Chapter 315: A Billion Dollar Chinese Antiques Sale
"Okay, I will tell the news to those who need it. However, William, you can't always use me as a messenger. You should contact some big nobles who have a good impression of you. This will be good for you."
"Haha, I'll give you a hehe," William said sarcastically, "There's no benefit, there's a lot of mess, Garis, do you really think I don't know that the old fox Grand Duke Devon and the nobles around him are staring at me?"
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"In order to make his descendants rich enough to inherit his title and wealth, that old fox, Grand Duke Devon, as the major shareholder of Daibis, not only sat back and watched me short-selling Daibis, but also secretly lent money to his son to short-sell Daibis.
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"This kind of old fox who can even sell his own people for the sake of the family is not a good partner."
Garris said helplessly, "Haha, I don't believe you don't know why Duke Devin did this. It's all for the sake of the family and the name."
Of course William knows the reason. Isn't it because he is not good enough and is acting as a back-up?
The stock price of Daibis has plummeted. If the Duke of Devon was still in good health a few years ago, he would definitely be furious, but now he hopes that the stock price of Daibis will drop by 90% so that he can sell the Daibis he owns.
The shares there are undervalued and will be inherited by his descendants.
Anyway, the stock price of DEBIS will definitely return to its actual value in the end.
Now that Debbie's stock price has plummeted by nearly four levels, the inheritance tax his descendants will have to pay will also be reduced by four levels, which is hundreds of millions of dollars.
Therefore, the Duke of Devon not only did not blame William for having the idea of Dabis, but instead tacitly watched William's troubles.
"And you are not qualified to say this. I really think you are a good person. In your eyes, we are just pawns." Garris mocked back: "If you didn't want to use us as a shield this time, you would
Tell me you're shorting Debs?"
William smiled and said, "Even if we are using each other, at least I will let you drink soup, a mouthful of delicious soup. Making money is wonderful, isn't it?"
Garris was silent for a long time, then sighed and said, "Well, for the sake of money, I believe that other people will not hinder you or deliberately go against you.
But we have a very simple request. When you eat meat, we hope you can think about whether people in the same camp can take a sip of soup."
"As long as you don't want to swallow me whole with my bones, then drinking soup will definitely be fine.
However, if I, as a chef, make good things, it is okay to charge 30% of the processing fee. Otherwise, if I just pay without reporting back, the business and friendship will not last long."
Garris was silent for a moment and said, "Wait for my call, but I think it should be fine. Now that everyone is so eager for you to join us, it is also an affirmation of your ability to make money. We need you."
Ha, everyone needs me, okay? People who can help others make money will be popular everywhere, but no one will help others make money for nothing. Unless there are other benefits, it is not better to make it yourself.
William squinted his eyes and waited for Garris to call back. He knew very well that he could not stay away from people in the same camp forever, but it was definitely impossible for him to pay for it in vain.
If those old foxes like the Duke of Devon were willing to give up the third-level profits, William wouldn't be able to cooperate with them.
It's not about giving away money anyway, but blocking these people's mouths with some financial resources and information that you can't care about. Not only can they help you make money, but
You can also live in peace for the time being and at the same time use their power to help you do things. This can be considered mutually beneficial.
As for the future, William did not expect to be an outsider forever, but he also understood that he was too young, and even if he wanted to participate in the affairs of the nobles, he could only be a junior.
William was not interested in doing this kind of thing where he was treated as a junior or junior.
These nobles who are united together are actually, to put it bluntly, a group of people who want to preserve their family's honor, status and privileges.
You don't care, there is actually no difference between these people and capitalists and landlords.
But if you care about the aristocracy, then this group of people will make you understand how difficult it is to get into the aristocracy and how exclusive it is.
He is courteous on the outside, but extremely arrogant on the inside, pretending to be the glory of his ancestors, and asking for this and that based on the achievements of his ancestors.
But some people just do this.
Half an hour later, William stopped the boat, took out his fishing tools, and stood in front of the third deck to catch fish out of boredom.
Perhaps because I was careless, I fished for an hour and a half without catching a fish.
But William wasn’t angry either, he was just passing the time anyway.
After another half an hour, Garris' call finally came back.
"Generally we agree with your conditions, but we hope to replace the 30% profit with other things.
You know that the Grand Duke of Devon and some other big nobles are very old, and they hope that the people who cooperate with you will be replaced by their descendants, leaving cash so that they can inherit their wealth and titles."
"No problem, what I want is a return. As for whether it's money, I don't care. Tell me what good things you have prepared for me. Let's talk about it first. Unless it's a castle in London, or those shabby castles and manors in other places.
Just don't tell me, I'm not the king of rags."
"Okay", after being gagged by William, Garris immediately removed several castles used as bargaining chips in his mind and mocked, "Only an idiot would give you the castle near London."
After waiting for a few seconds, but not waiting for William to retort, Garris said boringly, "I have some land, wineries and artworks here. The land is,,,"
"Unless it's land in Oxford, don't talk about it," William interrupted. It didn't take much for him to know that these lands were definitely not good places.
He has no interest in taking care of the unprofitable land in the corner.
"Except for the five major wineries, don't tell me about other wineries. The wineries in England are not as good as those in Scotland. What am I going to do with these unknown things? Take a bath? You'd better tell me about the art.
This interests me."
"If you only want art, we can't talk about it on the phone. You'd better find some experts to come to London and see it for yourself," Garris said helplessly.
"No problem, by the way, which country do these artworks come from?"
"This, this," Garris hesitated for a long time before saying, "Celestial Dynasty."
"All of them?" William asked in surprise.
"Well, I guess so. If you don't like it, we can discuss it. How about giving you some Chinese antiques and Eastern European antiques?" Garris asked carefully.
"Ha, do you think I'm an idiot? What is the price of Chinese antiques during the current stock market crash? What should I do with the antiques from those small countries in Eastern Europe?"
William was angry on the lips, but happy in his heart, "Unless you sell me all the Chinese antiques at the market price, it's a gamble, otherwise you can keep it for yourself."
"This is not impossible, but I think you may not be able to eat all the Chinese antiques. The third-level profit that should be given to you this time is 92 million US dollars, but this 92 million US dollars may not even be one-tenth of the value of the Chinese antiques."