"Simon, let me introduce to you. This is Zheng from Malaysia, and Li from Singapore. Maybe you know them both."
"Nice to meet you two."
"Hello, Mr. Westeros..."
"Heh, Simon is fine. Why don't we go over there and sit down and talk?"
"It's an honor for us."
While everyone was chatting, they came to a round table in the corner of the lawn, sat down, and called the waiter to change the drinks.
This is a lunchtime alfresco dinner held by the Murdoch family at an estate outside Melbourne.
The time is already December 29th.
Tuesday.
When Simon returned from Tasmania, in addition to Christmas Eve when a large family reunited for dinner, there were all kinds of entertainment before and after.
Just like this time.
The two representatives of Southeast Asian Chinese businessmen who flew to Melbourne specially came for Simon's stock exchange plan.
Chen Qing had already given a promotion in Hong Kong when she returned to China last time. Obviously, many people were still hesitant, so they tried to find a way to meet Simon in person today. Simon can also roughly confirm that the two people not only represent the capital behind themselves, but may also be representatives of the entire Southeast Asian Chinese business community.
Sure enough, after chatting for a while and getting to the point, the thin middle-aged man from the Li family in Singapore brought up the stock swap: "Simon, we have carefully studied some of the detailed stock swap plan materials released by the Westeros Company. Putting these aside for now, I am more curious about whether you can reveal why you do this. After all, the Westeros system is not short of money, or, with all due respect, you are just cashing out for a high position. In this case, it is right Isn’t it a very good investment target for us?”
"I know that Mr. Li is also responsible for the Monetary Authority of Singapore. In this case, I should do some research on my motives. In fact, as you might imagine, I don't have a very deep motive. I just want to revitalize assets through replacement so that I can be more flexible." "We need to carry out industrial layout in a timely manner," Simon said here, sipping the cocktail in his glass, and continued: "As for cashing out at a high level, frankly speaking, with the rapid growth momentum shown by the new technology industry, purely from accounting considerations, it is very difficult for me to cash out now. You will suffer a loss. You won’t believe me when I tell you the specific potential. You can only judge for yourself. I can only say that if investors try to exchange low-quality assets with me, I will definitely not agree.”
Simon's words were basically expected by the two people around him.
In other words, what the two of them need is what Simon said personally, because to a certain extent, this can be regarded as a guarantee from Simon. In comparison, no matter how fanciful Chen Qing's words are, they cannot achieve similar results. Effect.
After Simon finished speaking, the two Chinese business representatives and Murdoch, who sat down together to listen, nodded slightly.
The middle-aged man surnamed Zheng from Malaysia followed: "Simon, I saw that the materials provided by Westeros Company have a one to three-year ban on stock exchange. I believe this also means that we can also Making a demand for reciprocity, right?”
"That's right."
"One more thing, Simon," Mr. Li from Singapore added: "If we invest a sufficient share, I mean, we should be able to obtain a certain say in the operation of the corresponding enterprise. After all, we need to ensure the safety of our own investment."
Simon shook his head directly this time: "Mr. Li, even if it is a publicly held company, to gain the right to speak, at least 5% of the stock must be obtained. What's more, each of the companies I plan to replace has considerable influence. The amount is large, and they are not publicly held companies. Even if you join forces, it is actually impossible to obtain a large proportion of the shares. Therefore, it is not practical to ask for the right to speak. I can only promise that you have enough right to know. Companies in Westeros do not make major decisions without the complete knowledge of small shareholders."
This is also true.
For example, Yigrit, whose market value has recently exceeded US$620 billion, even if it only wants to acquire 5% of the shares, the amount of funds required will reach US$31 billion. US$31 billion may be nothing to the huge net worth of Simon Westeros around him, but for other capital, even if multiple companies join forces, it is not practical.
After all, there are also investment risks to consider.
31 billion US dollars hit a company at once. If it loses money, many people will be injured.
Zheng and Li looked at each other, and Mr. Zheng followed: "Simon, in this case, how do you plan to ensure our right to know?"
Simon smiled and shook the cocktail in his hand: "You two, these professional details require consultation between investors and management. It is impossible for me to give you a complete plan on this occasion."
Everyone continued chatting for more than ten minutes, and Zheng and Li confirmed all the issues they were concerned about before talking to Simon about the expected scale of the stock swap.
The entertainment lasted until about one o'clock in the afternoon.
After the dinner, Simon left together with Janet, who had been staying with the female family members.
The black Rolls-Royce drove away from the Murdoch family's manor. The couple casually chatted about trivial matters at the dinner. Janet casually asked about two Southeast Asian Chinese business representatives, and Simon also gave a general explanation.
Janet, who was accustomed to clinging to men, heard what Simon said in general, and said with a smile: "They are so cautious, it can't be a big business, right?"
Simon shook three fingers at the woman.
Janet curled her lips: "Only 3 billion US dollars?"
Simon said: "$30 billion."
Janet's eyes suddenly widened slightly, and she looked at the man to confirm that he was right. After thinking about it for a while, she understood.
Seeing Janet's sudden realization, Simon just held the woman's little hand and leaned against the back of the leather chair without saying anything more.
This past year, too many things have happened.
Back at the Johnston family mansion on the banks of the Yarra River in the northern suburbs of Melbourne, the couple heard a loud cry of a child as soon as they entered the door.
Curiously, he turned to the living room next to the hall. Surrounded by several servants, Janet's mother Tracy and Anthony's wife Betty Johnston were coaxing Anthony's youngest daughter Rebecca Johnston. However, the little girl Ignoring the coaxing of my grandmother and mother, I stood firmly in the middle of the living room, raised my head, and cried at the top of my voice, looking very sad.
Seeing such a scene, Janet immediately came over with great interest, took over Betty Johnston's work and tried to hug the little guy, and asked what was going on with a smile that could not be concealed in her soft voice.
Betty Johnston gave up her seat to Janet and stood up smoothly. She took the initiative to explain to Simon: "Mr. was going to start his afternoon homework without Becca, so he started crying."
After hearing the reason, Simon couldn't help but curl his lips.
At the same time last year, the old man made love with two couples. One was hoping that Melbourne would get married with Rebecca, the youngest daughter of the Anthony family. The other was hoping that Norman would have another daughter and marry Janet, who was also born in the future. Little Nick.
A follow-up to this incident is that Norman Johnston and his wife actually gave birth to another child in Chittagong this year, which happened to be a daughter, named Linda.
It was obvious that he was very interested in a certain baby's marriage agreement.
And now.
This time the family came to Australia. On the first day after arriving, Janet pointed at a little girl in front of everyone and said to her eldest son, "This is your wife."
Then, with the help of a family, Melbourne has a clinging follower.
Although my eldest son just celebrated his 7th birthday this month, his mind is much more mature than his peers. This is not a big deal. The main reason is that the little girl has subconsciously recognized his identity, and even showed quite a lot of personality when he was just five years old. She has the unique possessiveness of women. Not only will she verbally express her dissatisfaction with other girls approaching her cousin, but she will also take action when provoked.
The little girl's sister, Chloe Johnston, who is 18 years old this year, once joked about taking Melbourne away, which triggered a cold war with her sister that lasted for five days. Melbourne was forced to come forward in person to resolve the matter. A "sisterly feud" that may continue.
In short, this year’s end has brought a lot of fun to everyone.
This is why the little girl looked up to the sky and cried loudly. Not only Simon and his wife, but everyone in the room actually wanted to laugh.
During the excitement, there was movement behind him. Simon turned his head and saw that it was his son who walked in, followed by Veronica. Seeing a room full of people, including his parents, Melbourne was obviously a little embarrassed, but he still walked to Simon first: "Dad, good afternoon."
Simon rubbed his son's head and motioned to the little girl in the middle of the living room who stopped crying when Melbourne arrived: "Handle it yourself."
Melbourne nodded slightly shyly, walked over, took the hand of the pitiful little girl, and said as he walked out: "You can only watch from the side, and you are not allowed to talk nonsense, and you are not allowed to cry."
The little girl was obediently being pulled by her cousin, completely ignoring the other people around her. While she couldn't help sobbing, she assured loudly and loudly: "Becca won't speak, and Becca won't cry either."
Everyone waited for the young son and daughter to go out, and finally they couldn't bear it any longer and started laughing.
After laughing and chatting for a few more words, everyone dispersed. It was still the Chinese New Year time, and everyone in this huge family had many things to be busy with.
Janet held Simon's arm and went out. As she walked towards the stairs, she said with a smile: "I like Becca more and more."
Simon smiled and responded: "Huh?"
"Straightforward and stubborn. If this temperament can continue until he grows up, it will be a good match for our Moer. Moer is soft-hearted and needs a strong wife to help him."
Simon said: "I think our son is very independent, like just now?"
"That's just what you think," Janet said, then turned to her man and hummed twice: "I suddenly discovered that you seemed to have passed on all your emotional genes to Moore, and you didn't retain any of it."
"Oh, is this a compliment or a criticism?"
"Criticize," Janet angrily opened her mouth and whined at her man: "Bite you."
Simon cooperatively covered his heart: "It hurts."
Janet rolled her eyes again, and then laughed again: "However, in the future, if Moore and Beka really get together, with Beka's temperament, he will definitely not be able to be as carefree as his father."
"I can't help you with that."
"Who wants your help, you bad man?"
Talking and laughing, I came to the second floor. I first went to see Jennifer, who was taking care of a group of little ones who had just taken a nap. Then I came out. There was a social event in the evening. Janet had to rush to take a medicinal bath in the afternoon. Simon thought of the previous paragraph. Chen Qing from Time China sent Chinese medicine and formulas, and reminded with a smile: "Be careful, don't fall into Na Nizi's bad intentions."
"I asked several top Chinese medicine consultants to study it, and I also saw the photos of the woman you hid in New York." Janet said this, glanced at someone again, and then continued: "Anyway, it is effective, so I will do it. After a few times, my skin became noticeably better.”
Simon also knew that Chen Qing did not dare to do anything wrong in this kind of thing, otherwise, her own end would definitely only get worse, so she would not say more.
I couldn't help but think of the woman Janet mentioned.
Indeed, most 18-year-old girls can't compare to that smooth, satin-like feel.
Saying this, Simon separated from Janet and went to a study room on the second floor alone.
Girl A was already waiting here. When Simon sat down behind the desk, she began to report some work matters that needed him to deal with as soon as possible.
Simon listened while flipping through a document that had been sorted out in front of him.
This is a report on increasing the budget for the spy school under the Westeros family intelligence team established on the island of Tasmania.
Simon went to Tasmania before Christmas and personally spent an afternoon at the spy school located in the dense forests of northwest Tasmania. He quietly observed the entire process of relevant training and personally experienced the process of complete brainwashing. A female spy started to burst into tears when she saw her.
The kind that can be used as a dead soldier.
After seeing it, Simon decided to further expand the scope of the spy school.
After all, the world is so big, there are so many places where the Westeros system needs to be implemented, and there are never enough manpower, especially manpower that can guarantee loyalty to the greatest extent.
Processing one document after another in this way, two or three hours passed unknowingly.
Finally, there is a pregnancy physical examination report.
On the North American side, the small female executive hit the target last time. She quietly did a test on Christmas Day and got two marks, so she quickly called Simon.
There was another little one, and it was hard for Simon to feel too much, but he still had a lot of concern. He told Nancy on the phone to go for a comprehensive pregnancy check-up as soon as possible. In addition, four Weijia doctors were assigned to the woman. Attendant.
Report that everything is normal.
In addition, through DNA testing, Simon also learned the gender of the little one who was less than one month old in advance.
Another kid.
Still a kid.
Nancy should be happy because when they were discussing having a child, the woman said she hoped to have a boy because she felt girls were easily bullied, just like herself.
Simon still hopes to have a few more little cotton-padded jackets.
Although the little cotton-padded jacket of a family member who was speechless during an IQ test and therefore failed to get the result was not warm at all, and occasionally made people feel chilly, but maybe the next one might Woolen cloth.