Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 169 The world is so big, there are always kind people
Jason White, dressed in a suit and tie, pushed open the door of the conference room, walked towards his seat, stretched out his right arm, and waved his palm downward, signaling to the people at the conference table that they did not need to stand up to welcome him .
He sat down in the seat that his secretary had helped him pull out, then looked directly at the young men sitting across the conference table. He smiled and said to the Asian man who was sitting opposite him:
"Drake, I have a reason to deal with you and your typesetting software today, so please don't make it difficult for me. Tell me honestly, what conditions do you and your friends want me, the genie, to meet in order to let me invest in your company and support your development?"
"Is it because Tommy Hawke has arrived that you have to complete the negotiations with us? I saw him sitting next to us with a woman, looking at us through the glass." The Asian youth called Derek by Jason pointed to the left and asked Jason with his eyes fixed.
"Tommy is indeed a factor, but not all. Let's talk about the conditions. Don't waste time. There are still many small companies waiting for the help of an angel like me." Jason took out a cigarette box and lit it directly. After lighting it, he looked at the glasses guys opposite him: "Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"
Derek put his fingers under his nose to resist the smell of cigarettes and said with some dissatisfaction: "We have discussed it internally. At present, our software has received good feedback from the market, and there is no problem in recovering funds. We also don't want other funds to come in and influence our thinking."
"I just want to invest some money, not cast a spell on you. I am an angel, not a wizard. I will not control your thoughts. If it were Tommy, he might like to manipulate others, but I am not. The whole Silicon Valley and even the stray dogs on the street know that Jason White is an investor who is so kind that he is stupid. He just throws money out without asking for anything in return." Jason exhaled a puff of smoke and said to Derek:
"My people have already made follow-up plans for you. If we invest in you, we can help your typesetting software quickly appear in the European and Asian markets through our channels, saving you a large amount of initial market development expenses. You only need to let us hold 30% of the shares."
"We have no plans to sell in Europe or Asia in the near future." Derek looked at his companions. They looked at each other and nodded slightly. After Derek got the response from his companions, he took a deep breath:
"Mr. White, I'm sorry, we don't need financial support. We have our own sources of funding, and if we need to open up international markets, we would rather open up channels ourselves rather than rely on others' channels."
"If the source of funds you mentioned is the support of your Japanese father who does business in New York, I have a piece of news that I can give you for free." Jason held a cigarette in his mouth, and as he spoke, the half-burned cigarette kept shaking in his lips.
Derek narrowed his eyes immediately and looked at Jason nervously. The reason why he and his small company were not short of money now was that his father could give him financial support. Although he was not a wealthy businessman, he was considered a well-off family with a net worth of millions in New York City where millionaires were everywhere.
"The broker who helps him manage his assets on Wall Street seems to have gotten into some trouble. His funds should be frozen now. I used my connections to keep an eye on it for you. You're welcome. Maybe your father doesn't want this news to affect you, but I think he may need comfort. You..." Jason flicked the ash off his cigarette and said to Derek.
Before Jason could finish his words, Derek stood up and walked out of the meeting room quickly, grabbing his cell phone.
"Didn't someone say that the Japanese are a very fucking polite race? He didn't even say sorry to me when he walked out." Jason took the cigarette out of his mouth and asked Billy, the secretary beside him.
The secretary next to him replied: "I guess that statement might be made up by the Japanese themselves."
"Very good, your Japanese general has gone out to take care of his housework. Fellow white-skinned ninjas, I need you to consider my proposal." Jason looked at the few people who remained in the conference room and said calmly:
"That is, I will take out money and stuff it into your throats, making sure that each of you will poop out gold, but the prerequisite is that I have to stuff the money in first, understand? You have to open your mouths obediently. Will that Japanese give you the same amount of money as me? I don't think it's likely. Do you have to wait for more than ten years to have the opportunity to become a millionaire, or do you drive a sports car and go out to date a girl now? This kind of multiple-choice question is not too difficult to choose. Any high school student knows the correct answer. But you, are fucking top students at MIT. I have to state in advance that I have a girlfriend from Caltech, so please forgive my lack of respect for Caltech's mortal enemy MIT."
The young men opposite were silent and lowered their heads.
Soon, the Japanese youth named Derek came in again. Although he tried hard to disguise himself, his face still looked a little lost. He took a deep breath to adjust his mood and said in a calm tone:
"Jason White, is this how a big company like you helps a small company? Cut off my financial support and even bother my family for it?"
"Regarding your father's illegal means of stealing wealth in this country, any American citizen with a sense of justice would do the right thing." Tommy shook his finger at him:
"Saving him is the right thing to do, and investing in your company is also the right thing to do, so these two things are not in conflict. You just need to tell me whether you are willing to consider my investment advice, instead of making malicious assumptions about others. No one wants to cause trouble for your family. I am just kindly reminding you that he may be in trouble."
"Do I have any choice?" Derek lowered his head. "Some people say Silicon Valley is a paradise for developers, but this paradise obviously does not belong to us developers from MIT."
Jason put out his cigarette butt . "Three million, for a 40% stake. I hope this number won't cause any trouble to you and your team."
Derek's body shook violently, as if he understood something. He stared at Jason, then looked at his companions around him. At this time, none of his companions were willing to look at him and convey their thoughts to each other like before. They just lowered their heads and remained silent.
Three million is not just for investment, but also for driving yourself out of the game.
"Deal?" Jason looked at the other party calmly and asked softly.
Derek understood the moment his companion didn't raise his head, so he clenched his fists and lowered his head: "Deal."
"This is the right decision." Jason stood up and straightened his suit neatly. He shook hands with the pale-looking Derek, then walked out of the meeting room and said to his secretary who stayed behind:
"Billy, you follow up on the rest of the work. My work for today has ended here. Don't bother me anymore. Give me some private space."
Jason walked out of the conference room and pushed open the door of the small conference room next door. He stood at the door and looked at Tommy and Sophia inside. He looked at the two of them for more than ten seconds before slowly speaking:
"When are you going to pay Sophia for her breast augmentation?"
"Maybe when you don't have to pay for milk powder for your four illegitimate children? The company's profits are all squandered by parasites like you. What am I going to use to pay employee benefits to Sophia?" Tommy said to Jason with a smile.
Jason sighed. "Why do you always succeed in filling my body with negative emotions every time we meet? Fuck You! Tommy!"
Sophia smiled and looked at Jason, whom she hadn't seen for half a year, and hugged him warmly: "Ignore him, he is upset because Otilia stood him up because she had to go abroad at the last minute."
"This news makes me feel better. Thank you, Sophia." Jason's face immediately looked much better when he heard that Tommy was in a bad mood.
Jason was still in good shape. His well-fitting suit seemed a size too small. He came over and grabbed Tommy's neck. "Why can you fuck so many women but not let them give birth to eggs, while I... am not even married yet, but I have four children, and they belong to four different women."
"This is the consequence of not carrying a Trojan with you." Tommy said with a smile as Jason strangled him.
After the two men had been fighting for a while, Jason finally let go of Tommy and pointed to the meeting room next to him. "See? It's this kind of shit every day. That old guy Benjamin Benson forced me to become a villain who does all kinds of evil. The Japanese were miserable enough, and then I had to scare that poor kid."
"Your acting just now seemed a bit exaggerated, brother. If it were me, I could make the guy opposite you pee on the spot." Tommy gave his evaluation after appreciating the performance.
Hearing Tommy question his acting skills, Jason retorted unhappily: "My acting skills are impeccable! Don't forget that Stanford's best small film practitioner and the best actor of the California Small Film Screen Actors Guild is here. No one dares to discuss acting in front of me. The whole Silicon Valley knows it."
"OK, impeccable acting skills, it's me who has no aesthetic sense, so can we go now? It's a rare occasion that my girlfriend stood me up, so I exchanged my precious rest time for a get-together with you and Holly." Tommy saw that Jason was ready to come up and choke him again at any time, so he gave in decisively.
Jason stared at Tommy suspiciously. "From what I know about you, you don't seem like someone who is willing to spend time with me, Holly, and Mark. Especially since Charles told me that you are going to fly to see him tomorrow. Why are you so free recently?"
"The TV station's team has been formed. What remains are some trivial tasks before the broadcast, which I don't need to take care of myself." Tommy stretched his body and spoke.
Jason took out two cans of Coke from the business refrigerator in the corner, handed one to Sophia, and pretended to hand another to Tommy. When Tommy reached out to take it, Jason had already retracted his hand and opened it himself and took a sip. He looked innocent and said, "For the last can, didn't Susan say she was going to work at a TV station? You didn't let her intern with you? You left her to do those low-level jobs?"
"She does work for the TV station, but not at the TV station." Tommy walked to the refrigerator and took a look. Sure enough, there was no Coke in it, so he walked back to Sophia, took the can that Sophia was drinking, and took a sip himself: "Her pig bank is actually pretty good. I don't know why she had to come to the TV station."
Jason leaned back in his seat like a lazy bug. "Your nonsense is as hard to understand as ever. What happened that made you come to see me? Since I spent 70,000 yuan on you in one night last time, you haven't answered my phone calls in person. I don't think half a year will make you forget the 70,000 yuan bill."
"Nothing. I just want to remind you to help me calculate how much the various company shares that you, me, and Susan have obtained through EFF in the past few years are worth." Tommy said.
"You want to cash out?" Jason frowned slightly and asked in confusion.
Tommy returned the Coke to Sophia, took out a cigarette, threw one to Jason, then lit it himself and shook his head slightly:
"Of course not. I just picked a target and planned to do something. I need the capital."
“Like Lotus?” Jason asked calmly.
Tommy nodded and did not deny it. "It is somewhat similar, but the company is much bigger than Lotus. It is impossible for them to swallow it all. They can only eat a small part."
"You just said you didn't need to cash out. Tell me, how much capital do you want me to prepare for you?" Jason picked up the cigarette in front of him and poked it, then asked, holding it in his mouth:
"The combined value of the dozens of company shares held by the three of us can barely be valued at 700 million. It's a bit of a stretch, but it's not too far off. After all, there are only two companies listed at the moment. According to industry development, in another five years, the value of those shares may become even higher, perhaps two to three times the current value. I don't recommend you to withdraw all your money now, really, Tommy. You haven't paid attention to the software industry in the past two years. It is completely different and is developing at an astonishing speed."
Tommy looked at Jason and said, "You've been with Mr. Benson for so long, and he didn't tell you a thing?"
"Tell me what?" Jason asked, pulling out his lighter and lighting a cigarette.
Tommy said seriously, "The most important thing in business is to never use the money you have already put in your pocket to do business. You must always believe that the world is so big, there will always be kind people willing to bear the cost for us."
"I actually felt a little guilty for scaring the Japanese just now, but after hearing your last sentence, the guilt completely disappeared. Thank you for your advice, damn Father Tommy~" Jason rolled his eyes at Tommy and asked:
"So, which lucky person is so honored to be selected by you among the thousands of American companies? To have the honor of being awarded the title of the most miserable company of the year?"
"It's just been established for two years and has been on the air for half a year. It's backed by the Fox Television Network owned by 'King of Pornographic Information' Rupert Murdoch." Tommy said with a smile.
"...Luckily, I thought you were talking about Murdoch Group's Fox TV network... I..." Jason didn't even react at first, but immediately widened his eyes: "Are you talking about the Murdoch Group that is said to have an annual global revenue of 12 billion? You want to steal his TV network business in the United States? His monthly income is more than the three of us have worked hard for more than three years."
Tommy asked as a matter of course, "I am an American, on American soil, taking back the TV business stolen by an Australian for the American people. What's wrong with that? Look, that guy has destroyed so many excellent American companies. He is an economic spy sent by the British to the United States, responsible for ruining one American company after another. As a pure American, I must stand up and stop his behavior."
"Your TV station employees knew the news, but they didn't resign?" Jason saw Tommy's righteous and cunning expression and just turned his head to ask.
Tommy said, "No one knows except Sophia, Susan and you. They don't need to know."
"That will cost a lot of money. Are you sure there are kind people in the world who can pay such a large amount of capital for you? Besides, how did Murdoch offend you? Did his newspaper say that Ottilia was not pretty enough?"
"No rush. It will take a few years at the earliest. Take your time." Tommy blew out a puff of smoke and said to Jason with a smile:
"And the reason is very simple. He didn't offend me. It's just that he and his TV network support the Republican Party. ABC, CBS, NBC and my BT are all standing against him. So, my plan is still the same as before. BT is responsible for provoking, and the three major TV networks are responsible for helping me to kill people. They have wanted to kill Murdoch for a long time, but he is too cunning and they can't find the right opportunity. They are also worried that the losses will be unbearable for them. So I plan to help them transfer the losses and hatred to black people, so that they can act more calmly and without worries."
"The Soviet Union is blessed to have you, Tommy." Jason scratched his head frantically. In the past two years, he has become like a mature and shameless businessman, but this bastard Tommy Hawke always refreshes his understanding of the word shameless.
Tommy stretched himself and said, "Maybe in a few years, the Soviet Union won't thank me anymore, because I hope it will bear the cost of this vote for me."
