, you heard what Jing Gao said just now. What do you think of this?"
He knows more than Arnault and the others. From the surveillance cameras in the villa, it can be clearly seen that at some stage after Arthur Lagardère left, someone came to his villa. And then Jing Gao
The "evacuation" began.
David Lewis said: "Boss, in my opinion, Mr. Jing probably foresaw the news that someone was going to shoot him, so he did not enter the ambush circle, but launched it in advance, directing and acting the drama tonight.
.”
He asked again: "Boss, how do you plan to repair the relationship with Mr. Jing? He seems... very angry."
Little Pino rubbed his face and sighed: "I am still too greedy! Otherwise, what would happen to me?"
Go back and find out the name of the mastermind and give it to him, and then make some financial compensation to him. Didn’t he dance with Connie several times today? I’ll give Connie to him too.”
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Jinggao’s third call was to Arthur Lagardère.
Arthur Lagardère was slapped in the face by Jing Gao at the "celebration banquet" of the Pinault family tonight, rubbed on the ground, and left in despair. After he returned home, he went to accompany his father.
His father Arnold Lagardère has entered the final stages of his life.
Looking at his father on the hospital bed, connected to various instruments, Arthur Lagardère never felt that the burden on his body was so heavy.
Lagardère's ancestral manor is actually not far from the Pinault family's manor. Just as Hermès boss and CEO Axel Dumas told Jinggao, the manors in this area have only 1,000 acres of land.
Only the richest people in France can buy it.
Typical wealthy area.
The phone rang. Arthur Lagardère looked at the number and quickly left the ward to answer the phone, "Mr. Jing?"
Jing Gao said straight to the point: "Mr. Arthur Lagardère, I was shot at night. Mr. Pinault Jr. said that I saved the Zhaoshi Group and harmed the interests of many people.
How many of you initially planned to distribute the interests of the Zhaoshi Group? The Lagardère Consortium took the lead, and your Mr. Thomas was jumping up and down. Don’t tell me you didn’t know.”
The subordinates immediately helped him translate.
Arthur Lagardère entered his father's ward as soon as he returned home. Before his subordinates could tell him the news, they said in surprise: "How could it be?" Then he came to his senses and answered Jing Gao's question, "We have a total of
Quartet: Lagardère, Arnault, Pinault, Louis Froude, Minister of Territorial Integration and Local Liaison.”
After finishing speaking, he quickly defended: "Mr. Jing, this matter has nothing to do with our Lagardère Consortium. My father is seriously ill in bed. I have never had the idea of shooting you."
Jing Gao felt that Arthur Lagardère was afraid of him through the phone.
I think so. He holds 10% of the shares of the French Integrated Media Group, a media company at the core of the Lagardère Consortium. Arthur Lagardère has not yet given him an explanation for the Zhaoshi Group, and now something new has happened.
,How can Arthur Lagardère not be afraid?
"Okay, I got it." Jing Gao hung up the phone. Based on what Pinault and Arthur Lagardère said, he had a rough idea. There was a high probability that Minister Louis Froude was responsible for tonight's shooting.
of.
Underwood in the American TV series "House of Cards" is ruthless and kills people without blinking an eye. I guess this Louis Froude is no less generous.
Arthur Lagardère hung up the phone and looked blankly at the night outside the villa, silent for a long time.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the female nurse who was taking care of Arnold Lagardère 24 hours a day quickly came over and said: "Sir, Mr. Lagardère is awake and he wants to see you."
Arthur Lagardère followed the nurse quickly back to his father's ward, sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, held his old father's hand, and said with choked sobs: "Dad."
Arnaud Lagardère spoke in a weak and slow voice, speaking word by word, and asked: "Arthur, how is the situation now?"
Arthur Lagardère quickly answered briefly, and twenty minutes had passed. He asked for advice: "Dad, what should I do now?"
There was some silence in the ward. As an established consortium, it is not difficult to build a standard ward at home. Arnold Lagardère was silent for a long time, and then said: "Arthur, the Lagardère Consortium can only work with Arnaud Lagardère."
Only by tying them together can we have the capital to satisfy that Chinese boy. You should call your Uncle Bernard now and go over and have a detailed discussion with him."
Arthur Lagardal was stunned for a moment. During the stock market war two days ago, he did not mobilize funds to support Arnault, and the relationship had already broken down. Calling him again now would be tantamount to a slap in the face. But
Thinking that he would be completely embarrassed at the Pinault family banquet tonight, the obstacle in his heart disappeared and he agreed: "Okay, Dad."
Arnold Lagardère did not notice the strangeness of his son, and continued to follow his own train of thought: "It is not terrible that Jing Gao holds 10% of the shares of the French comprehensive media group. In France's political and business circles, whether it is politicians or
Capital will never allow a Chinese to get involved in the field of public opinion and media. He cannot control the French comprehensive media group. You don’t have to worry."
Arthur Lagardal felt that the fog in the current situation had dissipated a lot, and his spirit was shaken.
Arnault Lagardère said again: "All the conditions for the negotiation with Jing Gao are left to Bernard Arnault. Even if it means selling this ancestral home to that Chinese boy, I will sign it."
Se, go quickly! I don’t know how long I can hold on.”
"Dad, I'll go right away." Arthur Lagardal hesitated in his heart and left all the conditions to Bernard Arnault to negotiate. What if he cheated Lagardal? But he finally decided