Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 165 Controlling Rights
Subtitle of this chapter: Who can interrupt me from showing off?
But if smart people understand it, then they will understand it. If they speak it out, it will be a shame.
Yuan Yanshu did not take the initiative to expose it, but smiled and said: "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Baker . I have indeed recovered well."
Our Master Yuan did not reveal the other party's purpose, so this old fox became even more patient.
He also laughed and said, "I really envy you young people. I am really old, and it is time for me to retire completely."
American capitalists are really getting stronger with age, and almost all of them fight until the last moment.
In 1913, old J.P. Morgan was already 76 years old. He still felt that his body could not bear the work, so he followed the doctor's advice and went for a vacation in Egypt. He then died on the way back to the United States from Cairo.
Old Mr. Baker pointed at Little Baker and Yuan Yan and said, "Now it's your turn."
Hearing this, Louis Baker was stunned, and then he said at a loss: "Grandpa, I don't know what to do..."
He remembered that there was an outsider, Master Yuan, present, so he kept silent.
After hearing this half sentence, Yuan Yanshu, whose IQ reached 14 points, naturally had some understanding. It seems that my "Watson" has not yet chosen his career direction and is still confused about his future.
Of course, Mr. Baker Jr. was not yet clear about what industry he wanted to be a chairman of.
However, it was not convenient for him to interrupt other people's family affairs, so he changed the subject and said, "Mr. Baker, to thank you for your invitation, I have a gift for you."
When the old man heard this, he laughed and said, "Hahaha, what a coincidence, I also have a gift for you..."
"Then let's meet in the restaurant with our respective gifts."
Yuan Yan quickly returned to her room and changed into the evening gown she had specially paid the Jewish tailor to make for her the previous day.
It's really not that he is making a fuss or that he is addicted to being a high-class Chinese. Instead, if you have watched British and American TV series such as "Titanic" and "Downton Abbey" that depict the period before and after World War I, you will know that members of the upper class, both men and women, have to wear formal dresses when eating formal meals.
Wearing evening gowns to a banquet is the basic etiquette for gentlemen and ladies of this era. Our Master Yuan does not currently have the "qualification" to ignore this conventional social etiquette and must show his "personality".
He took the gift to the balcony of the restaurant, and soon the two Mr. Bakers also came. After the three of them ordered a glass of wine, Master Yuan took out his gift.
What gift can our Master Yuan give that is worthy of the man who is suspected to be the third richest man in America?
Of course, it is the mahjong tiles that "contain the ancient wisdom of Seres".
Of course, this set of mahjong is no ordinary item. The back is made of green jadeite and the front is white ivory. It is carved by a master and looks absolutely high-end and full of Seres style.
Well, jade and ivory sound very expensive. But in fact, the price gap between this mahjong and Master Yuan's psychological price is too big.
Modern people a hundred years later who came to 1920 would definitely be a little uncomfortable with the prices at that time.
A record player cost $100, which is equivalent to 6,000 RMB in later generations. A washing machine cost more than $100, and a refrigerator cost more than $200. If compared with the average annual salary of 600-700 US workers , such prices were obviously outrageously high.
On the contrary, jade, ivory and cultural relics are also considered luxury items, and their prices are ridiculously low compared to later generations.
So Yuan Yan spent just over four hundred US dollars to buy this set of mahjong tiles and gave it to Mr. Baker.
Four hundred dollars is indeed a lot of money, but it is just two refrigerators. For the "rising star in the British and American literary world", it is nothing.
"Well, it's a beautiful gift. But what is it?"
"Oh, this is what we Seris people did three thousand years ago..."
Our Master Yuan naturally once again sold his theories of "Oracle" and "TIAN REN HE YI" to Mr. Baker, and said that mahjong can not only prevent brain degeneration but also prolong life for the elderly, and of course it can also improve their own level.
Mr. Baker, who was talking about this, nodded repeatedly, not knowing how impressive he was, and accepted the gift with great satisfaction.
"So, Neo. This is my gift to you."
The gift Mr. George Baker gave him was not so beautiful or so "meaningful". It was just a document.
However, after Yuan Yan opened it and took a look, she immediately closed the document, stood up, handed it back with both hands and said, "Mr. Baker, this is too valuable, I can't accept it!"
The old man didn't take it but waved him to sit down, laughing and saying, "Hahaha, it's just a few tens of thousands of dollars worth of shares. What's the problem?"
Master Yuan pondered for a moment and said, "We Seris people have an old saying that it is not a good thing to receive a gift that exceeds your own merits, just like... well, like asking Louis to be my driver. I don't think I have any merits, so I really can't accept it.. "
"Hahaha, you Seres are indeed a nation with ancient wisdom. But... you deserve it!" Old Mr. Baker said, "I made a bet with young Mr. Morgan that if I followed your bet on the Republican Party, I would win 250 votes. In the end, I won something, including this share."
He pointed at the document and continued, "Neo, since you donated all the $500,000 you won, I can of course give you this share certificate. And I think the shares of this company are very suitable for young people like you who have ideas."
"Gentlemen, your drinks."
Our Master Yuan was about to say something, but at this time the waiter brought the wine. He had no choice but to drink a sip of the " stirred vodka martini" and sorted out his thoughts.
He glanced at Mr. Baker, who seemed a little absent-minded, and decided to help his good friend while achieving his own goal.
So Yuan Yan took a few sips of wine slowly, put away the document very naturally and said: "In that case, thank you. But..."
He suddenly put on a very serious face and said to Mr. Baker: "I accept this gift, but I have a presumptuous request."
"Oh, tell me about it."
"Control, shares, rights!" Master Yuan said word by word: "I want the controlling rights of this company."
“Cough cough cough…”
When Mr. Baker heard this, he immediately choked on the whiskey in his mouth. But Mr. Baker's eyes flashed and a playful smile appeared on his face.
"Ahem... Neo! What are you talking about? This is really..."
"Louis, don't worry, I think Mr. Yuan must have something to say."
Our Master Yuan thought to himself, opportunities are indeed reserved for those who are prepared. Last time when he was about to show off, he was interrupted by David Griffith and Miss Lillian Gish. Who can interrupt me this time?
He switched to the "Great Scholar" form, with a calm and composed expression on his face, and said in a deep and rich baritone: "Yes, I do have something to say..."
