In Box No. 47, Jennifer Wildenstein stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down.
Since it is still the knockout stage, the NHSAA committee has set up eight arenas in the University of Nottingham venue. This requires all participating players to enter the arena in advance and be exposed to the sight of 60,000 spectators in the auditorium.
At this time, Jennifer Wildenstein's eyes were all focused on Li Mochen, and she never looked away for a moment.
However, she was not the only one in this large box, there were more than a dozen young men and women in luxurious clothes sitting in the box.
"That's our cousin Andre, right? He looks so stupid."
"You must have seen him on TV, right? To say he is stupid is a bit too much, he is still very beautiful. I can only say that this guy's temperament is very similar to those idiots from the countryside."
"The color of his hair is black, and so are his eyes, which are pure black and look disgusting."
"Why is a mixed-race mongrel allowed to keep the surname 'Wildenstein'?"
"You're wrong. I don't want to have this surname yet. I tried to change my name with the Social Security Administration several times, but my family stepped in and suppressed it."
"Why? I've always been curious, why is this guy on the inheritance sequence list?"
"I don't know. It is said that the two elders insist that they have a good relationship with Elena. Don't underestimate him. Maybe he can be accepted by the family elders council by performing an awakening ceremony. Don't we have one here?
"
"Will this guy win today? I'm very curious. His affairs have been reported in the news every day recently, and it doesn't seem right."
"I've had someone investigate this matter, and it's true that someone is adding fuel to the fire. But the results of the investigation make me even more confused. It's Penguin Gaming and Arcadis."
"Arcadis? This is surprising. Both sides seem to be very confident. Let's make a bet. Ten thousand gold shields. I bet that our cousin will, like James Langster said, ask for help.
He knelt down and surrendered."
"Then I also bet 10,000 gold shields. To be honest, I don't like this guy wearing the surname 'Wildenstein' in the ring, but I am more optimistic about Lanceter."
"Ten thousand, I bet he will admit defeat before he starts."
"Hey, are they all from Lancet? He is our cousin after all, and Jennifer's brother, right? Don't go too far -"
Jennifer Wildenstein had been watching quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows until her craving for cigarettes got the best of her and she walked out of the box.
And shortly after she left, someone among the young people sneered.
"Ha, this Bichi has finally gone away."
"She actually wants to fight for the inheritance rights of the consortium. Does she think she can really be considered a Wildenstein? The yellow blood in her bones cannot be washed away. It is just as disgusting as her brother."
"You don't know how powerful she is in the company. She has achieved some results and is arrogant in front of us. Who does she think she is?"
"She's very thick-skinned, doesn't she know she's not welcome here?"
Jennifer Wildenstein was unaware of the subsequent discussion in the box. She walked to the smoking area and just lit her cigarette, then she saw two groups of people not far away, walking from two directions.
Whether it was a coincidence or not, the one on the left was Dwight Payton, who had spoken to her a few weeks ago. The one on the right was Abraham, the Southwest Region President of Arcadis Sporting Goods Company.
·Archibald'.
So after seeing this scene, even Jennifer pricked up her ears and looked at the two people in front of her curiously.
These two sporting goods companies are currently the two largest companies in America. Arcadis has a long history and its business territory spans the old and new continents; and Naison Sports Group, which was born out of the Naison military-industrial complex, is a rising star.
Very competitive.
Now throughout America, Nathan and Arcadis are already vying for sports superstars and sales.
And the scenes where senior officials from both sides are together are always entertaining.
Dwight Payton took the initiative to reach out to the Southwest Region President of Arcadis this time: "What a coincidence, Mr. Archibald, you are also here to watch the seventh round, right? For Andre and
James?"
"For Andre and James."
Abraham Archibald responded with a smile: "I have to congratulate you. I heard you found a lucky man, right?"
Dwight's lips suddenly raised slightly: "He is indeed very lucky, and he will always be lucky."
"That's not necessarily true. People can't always have their dreams come true. Our James didn't have any accidents this time, right?"
Abraham laughed with a smile on his face: "You, Nathan, have spent a lot of money on him, right? The total is nearly 7 million gold shields? As expected of you, Nathan, you are not lenient at all in spending money. Your board of directors knows that
Is this about Payton?”
"I know, of course I know. I was questioned about this matter three weeks ago, so I'm still a little bit stressed."
Dwight replied calmly: "But after today, they will realize that this effort is completely worth it. Besides, if it is not as much as seven million, the house itself will not depreciate. But you, Arkadis, spent this time on
The money in the media must be no less than four million gold shields, right?"
"Since you Naisen want to make trouble, we naturally have to go with the flow."
Abraham chuckled: "I think before today, you must not have really understood James. That kid has unlimited potential. So I'm sorry, I heard that you have prepared a large amount of supplies in advance, right? To be honest, this is not a good idea.
Good idea. As a professional manager, this approach is too risky, and you may lose your job. You should know that James has one bad thing, that is, he likes to humiliate people in the ring too much. I hope this time
The ending shouldn’t be so bad.”
"We're not the only ones stocking up, right?"
Dwight continued to smile and stepped aside: "Man, what we are doing now is of no use, is it? Let's let the facts speak for themselves. We will see the results in forty minutes, right?"
Abraham Archibald's eyes narrowed slightly, he glanced at Dwight steadily, and then walked towards his box.
Dwight Payton also left subsequently, but just as he passed the smoking area, Jennifer suddenly asked: "Mr. Payton, are you sure my brother can win?"
Dwight turned his head and looked over in surprise, and then laughed: "You are Jennifer, this is the first time I see you in reality. It's still the same sentence I just said, about your brother, we will see the result in forty minutes.
Okay? You should know how I am, and I will never waste my time on that rubbish."