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Chapter 135: The ditch (one more chapter now)

The British love to hold it. In the words of the old Beijing, that means the price cannot be reduced, and the share cannot be reduced.

Their innate arrogance and sense of superiority engraved in their bones made them pay a huge price this time - they arranged the Tesla roadshow to start at the Claridge's Hotel, and the three surrounding streets were severely congested every day.

More than 300 named investors have come, not including small investment institutions and individual investors.

Residents in the Mayfair area of ​​London have obviously never seen such a scene. Luxury hotels are overcrowded, but hotels below five stars are empty.

Now it is no longer a question of whether Tesla can raise money, but whether these investors are qualified to participate. If they can't even stay in a luxury hotel, they are obviously not the investors Tesla needs.

As a result, the rents of nearby mansions and castles began to skyrocket.

Zhao Song knew that this was an era of money and money.

No matter how popular Tesla is, it can't compare to Ahri in another world. That was an era where money was taken for granted.

However, Zhao Song was still shocked by the lively scene in front of him.

…………

London, Knightsbridge area, Lansbury Hotel.

In the most expensive suite, Zhao Song stood in front of the window and looked out of the window in shock:

"Why are these people standing in front of the hotel if they don't go to Buckingham Palace and Hyde Park?"

Next to him was Nancy, who came to visit, and said with a smile:

"Maybe they're waiting for a room to become available?"

"Because of Tesla?"

"Because of Tesla." As Tesla's director representative, Nancy is also honored.

"How many invitations have we sent?" This is adjusted by the affairs team at any time according to the situation, and Zhao Song is not aware of it yet.

"800 were confirmed last night."

"..." Zhao Song was a little dazed. Tesla was so far behind Ari 10 years later?

"Why so many?"

Nancy said dissatisfiedly: "Nicholas, because you sold all Tesla's interests in the island country, we need to delve deeper into the European market of Shengtian, and of course we are hungry for more investors!"

Zhao Song withdrew his gaze from the window, turned to look at Nancy, and said with a smile: "Nancy, things are so unpredictable. We have changed from friends to enemies, and now from enemies to friends again. You can actually serve Tesla wholeheartedly."

Considered it.”

Nancy was old enough to be Zhao Song's mother. She teased him regardless of age. Nancy suppressed her good temper: "Whether we are friends depends on whether you can fulfill your promise to me. Now, obviously

A smooth listing of Tesla is in the common interest of everyone."

"Okay," Zhao Song said helplessly, "tell me what needs to be done?"

"What to do? Of course you must attend the banquet with all your energy!

Because we can’t just let investors come to us, we also need to select investors, and Oliver is the best candidate.”

"Oliver?" Zhao Song was confused, "Who is it?"

"The man behind the British record industry."

"Big boss?"

"No, but he knows many big bosses and is also a noble. He also wants to accompany his daughter to this Queen Charlotte Ball."

"Have you arranged all my schedule before going public?" Zhao Song asked dissatisfiedly.

"When the other party's ability, status, and resources are not worthy of your current achievements, all you do is ineffective social interaction!" Nancy reminded with the same dissatisfaction, "Nicholas, when you started to go down the road of entrepreneur personal image management

, it means that Tesla and your personal brand image are inseparable. If you still act willfully during the period before Tesla goes on the market, you will be irresponsible to Tesla!"

"Ok, ok~" Zhao Song raised his hands in surrender and muttered, "My personal image is related to the interests of everyone at Tesla, but what do you want me to do with a woman?"

"Because that is part of your personal image," Nancy said with a cold expression, stretching out her two heads to point to her eyes, "Tesla people will stare at her, but any subsequent activities cannot give her spirit and emotion.

If work and life bring any joy and progress, Tesla will stop tilting her resources in time and stop losses!"

"..." Zhao Song had a gloomy face and said nothing.

Nancy slowed down her expression and persuaded softly: "If there are other ways, every Tesla shareholder and employee would be willing to do these things for you, but investors will not agree, and their eyes will only be focused on you.

and see if you can bring them the expected return on their investment!”

"Don't worry, I won't hold you back," Zhao Song calmed down quickly, "I just hate those proud, arrogant, and full of superiority 'nobles.' Nancy, what era is it, why is the lineage theory still there?

Popular in Europe?”

"Because that's the rule that runs here."

"Rules?!" Zhao Song's face was full of sarcasm, "This rule cannot be played by flower growers. There will be more generations of the above, at least 500 million royal relatives!"

Nancy shrugged: "It won't work in America either."

"Come on, don't think that I don't know about blue-blood nobles," Zhao Song replied disdainfully, "It is said that the Jews who control the world have been restricted by you people in the number of Ivy League students!"

Nancy didn’t care and shrugged: “The reality is that Jewish college students don’t pass that limit every year!”

"But no one can deny its existence," Zhao Song lowered his voice when he saw that the stylist team had entered the room, "Free America, ha!~ There are no so-called rules designated by aristocrats behind the scenes."

Nancy knew what kind of person Zhao Song was, so she spread her hands and did not refute his words.

Zhao Song suddenly felt bored. Seeing outsiders come in, he simply changed the topic to a lighter topic:

"I heard that the old lady's grandpa's grandma is the legendary European grandma."

Nancy smiled and said: "Yes, and her husband's grandma's grandma is also a legendary European grandmother."

"..." Zhao Song tilted his head, gave up on using a map to draw a family tree for the royal family, and muttered in a low voice:

"A group of inbred hybrids, talking about bloodlines with us Chinese?

Bah~!!~~"

…………

next door.

Xiao Yu was sitting honestly, letting the stylist mess with her head.

The twin ponytails are gone, and her hair has been tied up. Her big smiling eyes are a little more charming after the eyeshadow in the picture. Several years of eating and drinking have also allowed her figure to take shape, giving the stylist a lot of help.

There is room for her to create a look that is more in line with Western aesthetics.

"Bai Li!~" Xiaoyu saw the woman walking over through the mirror, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Why did you go already?"

Bai Li raised her eyebrows and glared back: "Wei Mingyu, no matter what, I'm older than you, please be polite when you speak."

Xiao Yu: "I'm sorry, if you had come out earlier, would I have had to suffer this for another two years?"

Women are always the same with and without men. Especially when they are fighting.

Bai Li: "What happened? Your brother invited me here."

Xiaoyu: "If you really don't have that intention, you should be like those Shabi girls, I beg you not to come!"

Bai Li: "..."

She couldn't scold Wei Mingyu, who had grown up in a bad guy's den, so she took advantage of Xiaoyu's inability to move and pinched her waist hard.

"Bai Li, wait for me~ Don't forget that you are accompanying a guest, and I will have plenty of opportunities to make you look foolish."

Bai Li said disdainfully: "Do you know what kind of dance it is? All our actions must follow strict procedures. Will I make a fool of myself? Try acting blindly! Let's see how your brother handles you."

Xiao Yu was angry: "Don't mention my brother!"

"Okay, don't mention it." Bai Li smiled and looked at Xiaoyu's slightly flat chest through the mirror, "Oh, you want me to make a fool of myself?"

After taunting her, she sat next to Xiao Yu, and the stylist next to her who tried hard to pretend he didn't exist quickly stepped forward to toss her.

"Betty, what do you mean?"

"What I mean is: it won't necessarily be who makes a fool of himself then."

"Why?"

"Because I have a ditch!"


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