Hollywood Hunter

"Simon, let me introduce you. This is Zheng from Malaysia, and Li from Singapore. Maybe you know both of them."

"Nice to meet you two."

"Hello, Mr. Westeros..."

"Oh, Simon is fine, why don't we go over there and sit down and talk?"

"It's our pleasure."

While talking, everyone came to a round table in the corner of the lawn, offered to sit down, and then called the waiter to change the drinks again.

This is the Murdoch family's open-air lunch at an estate outside Melbourne.

The time is already December 29.

Tuesday.

When Simon returned from Tasmania, except for the Christmas Eve when the family reunited and had dinner together, there were various entertainments before and after.

Like this time.

The two representatives of Southeast Asian Chinese businessmen who flew to Melbourne specially came for Simon's stock replacement plan.

When Chen Qing returned to China last time, she made a promotion in Hong Kong. Obviously, many people were still hesitant, so she tried to find a way to meet Simon in person today. Simon can also be roughly sure that the two 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 few words, the middle-aged man from the Li family in Singapore brought up the matter of stock swap: "Simon, we have carefully studied some detailed stock swap plan materials that Westeros has released one after another. Putting these aside, I am even more curious, can you tell me why you did this? After all, the Westeros system is not short of money, or, with all due respect, you are just cashing out for high positions. In this case, yes As far as we are concerned, is it not a very good investment target?"

"I know that Mr. Li also takes care of the Monetary Authority of Singapore. In this case, I should do some research on my motives. In fact, it is probably as you imagine. I don't have too deep a motive. I just want to revitalize assets through replacement so that I can be more flexible. carry out industrial layout in a timely manner," Simon said here, took a sip of the cocktail in his glass, and continued: "As for cashing out at a high level, frankly speaking, with the high-speed growth momentum shown by the new technology industry, purely on the books, it is very difficult for me to cash out now." I’m at a disadvantage, I’ve told you about the specific potential, you’ll definitely not believe it, 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 himself said, because to a certain extent, this is also a kind of guarantee for Simon. In comparison, no matter how gaudy Chen Qing's words are, they can't reach a similar level. Effect.

After Simon's voice fell, the two Chinese business representatives, and even Murdoch who sat down with him, nodded slightly.

The middle-aged man surnamed Zheng from Malaysia followed suit: "Simon, I saw that Westeros has a one-to-three-year lock-up restriction on the replacement of stocks in the materials. I believe this also means that we can also Ask for reciprocity, don't you?"

"That's right."

"One more thing, Simon," Mr. Li from Singapore said again: "If we invest enough shares, I mean, we should be able to get a certain say in the operation of the corresponding company. After all, we need to ensure the safety of our investment."

Simon shook his head directly this time: "Mr. Li, even if it is a public-owned company, if it is to gain the right to speak, it must take at least 5% of the stock. What's more, the companies I plan to replace each have a considerable amount of money. and they are not publicly held companies. Even if you join forces, it is actually impossible to get 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, The companies of the Westeros system do not make major decisions without the knowledge of minority shareholders."

This is also true.

For example, Eaglet, whose market capitalization has exceeded 620 billion US dollars recently, even if it only wants to take 5% of the shares, the amount of funds that need to be used has reached 31 billion US dollars. 31 billion U.S. dollars may not be a big deal for the huge net worth of Simon Westeros around him, but for other capitals, even if there are multiple alliances, it is not practical.

After all, there are also investment risks to consider.

31 billion US dollars is a one-time investment. If you lose money, many people will be hurt.

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 the investor and the management. It is impossible for me to give you a perfect plan on this occasion."

Everyone continued to chat for more than ten minutes. Zheng and Li confirmed all the issues they were concerned about, and then talked to Simon about the scale of the expected stock replacement.

This dinner party lasted until after one o'clock in the afternoon.

After the dinner, Simon left with Janet who had been staying in the group of women.

The black Rolls-Royce drove away from the Murdoch family's manor. The couple chatted casually about the dinner party. When Janet casually asked about the two Southeast Asian Chinese business representatives, Simon also gave a general explanation.

Janet, who habitually snuggled up to the man, heard what Simon said roughly, and said with a smile: "They are so cautious, it can't be a big business, right?"

Simon waved three fingers at the woman.

Janet pouted: "It's only 3 billion dollars?"

Simon said: "30 billion dollars."

Janet suddenly widened her eyes slightly, and exchanged a glance with the man, confirming that she was right, she pondered for a while,

Just understand.

Seeing Janet, Simon was taken aback. He just held the woman's little hand and leaned on the back of the leather chair without saying anything more.

In the past year, so 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 had just entered the door when they heard a loud cry of a child.

Turning curiously to the living room next to the hall, surrounded by several servants, Janet's mother and Anthony's wife, Betty Johnston, were coaxing Anthony's youngest daughter, Rebecca Johnston. Ignoring the persuasion of my grandmother and mother, I stood firmly in the middle of the living room, raised my head, and cried loudly in a small voice, looking very sad.

Seeing such a scene, Janet immediately leaned over with great interest, took over Betty Johnston's job and tried to hug the little guy, and asked what was going on with a smile in her soft voice.

Giving up the seat to Janet, Betty Johnston got up and explained to Simon: "Moore is going to start his afternoon homework, without Becca, so he just started crying."

After hearing the reason, Simon couldn't help curling his mouth.

At the same time last year, the old man had two couples of baby lovers. One hoped that Melbourne and the youngest girl of Anthony's family, Rebecca, would make a pair. The other hoped that Norman would have another daughter, who would marry the same girl from Janet in the future. Little Nick.

As a follow-up to this incident, Norman Johnston and his wife gave birth to another child with extraordinary efficiency this year, who happened to be a daughter and named Linda.

Obviously, he is very concerned about the promise of a certain doll.

Then there is now.

This time the family came to Australia, and on the first day they arrived, they pointed at a certain little girl and said to their elder son, "This is your daughter-in-law" in front of everyone.

Then, coupled with the help of the family, there was a pestering follower beside his precious son.

Although my family has just passed his 7th birthday this month, his eldest son is much more mature than his peers. The main reason is that the little girl recognized his identity under various subtle influences, even when he was only five years old. The possessiveness unique to vice women, not only verbally express dissatisfaction with other girls approaching her cousin, but also physical when they are in a hurry.

The little girl’s older sister, Chloe Johnston, who is 18 years old this year, joked once that she wanted to take Melbourne away, which caused a cold war with her sister that lasted five days. Melbourne was forced to come forward to resolve it. A period of sisterly grievances that may continue.

All in all, the end of the year brought a lot of fun to everyone.

That's why, the little girl looked up to the sky and cried, not only the Simon couple, but everyone in the room wanted to laugh.

While it was busy, there was movement behind him. Simon turned his head, and it turned out that his son walked in, followed by Veronica. Seeing a room full of people, as well as his own parents, he was obviously a little embarrassed, but he walked up to Simon first: "Daddy, good afternoon."

Simon rubbed his son's head, and motioned to the little girl in the middle of the living room who stopped crying as soon as Melbourne arrived: "Take care of it yourself."

Melbourne nodded a little shyly, walked over, took the little girl with a pitiful face by her little hand, and said as she walked out: "You can only watch from the side, don't talk nonsense, let alone cry."

The little girl was dragged obediently by her cousin, completely ignoring the others around her. While she couldn't help sobbing, she assured loudly, "Becca won't talk, and Becca won't cry."

Everyone waited for a pair of young children to go out, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and all laughed.

After laughing, they chatted a few more words, and everyone dispersed. It was still the New Year's Eve, a huge family, and everyone had a lot of things to do.

Janet took Simon's arm and went out, walking towards the stairs, smiling and saying: "I like Becca more and more."

Simon responded with a smile: "Huh?"

"Frankness and stubbornness. If this kind of temperament can last until he grows up, it is very suitable for us Moore. Moore is soft-hearted and needs a strong wife to help him."

Simon said: "I think our son is very assertive, like just now?"

"That's just what you think," Janet said, and turned to her man, humming twice: "I suddenly discovered that you seem to have inherited all your emotional genes to Moore, and you haven't kept any of them."

"Oh, is this a compliment or a criticism?"

"Criticism," Janet said angrily, opening her mouth at her man, "Bite you."

Simon covered his heart cooperatively: "It hurts."

Janet rolled her eyes again, and then laughed again: "However, in the future, if Moore and Becca are really together, with Becca's temper, he will definitely not be able to be as carefree as his father."

"I can't help that."

"Who wants your help, bad man."

Talking and laughing, I came to the second floor, first went to see Jennifer, who was taking care of a group of little guys who had just taken a nap, and then came out, and there was a party in the evening, Janet was going to take a medicinal bath in the afternoon, Simon remembered the previous paragraph Chen Qing from Time China sent the traditional Chinese medicine and formula, and reminded with a smile: "Be careful, don't fall into that girl's bad intentions."

"I asked several top Chinese medicine consultants to study it, and I also saw the photo of the woman you hid in New York," Janet said here, and then she glanced at someone before continuing: "Anyway, it works, so I will do it." After a few times, the skin has visibly improved."

Simon also knew that Chen Qing didn't dare to play tricks on this kind of thing, otherwise, her end would definitely be worse, and she would not

Say more.

Can't help but think of the woman Janet mentioned.

Indeed, the satin-like smooth touch is unmatched by most 18-year-old girls anyway.

Speaking of separating from Janet, Simon came to a study on the second floor alone.

\u0026nbThe girl was already waiting here, and when Simon sat down behind the desk, she began to report some work items that needed to be dealt with as soon as possible.

While listening, Simon flipped through a document that had been sorted out in front of him.

This is the document about increasing the budget for the spy school under the intelligence team of the Westerosi family set up on the island of Tasmania.

Simon went to Tasmania before Christmas, and personally spent an afternoon in the spy school located in the dense forests of northwest Tasmania. He quietly observed the whole process of relevant training, and personally experienced the whole 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 man.

After seeing it, Simon decided to further expand the spy school.

After all, the world is so big, there are too many places where the Westeros system needs to be settled, and there will never be 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 without knowing it.

Finally, a pregnancy medical report.

On the North American side, the little executive got a hit last time. On Christmas Day, he quietly took the test and got two bars, so he quickly called Simon.

There is another little guy, it is difficult for Simon to feel too much, but there is still a little bit of concern. On the phone, he told Nancy to go for a comprehensive pregnancy checkup as soon as possible, and also equipped the woman with four Weijia attendant.

Naturally everything is reported as normal.

\u0026nb Testing, Simon also learned in advance the gender of the little guy who was less than a month old.

Another kid.

Still a kid.

Nancy should be very happy, because when talking about having a baby, the woman said she wanted a boy, because she felt that girls were easy to be bullied, just like herself.

Simon still hopes to have a few more little padded jackets.

Although a certain little padded jacket in the family who asked three top psychologists to be speechless during the IQ test was not warm at all, and occasionally made people feel chilly, but the next one may not be sure. .