The Richest Man in the DC World

The moment the contract fell into the trash can, Reagan Connor felt as if he had been slapped in the face, his right face was burning with fire, and his anger accumulated in his heart, which he forcibly endured.

Damn Luke Shaw! Damn ShowMe!

Emily glanced at him arrogantly,

"The young master said that if anyone proposes a purchase, they will be kicked out. If you are the first, I will not care about you."

"Who else has a contract, take it out."

The managers looked at each other in dismay, but no one spoke for a while. In the business world, it is important that you come and go, and you can talk nicely. Who knows that if you meet someone who doesn't play cards according to common sense, you will be picky when you come up.

They also saw that the other party had no intention of talking at all. Thinking of this, they couldn't help but turn their attention to Robert Downs, the initiator of the meeting.

Robert was also full of confusion. The original plan was for Luke to sing the white face and he to sing the red face, and cooperated to give the major banks a blow to the head, so that they would not dare to underestimate the strength of ShowMe.

Unexpectedly, a purple-haired beauty ran out, covering her face and covering her face, but judging from the results, it seemed to be good.

Robert coughed slightly and said,

"What is the boss's request?"

"The upper limit of 20% of the shares, and the lower limit of 30 million US dollars. If you can't do it, you don't need to talk about it."

Wells Fargo's manager Brant Quincy frowned, "Miss, the numbers you said are too exaggerated. According to the latest market research report, your company's market value is less than $80 million. Say, don't we have to pay double the commission."

"Twice is very rare, the young master's goal is five times."

"Don't be ashamed!"

Reagan Connor shook his beautiful moustache and said coldly, "A company that hasn't made a single penny wants a market value of 400 million. It's a joke."

Emily said blankly,

"I will pass this on to the boss."

"what ever!"

Reagan Connor grinned in disdain. A seventeen-year-old doll was not worth looking down on.

The only lady present, Wendy Brown of Quinn Investments, said,

"Can you tell me your name?"

Emily turned around, and when she saw that the speaker was a lady with white hair and an elegant temperament, she hurriedly said,

"Hello, my name is Emily Song."

"Hello, Emily, I'm Wendy Brown, the financial director of Quinn Investments. You can call me Mrs. Brown. I want to ask, when is your company going to start making profits? What are the specific measures? Is there a plan?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't know what you're talking about. The young master only told me that he won't consider making a profit until the total number of users reaches 20 million."

Twenty million!

Hearing this number, everyone was shocked.

Mrs Brown laughed,

"The combined population of the fifty states in the United States is no more than 250 million. That is to say, in order to achieve that standard, one ShowMe user in every ten Americans..." Having said this, he deliberately paused,

"I'm not doubting your company's ability, but the numbers you said are too shocking. Even if it is achieved by luck, how long will it take, five years? Or ten years? Doing investment is about the rate of return, and we can't wait for ten years. ."

This question is very sharp, and it hits the nail on the head. The reason why ShowMe, which has millions of users, only has a market value of 80 million, is that there is no profit.

No matter how great, how promising, and how promising a company is, it is nonsense that it cannot be profitable.

Emily chuckled lightly,

"The number Mrs. said is too big. It doesn't take five years, it doesn't take ten years, and it only takes five months for ShowMe to reach 20 million users."

Five months?

Everyone shook their heads in disbelief.

Emily continued,

"The above is what the young master told me. You don't know what the young master is. He is best at creating miracles. Just like ShowMe, it was a small company that was just registered not long ago, and now it has become an industry leader with 8 million users. , It took two months to go from zero to eight million, and how long did it take to go from eight hundred to two thousand?"

The voice fell, and the conference room fell silent again.

Everyone was thinking, and Wendy Brown's eyes showed a look of approval.

Neither humble nor arrogant, calm and calm, this girl is very good.

...

In the brightly lit hall, Luke leaned on the sofa and enjoyed a Broadway cabaret while drinking.

Charlie hurried over and said eagerly,

"No, boss, something happened."

"What's up?"

Charlie glanced left and right, and said in a low voice,

"The bank called just now, and there is a shortage of 110,000 in the account."

"It turned out to be this." Luke pushed him aside, "Don't look for it, I spent the money."

"That's 110,000! How did you spend it?"

"Bought a skirt, bought a pair of bracelets, bought a pair of high-heeled boots, bought a pendant, bought a pair of earrings, and that's it."

Charlie understood something and hesitated,

"The girl with purple hair."

"That's right, it's her." Luke raised his eyebrows proudly, "How about it, beautiful!"

Charlie grimaced, "When are you still thinking about picking up a girl, even if you are picking up a girl, you shouldn't be looking for her. You forgot, she's the FBI, Roger Conseus' subordinate."

"Of course I know she's the FBI, and I know she's here today just to get close to me."

"Then you still..."

Luke sighed and said helplessly,

"Charlie, you're only twenty-four years old this year. How come you look like a bitch? It doesn't matter whether she is a spy or not, the key is her own value."

Charlie became more and more confused.

"What's the value, just a twenty-year-old girl, besides being pretty, what's the value?"

Luke lost interest in talking in an instant. Charlie is good everywhere. Loyal, reliable, can't fight back, can't fight back when scolded, work hard without complaining, and never complain. The only problem is IQ.

"Okay, okay, don't bother me here, go upstairs and have a look. After the meeting is over, bring someone here."

"Oh!"

Charlie responded and turned to leave.

As soon as he left, the dance show was over, and a bored Luke stretched out his arms and lay flat on the sofa, thinking about the future of ShowMe.

The goal of the first stage has been achieved, and the next step is to expand in all directions.

There are a lot of places to be explored in the video and picture areas, and the planning of black people’s management should also be put on the agenda. Of course, the most important thing is superheroes. Superheroes are hot, and if you want to develop rapidly, you can’t do without their escort.

Just thinking about it, a fresh perfume smell came from the tip of the nose.

"Luke Shaw?"

Luke stared blankly at the girl who suddenly appeared. The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, blond and blue-eyed, with a very good figure, especially the big bag on the chest, which was heavy and looked like a rare breed.

"You are……"

"Ivan Donald, Malkey Donald is my father."

"Oh!!!! It was you."

Luke suddenly realized, looked up and down, and exclaimed,

"You are so beautiful, like the world's supermodel."