Chapter 12: Keep a high profile

　　 Luke didn't turn back until most of the guests in the side hall had dispersed.
　　 "How's the talk?"
　　 "Very good, nearly 90% complete."
　　 Philip sighed, "I don't know if you are doing this a good thing or a bad thing. The political arena is a big mud pit. Once you get stuck, it's hard to pull it out."
　　 "Because it is a mud pit, the saplings can absorb enough nutrients and the company has enough room for development."
　　 "That's the case, but you chose the wrong person. Donald is a businessman, not a politician, and the probability of staying in the White House is extremely low."
　　 "Whoever tells you that a businessman can't be president, just walk and see, that guy will surprise everyone."
　　 Philip shook his head, very disapproving.
　　 Emily came over, "What are you talking about?"
　　"Future President of the United States, Emily, do you support Donald in becoming the White House!"
　　 "I don't support him, I support Chirac."
　　 "Why?"
　　 "Because Chirac is a woman."
　　 Luke was startled, "It makes sense."
　　……
　　 As the melodious music sounded, it was time for the dance party.
　　 All kinds of men and women walked on the dance floor and enjoyed the beauty of upper class life.
Luke took Emily off the stage, and after two ballroom dances, he returned to the living room. Robert Downs was waiting there. When he saw a girl with purple hair in full dress, a glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he recovered. normal,
　　 "Boss, the people from the bank have arrived, in the conference room on the second floor."
　　 Luke nodded, "Follow the plan."
"understood."
　　 Robert nodded to the girl and turned to leave.
　　As the FBI, Emily lacks curiosity the most.
　　 "What plan did you say?"
　　 "The financing thing."
　　 "Financing?" Emily was surprised, "Is ShowMe short of money?"
"No shortage."
　　 "Why do you need financing if you don't lack money?"
　　 "Some things are not decided by you."
Luke took a sip from his wine glass and said calmly, "It's like when you were hungry and saw a big and fragrant grilled lamb chop hanging on the roadside window. Knowing that it belonged to someone else, I couldn't help eating it. desire."
　　 "The current ShowMe is that piece of lamb chops. Some people want to bite off a piece of fat to relieve their gluttony, and some people want to swallow it with meat and bones into their stomachs."
　　 "It won't happen! How long has your company been established?"
　　 "The value of Internet companies lies not in age, but in the future. Do you know how many users ShowMe has?"
　　 Emily hesitated, "Eight million?"
Luke smiled and shook his head, "That's an imaginary number, bluffing, the actual users are 5.2 million, and the daily active users are about 4.8 million. The above are the results of the first two months. Imagine that in a year, ShowMe will have How many users?"
　　 Five million in two months, more than 30 million in a year, and in two years...
　　 Emily's breathing began to accelerate.
　　 Luke continued,
　　"There is a famous saying in Capital:
A business with a profit rate of 10% is guaranteed to be used everywhere; when it reaches 20%, it will become active; when it reaches 50%, it will take risks. If it exceeds 100%, it will dare to trample on all human laws; if it reaches 300% %, the devil was born. The current market value of ShowMe is about 80 million. One year later, it will reach 2 billion, 250 times the profit, who is not tempted. "
　　 "Then you are very dangerous?"
　　 "There is no danger."
　　 Luke waved his hand indifferently. If he was really troubled by the short-eyed man, he wouldn't mind letting the other person see what a ghost fire was.
　　 "By the way, I need your help."
　　 Luke called Elemi over and told her in her ear. He didn’t know what was said, and the latter shook his head again and again.
　　 "No, I am not a maid."
　　 "Just acting!"
　　 "The performance is not good either."
　　 Luke fixedly looked at her, begging, "Just once."
　　 Emily opened her mouth speechlessly, and after hesitating for a while, she nodded reluctantly.
　　 Luke raised his eyebrows triumphantly.
　　Everything is afraid of the first time, there will be a second time if there is the first time, and there will be countless times if there is a second time.
　　 Xiao Niangpi, I want to run even after wearing my clothes.
　　……
　　 The second floor of the Hilton Hotel, in the easternmost conference room.
　　 Managers from major banks sat idly on the sofa, some smoking, some drinking, and some closing their eyes. They kept this state for a long time, but the protagonist did not show up.
　　 Bob Jack of Citibank glanced at his watch and said unhappy.
　　 "It's been half an hour, will he come or not, don't waste our time."
　　 Robert quickly apologized, "Wait a moment, a moment, the boss will be here in a while."
　　 Reagan Connor of Chase Bank sneered,
　　 "I heard that the founder of ShowMe is a seventeen-year-old doll, Robert, you're really a gangster, and you actually gave the doll a hand."
　　 Robert said without a smile,
　　 "It doesn't matter who you work for, the key is whether the boss has the strength."
The person next to 　　 answered,
　　 "So, your boss is very capable?"
　　 "That's natural, or you wouldn't wait for him for half an hour."
　　 Bob Jack took a cigar and said in a flat tone.
　　 "We are sitting here, just out of courtesy."
　　 "I understand, I understand all."
　　 Robert kept his smiling face all the way, but his eyes flashed with an imperceptible cold light.
　　 After a few more minutes, the door to the meeting room finally opened, and the radiant Emily walked in, walked straight to the main seat and sat down, and said, holding back the dryness in her heart, UU reading www.uukanshu.com
　　 "The young master has something to do, let me talk to you. If you have any requirements, you can tell me, and I will convey it to the young master."
　　 The voice fell, and the meeting room boiled instantly.
　　 The bank managers all showed anger. They waited for dozens of minutes. They didn't see the master, and only waited for a message to come. Who did that kid think he was? Hitler!
　　 Bob Jack put the cigar into the ashtray and said with an ugly face.
　　 "Where is Luke Shaw? I want to see him."
　　 Emily glanced at him and said indifferently,
　　 "Master said, if you want ShowMe shares, just sit down and talk to me. If you don't want it, you can go now."
　　 Bob ate a closed door, his originally bad temper exploded in an instant, he didn't say a word, and walked away.
　　 Emily didn’t stop, she swept towards others,
　　 "You can also go."
　　 The rest of you look at me, I look at you, eyes flickering, but no one leaves.
Seeing them like this, Emily couldn't help but remember the words Luke confessed when: The people in the conference room are a group of undomesticated hounds. You are cautious, they bark their teeth and grin; you wield the long whip, they are only nonchalant, keep a high posture, hounds Will succumb to you.
　　 This sentence is too right. For a while, Emily's confidence increased, and her tone of voice became high.
　　 "I can talk now."
　　 "Who will come first."
　　 Robert coughed and put a plan contract on the table.
　　 "This is Chase Bank's acquisition plan."
　　 Emily turned to the last two pages of the contract, took a few glances, and threw it into the trash can.
　　 "Next."
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