Chu Heng, who already knew that the oil crisis was bound to happen, was naturally not moved by Martin's suggestion. He keenly caught the words in the other party's words that the rewards would be very big. His eyes moved slightly, he raised his head and looked over, and asked: "
Why do you think the return will be huge?”
From his expression, Martin could see that he had not given up the idea of investing in Benigno. He couldn't help but frown, but he still followed professional ethics and presented the analysis results of the expert team.
"Mr. Benigno Rey has a very rich resume. He has worked in many automobile manufacturing companies such as Ford, Chevrolet, and General Motors. During this period, he led the development of many hot-selling models and designed a very excellent car.
His gearbox is still used in some mainstream Chevrolet models, so his personal ability is very outstanding."
"There is no doubt that he is capable of designing good energy-saving cars, so if the oil crisis really occurs, I believe that with his ability, he will be able to use the limelight to make the company grow rapidly. When the time comes, your investment
The rate of return may be ten times or a hundred times.”
"Of course, all this is based on the premise that an oil crisis will occur."
Isn’t that a sure profit!
Chu Heng raised his eyebrows, with a smile of surprise on his face, and then asked: "Where is Baowo? How is your investigation going?"
"Do you still want to invest in Benigno?" Martin's frown deepened.
"Life is just gambling. It's only over 10 million. Even if you lose, it won't be a big deal, so I want to give it a try." Chu Heng grinned.
Just over 10 million...
Do you hear what you are saying is human language?
Martin looked at him deeply and felt a pain in his balls. Then he took a few deep breaths and said slowly: "The Borgward family does still have an automotive research institute and a factory in their hands, and they are currently being destroyed.
Mercedes rents, but their equipment is too old and can no longer keep up with current demand. Mercedes has made it clear that it will not renew the lease this year, and the Borgward family cannot find a new lessor after
, have already started planning to sell the research institute and factory.”
After hearing this, Chu Heng pondered for a while and ordered: "You go and send the acquisition invitation to the Borgward family first, and then I will call Benino in the afternoon to discuss the issue of shares in the new company. After the negotiation is completed, we
Set off immediately Hans."
"Are you sure you don't want to think about it?" Martin hesitated for a moment, then made a decision that went against the industry's founder, and advised: "Chu, I advise you as a friend, Benino's project is really not a good one.
Although the rate of return for this project is very high, the risk is also very high, and the chance of success is almost non-existent, so I hope you will be cautious."
"Thank you for your advice, my friend, but I have made up my mind. I will trouble you next, Martin." Chu Heng looked at him calmly, his eyes showing unquestionable determination.
"Well, who made you the boss? I wish you a long way to go." Martin knew him well. When he saw his appearance, he knew that this matter was probably impossible to persuade. He shrugged helplessly and stood up to leave.
Leave.
"I send you."
Chu Heng quickly got up and sent people downstairs to the hotel before taking the elevator upstairs.
After returning to the room, he went straight to the phone, grabbed the phone and called Benigno.
"Dudududu!"
"Hello."
"It's me, Benigno, do you have time this afternoon? We should talk about the shares."
"Share...Have you decided to invest in my project? Mr. Chu!"
"Yes."
"Great, thank you, thank you for your trust in me. Can I come over at two o'clock?"
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"no problem."
After hanging up the phone, Chu Heng turned back to the sofa and sat down, lit a cigar, picked up the investigation report and evaluation report left by Martin again, and read them carefully.
The bright California sunshine shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the golden light falls all over the floor. The white marble floor reflects on his face, casting it in a gorgeous golden color, like a perfectly crafted sculpture.
After about twenty minutes of this, the phone in the house rang.
Chu Heng, who had not moved during this period, slowly raised his head thoughtfully, put down the document in his hand and answered the phone.
The call was from Mas, the owner of the Roosevelt Hotel. The other party claimed to have collected several very precious ancient items and wanted to send them to Chu Heng to see.
Naturally, he would not refuse. After making an appointment for half an hour, we met in the room and hung up the phone with great anticipation.
As a veteran rich man in Los Angeles, Mars must have a wide range of channels, so he should be able to find some good things, right?
Chu Heng, who returned to the sofa and picked up the file again, was looking forward to it.
Soon, half an hour passed, and Mas arrived as scheduled. Not only did he arrive by himself, but he also brought two assistants with him. Each of them was carrying two large leather boxes. I guess they contained the ancient treasures he had collected.
items.
After the two met, they were polite, and Mas put one of the boxes on the coffee table with a very respectful manner: "Mr. Chu, this is something I spent a lot of effort to get. It comes from your hometown. It's ancient."
The mysterious China has a very long history, and I don’t know if it can meet your requirements.”
"Oh? Then I have to take a closer look."
Chu Heng's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, he quickly pulled the box, opened the buckle, and slowly opened the lid.
Then……
When he saw what was inside, the smile on his face froze instantly.
I saw a large bronze plate lying quietly in the box, with a shallow belly, three legs, a thick coating, and several ancient inscriptions.
To outsiders, this was something that opened the door, but in Chu Heng's eyes, it was from last week.
He was the one who sold this thing, but he didn’t expect it to come back after going around for a while...
"This bronze ware comes from 312 BC, during the Warring States Period in China. It was an era of unprecedented prosperity in culture and art..." Maas introduced everything in Chu Heng's ears. He had done a lot of homework before.
of.
Chu Heng stared at the large bronze plate, his face twitching again and again, but he couldn't say that this thing was fake. He could only pretend to pick up the plate, exclaimed and praised: "It's really beautiful, look at this fine and complicated pattern, perfect expression
It showed the superb technical and artistic level at that time, but it’s a pity that it didn’t have what I wanted.”
Finally, Chu Heng shook his head in disappointment and put the plate back.
Mas couldn't help but feel disappointed. He had high hopes for this bronze plate, otherwise he wouldn't be the first to take it out. Unexpectedly, it wasn't picked up. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "I wonder what Mr. Chu is looking for."
?”
"Sorry, I can't tell you this." Chu Heng shook his head cryptically.
"Okay, take a look at this." Maas gestured to an assistant, asking him to put away the bronze plate and put another box on the coffee table.
Chu Heng immediately opened it and took a look.
Inside is an abstract ceramic sculpture that looks like a product of the ancient South American ancestor culture in Ecuador.