txolops Chapter 485 I inquire about the celestial palaces, but when will we meet again?
Chapter 485 I inquire about the celestial palaces, but when will we meet again?
Hearing this, Li Luochen was completely relieved.
With Daigo, the God of Wealth, in charge, the acquisition of the Battle Fortress is practically a sure thing.
Just then, someone finally lost their temper.
"While the fortress is important, Miss Asami...aren't you worried that no one will be able to fund it?"
The speaker sat at the middle of the long table, dressed in a suit and tie, with a Galilean emblem pinned to his chest, and a half-smile on his face.
As soon as he finished speaking, others immediately echoed his sentiments.
Those who echoed him also wore the Galar badge, and the men exchanged a glance, the meaning in their eyes clear.
It's just a few billion, isn't it?
Just because local businesses in Carlos can't afford it doesn't mean their Galar consortium can't.
They are not like other chaebols.
They have the backing of the Marocomón Group; at worst, they can just chip in.
Before that, they had to lower the price and embarrass the four sisters of the battle fortress.
Carlos and Galar, separated by the sea, have never ceased their overt and covert rivalry.
These Galar warlords are now sitting in the audience, watching the fortress lords of the opposing city openly sell their shares. They must be feeling incredibly pleased.
Asami stood on the stage, her smile unchanged.
She held the glass of champagne she had never touched, her gaze slowly sweeping across the questioner's face, a slight, indifferent smile playing on her lips.
"That's a good question, esteemed guest." Chao Mi paused. "We're never worried about finding buyers for our shares in Battle Fortress. What we are worried about is..."
After saying that, she lowered her gaze slightly: "Some people can't afford it, yet they still say it's sour grapes."
There was a moment of silence in the audience.
The smiles on the faces of those Galatian strongmen froze.
"Miss Asami, we are backed by the Marocmont Group."
The Galarian tyrant's smile vanished, and he tapped his fingers lightly on the table, enunciating the words "Malocomon" with exceptional clarity:
"I'm here on behalf of the Marocomón Group. Perhaps it's inappropriate for you to say that?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his companions beside him straightened their chests in unison, as if those four words had given them an invisible armor.
The Marocomón Group, a behemoth in the Galar region, has a presence in almost every industry, from energy and manufacturing to real estate.
Bringing up this name is undoubtedly a reminder to everyone present.
Who's standing behind them?
Chao Mi held her wine glass, her smile undiminished.
"The reputation of the Marocomón Group must naturally be respected."
Chao Mi held her wine glass, her smile unchanged, but her tone gradually turned somber.
"However, the Battle Fortress is, after all, a landmark of the Carlos region. If some people don't respect the Battle Fortress, then they are disrespecting the Carlos Alliance."
The words weren't spoken harshly, but the weight of that accusation was considerable.
The Galatians' expressions immediately turned sour.
They exchanged a glance, their lips moved as if they wanted to say something, but then they swallowed it back.
Who can bear the blame for disrespecting the Carlos Alliance?
No matter how big the Marocomón Group is, it doesn't belong to them.
They were just henchmen; the Marocmont Group wouldn't risk offending an entire regional alliance for the sake of a few of their underlings.
Seeing that they had stopped talking, Chao Mi smiled and gently raised the champagne glass in her hand.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please continue your meal." With that, she stepped back, clearing the center of the stage.
Standing aside, Zhouzhu watched the Galar people's humiliated expressions, a hint of pleasure flashing in his eyes.
Ye Ni held the juice and sipped it with a smile.
The sounds of clinking glasses resumed below the stage, but the plates in front of those Galatian powerhouses remained untouched.
Li Luochen turned his head to look at Daigo.
Daigo chuckled: "This woman is not simple."
"really."
Li Luochen nodded.
As the luncheon drew to a close, plates were gradually cleared away and replaced with new agreement documents.
This time the paper was thicker, with more clauses, and every corner of the page was stamped with sealing wax.
The atmosphere in the hall subtly changed; the sounds of clinking glasses and exchanging pleasantries gradually subsided, replaced by the rustling of pages turning and occasional whispers.
Equity investment is finally about to begin.
Asami stood on the stage, her hands clasped in front of her, her gaze calm, and a composed smile on her lips.
Zhouzhu stood beside her, arms crossed, chin slightly raised, her gaze coldly sweeping over the crowd below.
Yeni tilted her head, her gaze sweeping across the faces of the VIPs as if watching an interesting drama.
Xi Si stood behind her sisters with her head down, her fingers gently twisting the hem of her skirt. Occasionally, she would raise her eyes, her gaze quickly sweeping over Li Luochen's direction before swiftly looking down again.
Of the four sisters, Yuu-soo is the one who has the least to worry about regarding her whereabouts.
If possible, she would also like Li Luochen to pack up and take her sisters with her.
but......
If he really did that, Li Luochen would definitely suffer a huge loss, right?
Xi Si's eyes lowered slightly.
Is it really okay for Li Luochen to pay a heavy price for his own selfish desires to reunite the four sisters in another place?
Besides, Li Luochen doesn't seem like the type to act impulsively for a woman; perhaps we have to consider whether he can handle the consequences...
Xi Si glanced at Li Luochen again.
They discovered that Li Luochen was still typing on his phone.
Sigh, I wonder which girl she's chatting with.
Noticing that Yuusi's mood was off, Chao Mi asked, "Third Sister, what's wrong?"
"N-nothing!"
Xi Si quickly waved her hand.
Asami immediately guessed what Yuusi was thinking: "You're afraid we won't be able to be together in the future, right?"
"Big sister, what's wrong...?"
Xi Si stammered.
Then Chao Mi said, "How did I guess? Because I'm your older sister. I know what you, or your second sister, or your fourth sister, are thinking."
"If you really want us to be together, then Xisi, you'll have to figure it out yourself. The man you found doesn't seem very reliable."
Even in the daytime, Zhu remained sharp-tongued.
Upon hearing this, Xi Si tried to defend Li Luo Chen: "Second sister! Luo Chen is really good, and... very gentle."
"oh."
Day Pearl did not linger on this topic for long.
Ye Ni, however, had a more unconventional thought: "How gentle is he?"
"Um... I don't really know how to say it!"
"What's the use of being gentle? If you're so capable, then shut up those troublemakers."
Zhouzhu looked at the location of the group of Galer people: "If I can quiet them down, I'd be happy to tie myself up and send me to Li Luochen's room tonight."
In Zhouzhu's eyes, Li Luochen was second only to a trainer with some skill.
But dealing with a behemoth like the Marocomón Group is virtually impossible.
now.
The powerful figures in Galar huddled together, whispering amongst themselves, their brows furrowed.
Even with the backing of the Marocomón Group, it's not something that can be decided lightly if it comes to taking out nearly 10 billion in working capital.
Moreover, Asami's words just now made it clear.
So what they have to do is relentlessly drive down the price!
No matter what, we can't let the four sisters of the battle fortress have an easy time!
Then......
They received a phone call.
Contact Person: President Loz
[Connect] [Hang up]
♫May I ask the celestial palace, when will we meet again?♫