Chapter Five Hundred and Sixty Seventh Manuscript

Eric feels that tonight's fashion show and the current cocktail party are combined, not to mention $5 million, maybe $500,000 is more than enough. Although there are several big-name stars, but these people are here for their own face, It is estimated that it will only take tens of thousands of dollars in appearance fees: "Emily, I am curious, how did you spend the $5 million?"

"Invitation of top designers, fashion models, media PR, guest appearance fees, TV advertising marketing expenses..."

Emily broke her slender fingers and began to count the expenses for Eric one by one. When the ten fingers were about to be counted, Eric was worried that Chris would take off her high heels and continue to count, and hurriedly called. Broken: "Okay, I believe you."

Emily seemed a little unfinished, and finally added: "There will be a small charity auction later. Our company has promised to donate another 200,000 US dollars on top of the auction proceeds."

"When Chris comes back, you can just let him do this."

Emily said: "Chris may not be back until the end of the month. I want to start these projects as soon as possible, why don't you write me a check?"

Eric asked with some doubts: "Isn't the European side finished, why won't he come?"

Emily rolled his eyes at him: "It's not all your fault."

Eric immediately understood, shook his head and said, "It's a big deal, so let's get married soon, anyway, are you living together now?"

"Don't bring up the subject!"

"ok, in this case, you have the required documents ready, and I will write a check to you."

"Then it's settled, the $10 million is debt financing for the company," Emily said with a sly but cautious look.

Eric smiled. Compared with other industries, he is not too interested in Brighton fashion, a small plate of about 300 million US dollars, so he has no intention to increase his shareholding, saying: "Just do as you say."

The two were chatting about trivial matters, and a middle-aged man with gray hair in his fifties came over and said hello to Emily: "Hi. Emily, your show tonight is really great. , Paul, that guy will be very proud to have your daughter, how is he doing?"

Seeing the other party, Emily put away her originally excited expression, but kept politely shaking hands with the other party and said, "My father is very good, Mr. Wexner, thank you for your concern."

The middle-aged man said hello to Emily.

He took the initiative to reach out to Eric and said enthusiastically, "Hello, Mr. Williams, my name is Leslie Wexner."

"Hello, Mr. Wexner," Eric felt that Emily didn't seem to like him very much, so he didn't show too much enthusiasm.

Leslie Wexner released Eric's hand and turned to Emily. Said: "Emily, I suddenly feel that the conditions I offered last time are indeed inappropriate. Maybe I can increase the price to 400 million US dollars. If you are interested, why not take the time and let's talk about it?"

Emily shook her head: "Mr. Wexner, it's very difficult for the same person to get a bargain twice. I don't think we need to talk about that anymore."

"This is not good. Emily, if you want to become a qualified businessman, remember, never say something too absolute." After Leslie Wexner finished this sentence, he felt a little bit more. He looked enviously at Eric standing beside Emily. He nodded slightly and walked away.

"Who is this gentleman, you don't seem to like him very much?" Eric asked when the other party walked away.

"Chairman of ltd," Emily blurted out, then realized that Eric must not understand what the acronym ltd was, explained: ";Chairman of brands, ltd owns several good fashion brands, including one And a sports fashion brand, because my family's Brighton fashion focuses on urban white-collar everyday clothing and has no competition with ltd, so Leslie Wexner and my dad are good friends, but he recently expanded to expand The business scope of ltd's fashion brand, and I wanted to buy our family's company, but I turned it down."

Eric said: "These are normal business behaviors, you don't have to dislike him, right?"

"If that's all, I certainly don't have to dislike him. Brighton Fashion Company was founded by my grandfather. Apart from your 30% stake, the rest is scattered among my father, two uncles and an aunt. Li, after I rejected him three months ago, he secretly contacted my two uncles and aunts, wanting to buy their shares at a high price, ha, 45% of the shares, he only offered $1.5 billion, if It wasn't that my dad stumbled upon this and stopped the stupidity of his three younger siblings in time, and he's now the biggest shareholder in the fashion company."

Seeing Emily gnashing her teeth, Eric said, "If that's the case, then you can run the company well. Maybe in the future, you can turn around and buy the other party's company."

Emily raised her chin proudly, and did not hide her small ambitions: "I had this plan originally, the market value of ltd is only more than one billion US dollars, as long as you give me five years, I will be able to catch up with each other. , when the time comes, it will directly annex ltd, and by the way, Brighton fashion will be backdoor listed, since Leslie Wexner wants to get a second bargain, then I will let him taste the taste of losing control of the company."

Eric asked with a smile, "Why do you always say that he wants to get the second bargain? Did he get the first one?"

"Yeah, but that was ten years ago, when he bought the Victoria's Secret brand for only $1 million, and now Victoria's Secret is worth more than a billion dollars, accounting for 70% of ltd's market value ," Emily said, adding: "I heard that Roy Raymond, the original founder of Victoria's Secret, recently committed suicide by jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge."

Eric rubbed a goblet in his hand, and when Emily finished speaking, he suddenly said, "Emily, if you launch a hostile takeover of ltd now, how much will it cost to gain control?"

"What did you say?" Emily thought she had heard it wrong.

Eric repeated: "I mean. How much would it cost to get control of ltd now?"

"Eric, are you kidding me, I never thought you were a sympathetic person, and I don't think a person has the courage to live. Not worthy of sympathy at all?"

Eric was certainly not joking, and definitely not out of sympathy.

This is Victoria's Secret.

Eric clearly remembers the surprise when he saw the Victoria's Secret annual show for the first time on a cable-on-demand channel in a previous life.

"Emily, I'm not joking, I'm discussing this matter with you very seriously."

Emily stared at Eric for a while before saying, "I don't know that either. You should ask Chris about this kind of question."

"Then let Chris come back as soon as possible and come up with a feasible plan."

Emily suddenly lowered her voice: "Eric, I also know a little about things in Los Angeles. You should need a lot of money to acquire a TV network. After acquiring that Nokia company, Firefly's investment is only over $600 million, right?"

"So, since so much money is needed, the funds of around 600 million here will definitely not be of much help. It is better to use it to acquire an interested company."

Emily was a little excited when she heard Eric say this, and then immediately said: "Eric, this is completely your own idea. It has nothing to do with me."

Eric smiled and said, "It seems that you are the one who pushed me."

Emily knew that Eric was joking, and said, "You can't let Chris know anyway. If he really thinks it was my idea, then this thing won't work. It's not that you don't know his insistence on personal Principled stubbornness."

Eric teased: "Aren't you in charge of your family?"

Emily was a little embarrassed: "I can only have a say in some small things."

"Well, when Chris comes back, I'll tell him about it myself."

More than half of the reception was over, and the charity auction arranged by Emily started soon. Everyone knows what's going on in the so-called charity auction. Many people buy things, and they don't even know who they donate their money to.

Eric was not at all interested in this, and stood quietly in the corner, watching from time to time someone in front of him offered to buy the bits and pieces donated by Hollywood stars.

A figure in a black dress cautiously approached Eric and said hello in a low voice, "Mr. Williams?"

Eric turned his head. Seeing that it was Hu Kaili who had changed into King Ada's attire, Eric almost forgot about the other party because he had been busy socializing just now.

"Actually, you look better in this outfit," Eric praised after taking a look at Kaili Hu's outfit.

Kaili Hu's voice was a little low: "Mr. Williams, do you mean that I'm not suitable for the role of King Ada?"

Now Kaili Hu does look like a weak high school girl, and it's the kind that makes people want to spoil it. Eric is unable to compare the other party with the confident and powerful King Ada in his mind.

"You should have read "Resident Evil", Ada is definitely not like you."

"Mr. Williams, I have practiced martial arts, and I also got a black belt in Taekwondo." Kaili Hu said eagerly.

"But you don't have Ada's temperament. You look more like a high school girl in a horror movie who could be killed by a killer at any time."

"Mr Williams, why don't you give me an audition, I promise I'll do well."

Eric thought for a while and said, "Okay, you can leave me a contact address. When the "Resident Evil" project starts, I will have someone send you an audition invitation."

Hu Kaili felt a loss in her heart. She knew very well that if she really followed the process of auditioning, she might be eliminated in the first round.

Kaili Hu bit her red lips lightly, struggled for a moment, and leaned slightly against Eric: "Mr. Williams, maybe, you can arrange an audition for me in person, tonight... how about tonight? ?"

Eric narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the girl: "Are you planning to do this?"

Kaili Hu hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded again: "Yes."

Eric took out a credit card from his pocket and handed it to the girl: "Go open a room and wait for me in there."

Hu Kaili took the credit card, took two steps back, and then turned to leave.

A few minutes later, a waiter at the Hyatt Hotel brought a room key with Eric's credit card.

Eric ignored the waiter's warm look, took the two cards silently, shoved a tip, and then set his sights on the auction table in the hall again.

The auction is coming to an end. The chubby auctioneer on the stage gave everyone a quiet gesture, and then said: "Now, let's look at the most important and most precious auction item," the auctioneer sold After a short period of time, he untied a box handed over by a waitress and gestured to everyone in the hall.

Eric saw the contents of the box, and the wine glass in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Everyone, this is the script manuscript of "Home Alone" written by Mr. Eric Williams. It is very precious. Everyone knows that Mr. Eric Williams won the global $500 million for "Home Alone". Box office, and in just a few short years, Firefly has created a miracle, so this manuscript is very collectible, starting at $100,000."

"$200,000," just after the auctioneer finished speaking, a clear female voice sounded from the audience. Eric stood at the back and did not hear who was at Huntkey.

"250,000," the woman just finished bidding, and someone immediately raised the price.

At this time, someone had already started looking for Eric in the hall, and soon found Eric standing in the corner stunned.

"300000."

The price was raised again.

Eric finally reacted and felt a little helpless. He personally gave this manuscript to Joanna, and the woman also said that it would be well preserved as a collection.

So, taking it out now, it is obvious that this silly woman must want Eric to buy the manuscript himself.

If it wasn't for Joanna, honestly, Eric would never have spent a penny for this pile of manuscripts.

Hearing that the price of the manuscript was quickly raised to $500,000, Eric quickly raised his hand: "$600,000."

If possible, Eric would have liked to ask for $510,000, but he couldn't afford to lose the man.

Hearing Eric's bidding in person, everyone in the hall immediately understood what was going on. No one raised the price. After the auctioneer counted three times with a strange expression, he quickly announced the ownership of the manuscript.

But Eric was thinking about how to get back the $600,000 cost from the silly woman, how many cans of milk powder he bought! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommended votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m to read.) (To be continued..)

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