"Of course, everything I say is serious." William nodded. Once Amir Barkawi really carried out an attack in London, it would not be easy to make money.
You don’t even need to go short in London. It’s not difficult to make billions by going short in some countries that don’t have a strong influence on England and France.
Thinking of this, William's somewhat depressed mind became active again. The only thing that worried him was that if someone found out, would people think that he had actually known about the attack for a long time?
For the sake of money, he ignored the life and death of the people and did not warn the relevant departments. Alas, William got a headache again just thinking about this.
"God, if you can only solve half of the problem, all the shareholders and employees of the bank will shine your shoes and bend down for you."
"Haha," William reluctantly laughed a few times. Taking advantage of Pierre's excitement, he expressed his calculations, "I like that. From the moment we sign the contract, I promise to settle at least 3.5 billion US dollars within 3 months."
The loss will be,
If I can achieve the 5 billion to acquire 18% of the shares, if I cannot do it, I will acquire the 18% of the shares at a valuation of 50 billion US dollars.
That is to say, in addition to the 5 billion US dollars currently deposited in the bank, if I want to acquire the 18% shares, I will also need to pay 4 billion US dollars to your bank. Is there any problem?"
Pierre shook his head hastily.
"Very good, then tell the bank's shareholders the good news. Dear Pierre, I'm waiting for your news."
"Okay, sir, I'll call and report to the board of directors right now." Pierre excitedly took out his cell phone and apologized to William, "I'll excuse you now, Mr. Devonshire."
"Well, I'm waiting for your good news."
Pierre shook hands with William excitedly, walked out of the living room, took a few breaths of evening air outside the castle, looked at the afterglow of the sun in the sky, and suddenly began to reflect in his heart.
I stood there blankly for a few minutes, thinking to myself, wasn't the purpose of coming to see William just for 5% of the shares? How come the conversation turned into the bank selling 18% of the shares to William.
Although if William cannot recover US$3.5 billion in losses for the bank in three months, these 18% shares can be exchanged for US$9 billion in life-saving funds.
Even if it is calculated at a valuation of US$50 billion, once William really gets 18% of the shares, he will immediately become the largest individual shareholder of the Bank of France.
From now on, William will be unable to avoid anything in the bank. The Devonshire family is likely to become a very popular family in the French banking industry. After all, the Banque de France is the top three bank in France.
Pierre slapped his forehead, feeling that he had definitely been tricked. As soon as he heard that William could solve half of the loss, which was 3.5 billion US dollars, his forehead became hot, and all he could think about was how to stabilize the stock price.
He only cared about immediate interests but did not think about the troubles in the future.
But when I think of William's confident look just now, and then think that if this crisis cannot be solved satisfactorily, there is a 100% chance that he, the general manager of the Bank of France, will be fired.
He could not even think about working in the banking industry for the rest of his life. How could Pierre, who was not yet 60 years old and still energetic, endure this?
He walked quietly in the castle for more than ten minutes, looking at the afterglow of the sun in the sky, and suddenly thought that if he didn't do something, then his life would be like the sun that was about to set, and he would be kicked out of the upper class society.
Thinking of this, Pierre suddenly understood that if he couldn't pass this level, he would have the opportunity to worry about the future. At this moment, the thought of people being punished for their own sake quickly filled his mind.
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William stood by the window on the second floor of the castle, watching with some admiration the hesitant Pierre walking around in the garden.
This old man is indeed a veteran who has been in charge of the Bank of France for ten years. Although he suffers from serious big company diseases, he has not lost his vigilance and experience.
I originally thought that Pierre would realize that he had been deceived by reporting to the bank and being scolded or ridiculed. Unexpectedly, the old man wanted to understand the trap of William's $9 billion investment as soon as he left the castle.
Just when William secretly thought it was a pity, things took a turn for the worse. Pierre took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. The spider robot that had been following him immediately conveyed what Pierre said to William's ears.
"Kate, this is Pierre, inform all directors that I will hold a shareholders' meeting in an hour and a half."
"Yes, Kate, I'm not joking. I will fly back to the bank later. Today's meeting will be conducted under the highest level of confidentiality. Anyone who participates in the meeting must sign the strictest confidentiality agreement."
"Okay, thank you, see you later." Pierre hung up the phone, then made a call and went out. Twenty minutes later, he took a few of his men on the helicopter that flew over and flew to Paris.
Watching Pierre's helicopter fly away, William couldn't help but smile happily on his face. Although he didn't know why Pierre did this, things finally returned to the direction he expected.
Now he should pay attention to this guy Amir Barkawi.
In a happy mood, he had dinner with Anthony and several other directors of Starstar. He looked up and saw that the sky outside had darkened. William apologized, "I've finished eating. You can do whatever you want, gentlemen."
Anthony and others stood up quickly, watched William walk out of the restaurant, and looked at each other. William's personal tax lawyer, Lunt, shrugged helplessly and said regretfully, "Looking at the boss's mood, we know that our bonus may be in vain."
Anthony also cursed with regret, "Damn Gallic Rooster, can't these bastards be tougher? Before we even exerted our strength, these bastards surrendered directly to the boss. The bonus is a trivial matter. It makes me feel like a waste now.
Same".
"That's right, oh, God, fortunately the jewelry I ordered from the jewelry company has not yet been finalized, otherwise I would not have the hundreds of thousands of dollars to pay for it," said Seaver, the accountant supervisor, thankfully.
"Hahaha", several other people couldn't help laughing when they heard Xivier's complaint.
"Damn it, you guys are still laughing," Xivier stared at Anthony and Lunt and complained, "It's a shame that I have been your friend for more than ten years. Not only did you not introduce me to the boss earlier, but you also took the accountant's job, fk, one of you is a tax
Lawyers, one is a contract lawyer, can you do the work of an accountant?"
Anthony curled his lips and said, "Our boss is a super rich man. As long as the boss is willing to pay, there is nothing that money can't solve for me."
"Okay, okay, let's think about the contract. Although there is no bonus, I have a feeling that we will be very, very busy next time." Langte picked up the cup and took a sip of Latu. "It's better to be the boss.
We can actually drink Latour from 1990, which is a good thing that even the rich can’t buy.”
Anthony laughed, "Collecting good wine is probably our boss's only hobby."