Chapter 288: Is 500 million enough?

Sweden, Stockholm, Royal Theatre Academy.
"Baoman, your flower." A numb cry shouted downstairs.
For a full year and a half, from the first day of Ingrid Bergman's enrollment, flowers became her daily theme.
Oh, and those two bodyguards like sculptures.
No matter where Bergman went, they would follow them from far away to make sure she had no trouble and no one was entangled.
"Throw it away," Bergman shouted, and then returned to the room, continuing to prepare for the makeup for today's performance.
"Assholes, they're already engaged. How about me." Bergman sat in front of the mirror, his eyes darkened.
When she first received news about Garbo, she was already angry.
But in the end, persuaded by his roommate, he decided to go to the United States and start a battle with her to see who was more important in his mind.
But the day after she set the boat ticket, the news of the engagement spread throughout Europe and the United States.
It was also at that time that she knew of Li Zitao's previous experience and was arrested and subjected to unequal treatment regarding his assassination.
Adelaide stood up, expressed dissatisfaction with his experience, and rushed to the United States to rescue him from prison.
The kiss next to the iron bar, the perfect picture, looked at the heart of Bergman.
From that day on, she told herself, "Forget this man!"
It's easy to say, but when she wants to do it, she can't do it.
His news, his flowers, his men, appeared all the time in Bergman's life.
After they got angry, the bodyguards began to keep their distance and followed.
Everyday flowers are still there, even if he knows they will be thrown away by himself.
And the woman who was a little confused, his secretary, Bergman bet, they must have a leg.
"Damn bastard." Squeezing his eyebrow pencil hard.
Bang, the pen is broken.
"What is our high princess thinking?" The roommate came down from the bed and smiled as she took care of her hair.
Her Royal Highness is a cordial name given to her by roommates, because in the year she was born, the Swedish royal family also gave birth to a princess, also named Ingrid.
"Nothing." Baoman dropped his eyebrow pensively.
"Not yet, your face is full of his name, Charlie, haha—" The roommate laughed and ran to the door when he saw the action of Bergman turning around.
"Hey, don't lie to yourself, you are already fascinated by him, your fallen highness." The roommate teased his head and ridiculed.
"I didn't have that, and I said." Grabbing the broken eyebrow pencil and seeing the other party hurried away, the smile on Bergman's face gradually converged.
Eh.
With a sigh, he looked at the murmured eyes in the mirror.
After finishing her makeup and going downstairs, Bergman saw Cadillac stopped at the opposite side.
Didi.
Jesse honked her horn and waved to her with a smile through the car window, her big bright eyes were very beautiful.
"Where are we going today?" The flying little elk was very excited.
Holding the BOSS card, carrying her friend Bergman, who is of the same age as her, who has a common topic, walks on the road of eating, drinking and purchasing every day.
Such a life is exactly what she dreamed of.
"Jessie, book your next week's ticket!" Bergman said with his hand on his cheek, looking out the window.
"Okay, where are we going? Paris, London, Rome, Venice?" Jesse's eyes lit up with stars.
She wants to go to each of these cities, where there are the most famous designers, beautiful and novel jewelry, clothing, full of fashion art atmosphere-
"Los Angeles." Bergman still looked out the window.
Jessie's longing was interrupted by her words, and the car stopped by the road with a squeak.
"Aren't you reluctant to go?" Jesse's tone was a little bitter, ‘Is my good life about to be ended? ’
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"Lee, we have controlled the energy formation of the entire Las Vegas, no matter who wants to survive here, we must seek our help unless he is willing to re-lay a new line." Samuel Insal Smug smile.
The old man is bad.
"I like it." Li Zitao also smiled.
What is the Hoover Dam? When my casino opens, I envy you.
However, I have to pit some money from these two rich women first.
"Doris, Avril, are you interested in investing?" Li Zitao looked at the two ladies invited by her fiancee, since they could get how much money they could come up with.
If possible, Li Zitao wanted to give Jonathan and Lawrence this opportunity.
Unfortunately, these two guys are too poor.
All of Jonathan's assets are placed in Wells Fargo and the shipyard, and the large sum of investment has made him unable to withdraw excess funds.
Originally thinking that Lawrence would be better, who ever wanted to know that he was poorer than Jonathan, and it was true that he was cleaner than his face.
He paid all the dividends from the Golden Arch for investment.
Lawrence Rockefeller, known as the bishop of fast food, has an investment dream that he cannot forget.
So this matter can only fall on Doris Duke and Avril Mellon.
The relationship between them is progressing smoothly, and if nothing unexpected happens, he will soon attend two weddings.
"What do you think?" Doris turned her attention to Jonathan. Is this the rhythm of Husband?
"The investment in the early stage will be very high, but the profit in the later stage may exceed our estimate." Jonathan suggested politely.
In fact, it's no different from saying "make a profit without losing good business".
"I can mobilize $500 million, is it enough?" Doris turned her head and calmed Li Zitao in one sentence.
Enough ~EbookFREE.me~ Is it still enough?
Do you want Baoyuan to eat a solitary meal or ye drip?
"Cough, $100 million is enough." Jonathan smiled awkwardly and coughed to make a decision for her.
"Oh, okay, anytime." The female tyrant said domineeringly.
Compared with her worth of 3 billion US dollars, 100 million US dollars is just a drizzle.
Um, the drizzle that lasted a few days, that's it.
With the assistance of Jonathan, now she has full control of the family industry and the huge legacy left by her father.
If the woman was not her biological mother, Doris now wanted her to take her luggage and roll out of Duke Manor.
"I need to go home and discuss with my father." Avril looked at her friend beside her, more embarrassed than Jonathan.
The same is the upper-class family in the United States and the same woman. What kind of gap is this?
It's desperate, so trembling in my heart, it's about to suffocate.
"This time the total investment is US$500 million. I will invest 300 million in my own name. Doris subscribes for US$100 million and there is another US$100 million. Could there be news before the middle of the month?"
Li Zitao didn't want to stimulate Avril Lavigne again, and looked at her with a gentle tone as much as possible.
"No problem." Avril Mellon nodded affirmatively.
She didn't endure another blow, but the boyfriend beside her was shocked.
After leaving the women to enjoy afternoon tea, the three were walking forward, and Jonathan and Lawrence hooked his shoulders one by one.
"What do you two want to do?" Li Zitao said with an alert look.
"Charlie, we should talk about the party!" Lawrence whispered.
"Yes, the yacht is finished, now it's up to you, the cost of this time." The two looked at each other and pointed at him in unison. "You pay."