bayedsolid Chapter 493 "If I could take down Wang Xiucheng with one shot, that would be wonderful!"
Chapter 493 "If I could take down Wang Xiucheng with one shot, that would be wonderful!"
Gerrard picked up a piece of German sausage with his fork, about to put it in his mouth, when his cell phone rang.
This made him somewhat unhappy.
At his age, it's inevitable that he'll have some health problems, and the doctor's advice is to eat a light diet as much as possible.
This forced Gerard Wertheimer to say goodbye to his favorite German sausages.
Gerrard's favorite sausage is made using a unique method from a small town in Germany. In addition to using more fatty meat, it is also smoked with fruitwood, which gives it a very special flavor.
This was the first time he had eaten this German sausage in 10 days, so he was naturally unhappy about being disturbed.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Gerrard finally put down his fork and didn't put the sausage in his mouth.
Gerald glanced at the incoming call on the phone and answered it.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the call connected, an angry voice rang out.
"Gerald, have you forgotten our agreement? Wasn't it you who suggested we not covet each other's assets?"
Although Gerrard was old, he had no hearing problems, so he held the phone a little further away from his ear at this moment.
Gerald only said after the other person finished speaking, "Arno, are you still drunk?"
"Don't play dumb with me. You'd better give me an explanation. I'll only wait half an hour." After saying this, Gerald hung up the phone.
Gerrard was having a headache; he had no idea what was going on.
But Arnault's anger was clearly not unfounded.
Gerald got up, went to his desk, turned on his computer, and then went to his email to check his messages.
Every day, his assistant would compile a list of things he needed to know, so even if Gerald never left the house, he knew most of what was happening in the world.
Gerrard soon found out why Arnault was so angry.
Up to five emails from different assistants revealed that LVMH Group's shares were being bought up in large quantities and that the stock price had been artificially inflated.
The company that acquired the property was Wang Xiucheng's new company.
Furthermore, Gerald discovered in an email that his youngest son, David, had also acquired 2% of LVMH's shares.
"Market capital believes that this is the Wertheimer family making a move against LV."
“Wang Xiucheng had a conflict with Arnault’s third son last night at a charity gala because of a woman.”
An assistant specifically highlighted these two sentences.
Gerald leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the sausages on the table, but he seemed somewhat irritated.
His youngest son, David, had run away from home several days ago. Although he knew where the boy lived, he hadn't gone to look for him.
I never expected that he would be hanging out with Wang Xiucheng.
Needless to say, the money David used to acquire LVMH must also be related to Wang Xiucheng.
David doesn't have that much money.
Does this kid not have a brain?
First, she was swindled out of 60 billion yuan by Wang Xiucheng, and now she's being used as a pawn by him.
Now the whole world suspects that it was his Wertheimer family who did it.
Thinking of this, Gerald angrily took out his phone and called David.
But, is it turned off?
Or did they block you?
Gerrard angrily cursed.
Is this kid trying to rebel?
Sitting on the sofa, Gerald calmly thought it over and decided to call Arnault back.
If anyone else had threatened him like that, he would have already lost his temper.
But the person on the other end was Arnault, who had built LVMH into such a large company, and he still admired him greatly.
The call connected quickly, but Arnaud remained silent.
Gerald didn't care. He got up and slowly walked to the dining table and sat down. "It's obvious that this was the work of that Chinese man. My son was just being used at most."
"I estimate that the Chinese man will soon release his shares, and your stock price will likely plummet. Then everyone will turn their anger towards you, which is not good for brands including LV."
This is the difference between a company going public and not going public. Chanel doesn't have the possibility of being suddenly intervened or even manipulated by capital because it's not a public company.
“So?” Arno asked.
"So talk to that Chinese man. Based on my understanding of him, he's unlikely to suddenly attack you. The incident at the charity gala was probably just a cover."
"Of course, you can kill him too."
Gerrard said with a smile.
"Hmph, you really want this to happen, don't you?" Arno sneered.
If things could be handled this way, he wouldn't be so bothered.
But what is Wang Xiucheng's current status?
Putting aside Wang Xiucheng's own net worth, the people standing behind him are not people he would dare to touch.
When it comes to martial arts, Wang Xiucheng has a light support team behind him.
With money, Wang Xiucheng had Koch Industries behind him, and even White Turbans.
Using his identity, Wang Xiucheng holds a position within a state-owned enterprise in China.
If he could have taken down Wang Xiucheng with a single shot, he would have done so long ago!
Although he also had the Illuminati behind him, using the Illuminati for Wang Xiucheng was a failure in itself. As far as his family was concerned, they would no longer need to speak within the Illuminati.
Upon hearing the other party fall silent, Gerald said the next moment, "If needed, I have that Chinese man's phone number. The market is about to open this afternoon, so you'd better hurry."
"By the way, my son has run away from home. I'll go find him right away."
……
Wang Xiucheng was having lunch in Mary's office.
This was Wang Xiucheng's first time at the new company.
Interestingly, the new company's address is located in the Koch Industries New York office building.
Although there are only a few offices.
"What are you going to do next?" Mary asked, seeing that Wang Xiucheng had finished eating. She got up and started cleaning up.
Wiping his mouth with a tissue, Wang Xiucheng smiled and said, "If no one contacts me, I'll hold onto these stocks for now."
"and then?"
“LVMH’s stock is worth far more than it is now, and by holding onto it, we are essentially making a profit.”
LVMH has around 1 million shares outstanding, and each share opened at around 150 yuan today.
Wang Xiucheng acquired about 20% of the shares this time, using 30 billion yuan in cash.
This is all the cash reserves the new company has.
Based on the morning's closing price, Wang Xiucheng has already made several hundred million yuan.
However, if Wang Xiucheng were to sell so many shares at once, it would inevitably attract the attention of relevant departments.
As he was speaking, the phone rang.
Wang Xiucheng glanced at the phone number; he didn't recognize it. But he held the phone up and waved it in front of Mary's eyes. "If someone contacts me, it proves my plan has succeeded."
Mary laughed when she heard this.
She enjoyed seeing Wang Xiucheng's smug little expression, which made Mary feel as if Wang Xiucheng was showing off his success to her.
Wang Xiucheng answered the phone, and without hiding it from Mary, asked directly, "Who is this?"
“Wang? I am Arnault of LVMH. You should know who I am, right?”
Listening to the voice on the phone, Wang Xiucheng raised his eyebrows at Mary and gave her a slightly meaningful smile.
"Mr. Arnaud, I've long admired your name."
"Enough with the nonsense, I'm asking you, what exactly are you trying to do by pushing LVMH's stock price so high?"
“Mr. Arnaud, I don’t quite understand what you mean.” Wang Xiucheng chuckled. “Is it illegal for me to buy stocks on the market normally?”
Arno was silent for a few seconds before finally asking, "You're not really doing this for that woman, are you? If so, I'll make sure Frederick breaks up with her immediately."
Mary was right next to Wang Xiucheng, even close enough to listen to him.
Upon hearing Arno's words, Mary also looked into Wang Xiucheng's eyes.
“Mr. Arnault, I remember you own some YG stock, right?” Wang Xiucheng asked suddenly instead of answering Arnault’s question.
"What?" Arno was clearly stunned, seemingly trying to recall, but it didn't seem to work.
After a full half minute, Arno asked, somewhat puzzled, "What stocks did you talk about?"