Chapter 296: King of refusing speculation

"Charlie, the result came out." Du Tanlong said with a black face.
"How much?" Looking at his complexion, Li Zitao thought the result was not ideal.
"Only, 564218.6 US dollars, haha—" Du Tanlong couldn't help but feel laughter after speaking.
That is to say, their gross profit today is 56,000, and the corresponding expenditure is thrown out, at least 50,000 US dollars.
With a profit of 1.5 million a month, he did not make much more money by robbing the bank.
"You can't think of it this way. After all, it was a few days before the opening. After the craze passed, daily sales would definitely fall."
Calm down, Li Zitao and Du Tanlong discussed the follow-up development.
Hualian's first step is very good and very stable. As long as it maintains its advantages in quality, price and management, I believe it will soon return to the peak of Messi.
Before long, it will surpass Messi and become the existence that all retail industry looks up to.
"I don't know if Walton's store is open, and Wal-Mart will not appear." Li Zitao thought a little curiously.
As for the storm caused by his butterfly, Li Zitao didn't care at all, and BMW became an American department.
The Aegis Bureau, which protects the peace, is now a bodyguard. What else do you care about?
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After handing over the company's affairs to Du Tanlong, Li Zitao went to the skunk again, and found that Mitchell had been mingled with the R&D team, and he left with confidence.
At home in Chicago, Li Zitao, who had just returned, received news that her fiancee was leaving, and they were going to Paris to talk to Dior about cooperation.
"Use my plane." Li Zitao dialed his black card customer service line to make people ready to take off.
"Right, my dear, can you borrow me from your Beverly manor?" Adelaide asked before going out.
"Of course, at any time." Although she couldn't figure out what she wanted to do, Li Zitao agreed happily.
"Thank you, you're so nice." She gave Xiangxiang a kiss, and she took the personal maid on the bus and left.
"What's your wife busy with lately?" Sitting in the living room, people brought six pet dogs and Li Zitao asked Hogg.
"Mrs. most of the time on the phone, and there are some emails, which are design manuscripts, sent to Hollywood and Paris."
"Did she communicate with Jiabao very frequently?" Rubbing her dog's head, Li Zitao said that this is to show her majesty and live in harmony?
"Yes, the atmosphere of communication between Mrs. and Miss Garbo is very pleasant." Every time Hog talked to Garbo, Hog could hear the lady's cheerful laughter.
"Well, it's okay." Grabbing the leash, Li Zitao took his dog out for a walk.
"Your Excellency, good afternoon." The neighbor who met by chance smiled and bowed.
"You too." Li Zitao nodded with a smile.
Although there are many people saying hello on the road, none of them thought, or should say that no one dared to approach him.
The six brazilian filacs that looked as mighty as a lion made everyone who wanted to step forward dispel the idea.
"Your Excellency, Your Excellency." Li Zitao, a leisurely big dog, suddenly heard a call and looked back.
Wearing a white dome hat, without trimming, the man with his eyes was stopped by the bodyguard behind him.
"Let him come." Seeing what the other party wanted to say, Li Zitao asked him to come over.
"Your Excellency, they are--so cute." Livermore said disobediently, his face almost frozen.
The six-headed Lele, as strong as a lion, can never be related to cuteness.
"Is there anything?" He gave the dog rope to the bodyguard and asked him to leave with his dog. Li Zitao motioned for him to continue walking along the coast.
"Your Excellency, my name is Jesse Livermore, and I want to join your think tank." Livermore's tone was firm, as if he was sure he would succeed.
"Why do I need you?" Li Zitao gave a playful glance at the other party and thought to himself, ``To what extent does this have to inflate before I dare say that? ’
"Your Excellency, I made a profit of 160 million US dollars in the Great Depression." Livermore stopped and looked straight at Li Zitao.
"The king of speculation." Li Zitao was indeed a little surprised.
He heard about it, the well-known king of speculation on Wall Street, idols admired by stock traders, and hated by bankrupts.
Looking at the other party's crumpled suit, dressed like a hangover, Li Zitao smiled: "Hello, Mr. Livermore, but I'm not interested in stocks."
Speaking of coming from the Great Depression, he rarely touched stocks, and think tanks only marked on a few stocks he was interested in.
Occasionally, I will operate some stocks that seem to have potential. If I make a little profit, I will promptly sell it.
Compared with the stock market, he is more concerned about the development of industry, as well as hundreds of billions of dollars in war money in the future.
"Your Excellency, if you can use the data analysis of think tanks, I am sure to make hundreds of millions of dollars in profits for you in the stock market, and our cooperation will be the most perfect."
Li Zitao understood that the other party really valued the precise data analysis of think tanks and wanted to use these data to make profitable operations.
"Sorry, I don't think I can help you." In the stock market, Li Zitao really didn't plan to touch it.
With hundreds of millions of dollars in profits, he can do it in any industry under his name, which is really unattractive for him.
Not to mention anything else, it is Las Vegas, which is estimated to be able to create about US$400 million for the tax-free period of 1 year and the remaining 2 years.
One hundred million, this target is too small, a bit disregarded.
"Your Excellency--" Livermore wanted to say nothing more, and was very unwilling.
"Sorry, I'm going to start exercising." Li Zitao said as he unbuttoned the shirt cuff~EbookFREE.me~ Jogging forward after moving his hands and feet.
Seeing Li Zitao's so rude behavior, Livermore's face sank, and after a pause, he returned to the roadside car.
"What did he say?" the woman in the car asked when he saw him coming back.
"He refused." Livermore said unwillingly.
"I knew it would happen." The woman's expression I had guessed earlier.
"It doesn't matter, I can still do it myself, just like before." Livermore said disdainfully: "The Chinese are so courageous that even if the cake is delivered to his mouth, he is still hesitant and I bet He didn't understand the charm of stocks at all."
"But he is rich." The woman responded.
"I have too, I have a billion dollars." Livermore shouted in shame.
"Yes, there is only half now." The woman's words were still harsh, as if he was deliberately opposing him.
"God, if you can make this woman shut up forever, I will always believe in you." Livermore said in his heart.
Poor marriage and family life left him exhausted. He had to devote a lot of energy and time to deal with it every day, making him unable to calm down and think.
Because of this, his performance in the stock market has become more and more quick.
Successive mistakes cost him nearly $500 million. This is a astronomical number no matter what age it is in.
So he wanted to use the precise analysis and judgment of the think tank, but unfortunately Li Zitao refused mercilessly.
"Someday, you will regret it." Livermore clenched his fists and secretly said in his heart.
His wife's bee-like chatter came into his ears again, causing Livermore, who was still full of confidence, to hang his head and look down in disappointment: "Gosh, who can make her shut up."