The silver Rolls-Royce drove into the Ye family's mansion. There were nearly ten top-end luxury cars parked in the yard. Mr. Ye's lips curled up, and a sneer flashed past. There was something eerie in the night. ( Novel Network www
"Third Young Master, I have ordered that no one can go in." Chen De said with embarrassment. This old housekeeper had always been kind to him. When he was young, he was beaten and scolded by Ye Yutang and he would secretly give him medicine. He was the only one in the Ye family. A person whom Ye Chen doesn't find objectionable.
Ye Chen took off his sunglasses and smiled coldly, "Uncle Chen, dad told me not to go in, right?"
Chen De frowned.
"Uncle Chen had better stay out of the business between our father and son." Ye Sanshao said coldly, pushed him away and went in. Chen De frowned in embarrassment and followed him...[
The round table in the large living room was surrounded by all the directors of MBS International, seven of them, including Louis and Mr. Ye. They were talking about something. When Mr. Ye came in, all the voices were silent.
"Dad, you are really interested. We invited so many uncles and uncles to dinner at night. What can we talk about? They are all very happy?" Mr. Ye smiled gracefully, pulled out a chair gracefully, leaned against it, and happened to sit opposite Louis, wearing sunglasses. Throwing it on the table and crossing his legs, he looked like a mafia boss dominating the world.
He turned his penetrating eyes and half-smiled, "Why are you so quiet and not talking? That's so boring. Why don't you keep talking? After all, I am also a member of the MBS International Board of Directors."
Mr. Ye was furious. Damn you bastard, how did he receive the news so quickly? He came not even ten minutes after the directors arrived. Who tipped off the news, or has he been monitoring the movements of Ye's house?
Before he had time to do their ideological work, he just explained his intention straight to the point, which reduced his chances of winning.
Louis smiled, his emerald green eyes still a bit melancholy, raised his glass to Young Master Ye, and played with the red wine in his glass...
Several directors looked at each other, some lowered their heads, and some looked at Mr. Ye. For a moment, everyone just laughed. No one could predict what surprising move this third young master, who had always been strange and strong-armed, would do at this time.
"Ye Chen, I didn't remember that I asked you to come."
"Dad, you are confused. All the directors are here, why did you miss me? Besides, I am here to go home, right?" Mr. Ye sneered, quite jokingly.
Ye Zhenhua was angry, and Louis chuckled, "Since Third Young Master Ye is here too, uncle might as well continue, he has to know after all."
Young Master Ye tapped his slender fingers on the table, slowly and slowly. Ye Zhenhua hesitated and said straight to the point, "Give up your management rights."
As expected, several directors looked at Mr. Ye with trepidation. Ye Zhenhua had mentioned this, and they were also struggling in their hearts. The seven directors all started working hard with Ye Zhenhua when he was young, and their friendship is even stronger today. Dude.
Although Third Young Master Ye has already controlled three of them, there are still variables. After all, there are too many people in this world who have fallen with the wind.
"Changing the management rights..." Mr. Ye said in a long voice, looking at Louis with a cold look, "I didn't expect you to be so eager. Do you think this is the right time?"
This was said to Louis. Ye Zhenhua glanced at them and said, "What's inappropriate? I'm the chairman of MBS International, and I have the right to fire you."
"Really?" Young Master Ye smiled and turned his eyes, "Then can I also use my power to let them vote to decide who will be the largest director of MBS International? I'm afraid it's still unknown, Dad. Say so?"
"Just relying on the chips in your hand? Do you think it will still be effective?"
"That's right. After class, Louis came on stage. He was shocked by the power of the godfather of the Italian Mafia. Someone wants to fall with the wind. Understand, understand..." Mr. Ye chuckled lightly, "I was curious. Louis came on stage.
Will MBS International be swallowed up by the mafia?"
Several directors were so embarrassed by what he said, some bowed their heads, and some drank to hide the paleness on their faces.[
"Mr. Ye, you don't need to sow discord. My uncle and I have our own agreement. Today we are discussing the issue of changing the management rights." Louis pointed out the problem sharply and did not allow Mr. Ye to blur the focus.
"What are the directors thinking? Isn't it about making money? I am the president of MBS International. You know how much your pockets have grown in the past few years. If Louis becomes the president of MBS International, you yourself know how much money will flow to the Italian Mafia.
I know how to calculate. I think as a businessman, the word loyalty is the least valuable. If you can make money, you are the boss. You won't do such things that benefit others but not yourself, right?" Mr. Ye is a master at the negotiation table. His twisted psychology
It is very suitable for negotiation and is often the best at grasping people's psychology. No matter how strong it is, it can still find opportunities to gradually disintegrate.
Mr. Ye was slightly angry. Several directors who had sworn to support Mr. Ye also became suspicious. Mr. Ye was indeed telling the truth. MBS International's performance has increased year by year in the past few years. They would be cramped counting money. If Louis came to power
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No one can say for sure... MBS International may be hollowed out by the mafia. Moreover, with a mafia godfather as president, MBS International's always innocent image will be damaged, and its status in the industry may be reduced in the future.
It is not conducive to the development of MBS International.
"How does Mr. Ye know that my business skills are not as good as yours? I can control the entire mafia in Nuoda, let alone MBS International." Louis chuckled.
Mr. Ye pursed his lips, "Don't say it so nicely, mafia, what is that? Underworld, what do you rely on to control the mafia? It's the huge sum of money from MBS International Repulse Bay. With that money, you can smooth your joints smoothly."
, win over people's hearts, do you think I'm a fool? Because the chairman gave you this amount in private, you secured your position as the godfather of the mafia. In contrast, you joined forces with Yaohua and Yun's chaebol to fight with MBS International.
Dou, because of the shortage of funds, MBS International almost declared bankruptcy. You are going to bring MBS International down before you become the president of MBS International. If you do, how long do you think MBS International can exist? Besides, we are doing nothing.
Business is different from your underworld. Is it possible that if you disagree, you will use a knife or a gun?"
"Young Master Ye, this analogy of yours is too biased." Louis said coldly.
"Who first compared MBS International to the mafia? It was you, a gangster, and a white gangster. You can also compare yourself. You are stupid and you have to rely on others." Ye Sanshao was polite and hit the nail on the head.
"Old Ye, is it true what the Third Young Master said? Did you really give Lewis the money for the Repulse Bay project?"
"...This is not true. It's more than 10 billion. How did the third young master make up for it later?"