The leisurely life of the rich start

Zhang Da replied: "Please don't say that, you are in your prime..."

The two played Tai Chi.

Zhang Da is not in a hurry, because his desire to sell stocks is not strong.

Otis is not in a hurry either, he is sifting through useful information during the exchange of pleasantries between the two.

One of the first things he was sure of was that Zhang Da was not from Wall Street.

Because what he left in the email was his most frequently used business phone number.

If it is an elite on Wall Street, he should be able to recognize his number and not go to the landline.

Secondly, he infers that the other party's desire to sell stocks is not strong.

Zhang Da, who was talking to him, was more like a pawn of the invisible rich man in Huaguo.

The other party has a young voice, a neither humble nor overbearing attitude, and standard and fluent spoken English.

All made Otis believe that Zhang Da is a well-educated kid from a rich family.

As for why it is an invisible rich man?

It is because none of the Chinese billionaires listed on the Hurun Report this year holds shares in McDonald's.

Now, he needs to find out the identity of the other party.

"Mr. Zhang, your oral English is extremely fluent! You must have had the experience of studying abroad in Citigroup, right?"

Otis asked pretendingly while thinking, "With all due respect, it is difficult for a person who has no experience in studying abroad to speak such standard spoken English."

If Zhang Da's alma mater is found out, he will have great confidence that he can find out the other party's family background.

"Haha, thanks for the exaggeration." Zhang Da sniffed out the temptation in the sugar-coated shell, and prevaricated, "Thank you for answering my call at such a late hour. It's very interesting to talk to a Wall Street legend like you."

"Thanks, I'm glad you said that," Otis said. "But how about we get down to business?"

"You mean to sell McDonald's stock?" Zhang Da said bluntly, "To be honest, this is not a small business, and I need to think carefully about it."

"Of course, we should be cautious." Otis said, "But please believe that our acquisition is very sincere."

"I believe in your sincerity." Zhang Da said politely, "(Citigroup) is getting late, let's talk another day."

He is just as strong as he is now.

Since Otis was clichéd, he simply ended the chat on his own initiative.

"No problem," Otis said, looking at the floor-to-ceiling windows flickering with sporadic lights. "Trust me, this will be a win-win deal."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Da shook his head slightly.

The sugar-coated cannonball of zbism is not delicious.

After finishing talking with Zhang Da, Otis got up and left the office.

The secretary bowed respectfully to him: "Sir."

Otis asked, "Amy, what impression do you have of the gentleman you were on the phone with?"

"He speaks very politely, perhaps a gentleman," replied the secretary, "and besides, he speaks fluently, without the slightest feeling of being a foreigner."

Otis raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, let's get off work."

For the time being, Zhang Da put the acquisition matter behind him and devoted himself to football training.

Today is the last warm-up training before the official competition.

After dinner, Zhang Da, who was exhausted and returned home to take a bath, suddenly had an idea:

If he really wants to sell his McDonald's stock, "barter" should be the best model.

He is not short of money.

The achievements of the system and the Yuanda investment company are constantly grabbing wealth for him.

But there are some things that cannot be achieved with money alone.

If Black Rock's connections can help him acquire a Premier League team, he might consider selling his shares.

In the distant Citigroup, a morning meeting of the Black Rock Group is underway.

The host of the meeting was none other than Otis.

The participants were all his investment elites.

"Everyone, I had a phone call with our Mr. Shareholder last night."

With a cup of coffee in front of Otis,

"The person I'm talking to is Zhang Da. He probably comes from a mysterious wealthy family in Huaguo. Money may not help us achieve our goals."

"Boss, we have enough resources at hand to meet the other party's request."

Said a fat middle-aged man, "The only thing that counts is your determination."

"Determination? We must obtain more than 34% of the shares of McDonald's to have security control and a veto on the board of directors."

Otis said solemnly, "Everyone here knows that, doesn't it?"

"Of course, boss!" said another thin man, "but if you want to hold more than 34% of the shares before the shareholders' meeting, you will have to pay a very high price."

"Forget about the damn shareholders' meeting!" Otis took a sip of coffee, "There is no need to rush, the acquisition of equity is a long-term plan."

"I will make a new plan." The thin man said, "However, boss, we are not the only ones buying McDonald's stock."

"Other stakeholders are also acting to prevent us from gaining security control."

"That's right." The fat man echoed, "The news I got is that the second largest shareholder already holds 14% of the company's shares. Although they are far behind us, they are still going all out to buy."

"I know." Otis laughed. "Don't worry, they don't have enough funds. And, with their help, the stock price will continue to rise."

Then, he asked the secretary again: "Amy, what is the McDonald's equity we hold now?"

"29.65%, sir!"

The fat man said proudly: "We are far ahead, boss!"

"Yes..." Otis said noncommittally, "but it's nothing to be proud of, because we are Black Rock."

The thin man nodded quickly and said, "Yes, we are Heiyan!"

The fat man finally said: "Boss, I will mobilize my contacts and collect as much information as possible about Mr. Zhang Da."

"Okay, go try it. After all, the other party is still blank with us." Otis looked at the fat man and said, "Bob, you are responsible for following up on this 1% McDonald's stock."

The fat man nodded confidently, "Yes, boss!"

Chapter 239 How many people are happy and how many people are sad

Silent night.

Bob, who was still busy in the office, scratched his head helplessly.

It has been two days since the Wednesday morning meeting concluded.

But so far, he still doesn't know anything about the identity of Zhang Da, a small shareholder of McDonald's.

With Heiyan's huge network of relationships, such a situation is relatively rare.

After drinking half a cup of coffee, Bob began to rearrange the information on the computer.

There is a member of Xiangjiang Jockey Association named Zhang Da.

Kemao protects the privacy of its members very well, and they cannot obtain more information.

There are quite a few companies in Huaguo whose legal person name is Zhang Da, but there are too many people with the same name. Searching in this direction is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

...

After a long time, Bob finally couldn't hold on, and drank the remaining half cup of coffee with a wry smile.

This young man from the "invisible rich family" in Huaguo hides it very deeply.

Perhaps, he needs to use some unapproachable methods to investigate the other party's identity.

Hua Guo, Zhang Da, who was just about to have lunch, sneezed inexplicably.

Zhang Jun quickly asked: "What's going on? Didn't you catch a cold?"

Fan Jiang, who was lounging at Zhang Da's house, slandered in his heart: "Yes, don't die before you leave school." '

"No." Zhang Da shook his head, "I wear thick clothes when I go out, and there is floor heating at home, how could I catch a cold?"

Zhang Jun felt relieved, smiled and said, "Well, play well this afternoon."

Zhang Da nodded heavily: "No problem."

The final of the "Cathay Pacific Cup" will start at 3 pm today, Saturday in China.

After the meal, the group rushed to the stadium in Jiangning District.

The stadium belonging to Zhang Da was successfully completed in the semi-finals.

After passing the quality inspection, it became the venue for the final of the "Cathay Cup".

Outside the court, Fan Jiang sighed: "Okay, you really are playing at home."

"Keep a low profile." Looking at the scattered spectators walking into the stadium, Zhang Da hurriedly said, "We came to the competition anonymously."

"Okay, then go for it." Fan Jiang waved at him, "Don't be like LGD."

"Your analogy is wrong, LGD didn't even touch the lawn of the finals this year."

While complaining, Zhang Da walked into the locker room with Zhang Jun.

As soon as he entered the locker room, he heard someone singing.

"I waited for a long time and finally waited until today..."

It is Hua Tsai's "Today".

Seeing Kong Tianyin and Wang Xu shaking their heads to the music with fascination, Zhang Da silently recorded the video.

Two minutes later, Ding Ran followed Ding Weijun into the locker room.

As soon as he heard the singing, he said excitedly: "Huh? Why is my song playing today?"

The two of Kong Tianyin who had their beat interrupted immediately turned around and stared at Ding Ran.

Then, bursts of joyous laughter rang out in the locker room.

Although there is a high probability that he will not be able to play, Ding Ran never lags behind in terms of activating the team atmosphere.

"Come on, it's the last game!"

Zhang Jun boosted morale for the last time,

"We still insist on playing on both sides. If we have a chance, we will cross or put in a shot after midfield."

Kong Sheng raised his arms and shouted:

"We made it all the way to the final this time, strength and luck are on our side. Today, it's time to aspire to the Jinling Football League!"

The middle-aged people were all in unison: "Champion!"

Young people hold their own opinions:

"Losing less and winning."

"The runner-up is also fine."

"If you don't lose three goals, you will win."

"Congratulations og..."

Ding Weijun was dissatisfied: "Can you have some momentum?"

"Dad, it's called poisonous milk." Ding Ran explained, "It's also called the weapon of causality."

"It's clean and some are gone." Ding Weijun patted his son on the back, and then said loudly,

"Everyone, come on for the final!"

At 3 pm, the game started on time.