Save the Bachelor of Heaven

 Chapter 38943896【Looking for allies】

Xiang Nan is not interested in working for others, so he will not join those investment banks.

But he knew that no matter where he was, if he wanted to live well, it was not enough just to have money.

Having money but no power is just fish on the chopping board and may be slaughtered at any time.

Just like some people run to the United States with huge sums of money, thinking they can live happily ever after, but they are either blackmailed by local gangs, blackmailed by local politicians, or caught in a series of lawsuits. Therefore, within a few years, you will be drained of all your money, impoverished, and completely defeated.

Xiang Nan has so much investment in the United States. Without strong power protection, his wealth may evaporate at any time.

  After all, he knows that the so-called “private property is sacrosanct” in the West is simply a big lie.

During the Russo-Ukrainian War, the wealth of many Russian wealthy people was frozen and seized without reason, and they were unable to resist.

Xiang Nan doesn’t want his investment in the United States to disappear one day, so he needs to have a certain amount of power to protect his property.

 To obtain this powerful power, it is not enough to rely on his own strength.

Even if Xiang Nan is the best in the world in martial arts and can kill people invisible, he still cannot fight against the system, the country, and interest groups.

 So he must make his own allies and cultivate his own power. As the saying goes, a fence has three stakes, and a hero has three gangs.

 He is prepared to use a carrot and stick strategy to find allies for himself.

 Daguang Private Equity Fund is his carrot. He can make money for his allies and keep them on his side. Just like the "Enter Four, Out Six" of the Yiwu Knocking Sugar Gang, only by sharing the interests can one's own path go more smoothly.

 …

After establishing Daguang Private Equity Fund, Xiang Nan visited several well-known wealthy people in the United States and invited them to invest in his fund.

The first person he found was Sam Walton, the richest man in the United States and the founder of Wal-Mart.

"Mr. Walton, I am Chen Daguang. I hope you can invest in my fund." Xiang Nan said straight to the point after meeting him.

“I have heard about your deeds, and I admire your success in predicting the stock market crash, but rather than giving you money to invest, I believe in my own vision.” Sam Walton looked at Xiang Nandao.

 He has heard of Xiang Nan’s name. As the stock market crash unfolded, Xiang Nan's reputation soared, and now he has become a well-known figure in the investment and financial field.

 He also admired Xiang Nan for having such courage and actually daring to come to him for investment. You must know that he has always been frugal. Even as a billionaire, he still maintains a simple style.

He has never bought a luxury house and has always lived in an old house. He wears discounted cheap clothes, drives a dilapidated minivan, and gets his haircut at a street barber shop...

 Such a frugal person would like to break off two petals of a flower for every penny, so how could he be willing to hand over his money to Xiang Nan to take care of it.

Furthermore, he worked his way from a farmer with nothing to become the richest man in the United States today. Such financial management skills are also quite rare.

There is no need for him to hand over his money to Xiang Nan. He is confident enough to take care of his own property without relying on these so-called financial advisors.

"I also admire your vision." Xiang Nan smiled and nodded, "After all, not everyone has the ability to start from scratch and become the richest man in the country from nothing. But I have some talents that you can't imagine."

　　As he spoke, he waved his hand, and Sam Walton was immediately unable to move.

 “Are you a devil?” Sam Walton looked at Xiang Nandao in horror.

He felt like a statue. He could hear, see, and speak, but couldn't move. This feeling was really terrifying.

 This is witchcraft, this is magic, this is the devil!

 “Come here! Come here!” He shouted immediately, but then he opened his mouth and could not speak. “Chairman, are you okay?” the secretary walked in and asked.

 “Get me a cup of coffee,” Sam Walton said immediately.

"Okay." The secretary nodded and walked out. After a while, he returned to the office with a cup of coffee, "Chairman, your coffee."

 “Okay, let’s go down.” Sam Walton nodded.

 The secretary immediately withdrew.

 …

After the secretary left, Xiang Nan picked up the coffee and took a sip. The taste was really average, just cheap stuff sold in Wal-Mart supermarkets.

 I didn’t expect that a billionaire could drink coffee so mediocrely. Not to mention buying some high-end products, such as Blue Mountain, Kona, Geisha, and Mandheling.

 Having made so much money, yet so stingy. In that case, why make so much money? Is it just an addiction to making money?

 Putting down the coffee, Xiang Nan looked at Sam Walton, smiled slightly and said, "You see, I can make you live and die with just a few clicks of my fingers, completely obeying my orders."

 As he spoke, he waved his hand, and Sam Walton was immediately able to move again.

 “Are you Satan?” He looked at Xiang Nan and asked with a look of horror on his face.

Xiang Nan just waved his hand, but he couldn't move. I wanted to call for help from my secretary, but my mouth didn't listen at all, as if someone had controlled my brain.

 He actually has such power, he is simply like the devil Satan.

"I'm not that powerful, and I'm not that evil." Xiang Nan waved his hand and smiled, "I just want to use your name. Just invest 50 million in my fund and announce that I am your fund manager." ”

 As the richest man in the United States, Sam Walton has a strong demonstration effect. As long as he is willing to invest in Xiang Nan's fund, others will flock to it, and Xiang Nan won't have to go around soliciting investments.

 “What if I don’t agree?” Sam Walton said with a cold expression.

"We have an old saying in China, which is called 'If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink.'" Xiang Nan smiled slightly and said, "I'll discuss it with you carefully but you don't want to, so don't blame me for being rude. Look, I want to kill you. A breeze."

Xiang Nan waved his hand as he spoke, and Sam Walton immediately picked up the paper knife on his desk and stabbed his neck slowly.

Although he struggled hard, it was of no use. The tip of the knife quickly pierced his neck and was about to cut his throat. When the time comes, blood will spray out and he will definitely not survive.

 So Sam Walton broke out in a cold sweat, his face turned pale with fright, and his eyes showed endless fear.

"If you die like this, even if the police come to investigate, you committed suicide yourself and have nothing to do with me." Xiang Nan smiled, "I can even ask you to sign a property donation statement to let you Give me the entire Walmart.

 But I didn’t want to do that, because I just came to you for cooperation with good intentions, and I hope you won’t let me down. So wink if you agree. "

 Sam Walton blinked immediately and did not dare to hesitate another step.

 Compared to $50 million, of course his life is more important.

"Look, it would have been better if we had done this earlier." Xiang Nan said with a smile, "There is no need to make it so embarrassing."

 Sam Walton suddenly regained his freedom. He was so frightened that he dropped the knife in his hand and looked at Xiang Nan, panting, his eyes full of fear.

 (End of this chapter)