hollywood billionaire

Chapter 83 1200000000
"When I first got here, I couldn't understand..."

Strolling on the wooden bridge leading to the private beach at No. 1730 Mido Trail, feeling the cool Atlantic sea breeze blowing in front of him, Han Yi narrowed his eyes comfortably.

"But now, I understand why everyone is here on holiday."

"If you like the East Coast, this is the best place."

Eight miles an hour southwest of Long Island, not too violent, but still rattling David Rubinstein's suit hem.Under the clear blue sky where most of the dark clouds have dissipated and the sky is shining brightly, it is a different feeling.

"Still in college, Mr. Han?"

This is an unanswerable question. The Carlyle Group and Rubinstein have more than [-] ways to get detailed information on anyone in the Federation.

"Yes." Han Yi nodded in agreement, "There are still two weeks before graduation."

"Your family trusts you very much." David Rubinstein looked at Han Yi kindly, and said with a smile, "At this age, I am willing to let you handle the acquisition of UTA with Baihui alone."

Hearing this sentence, Han Yi's gaze, which was originally looking straight ahead, turned to David Rubinstein's face, observing the other's clues.

really.

Interrogative sentences are an expression of certainty, while declarative sentences, on the contrary, reveal that this is a detail that Rubinstein is not sure about.

It doesn't take any superb reasoning skills, Han Yi can judge that David Rubinstein must not have found the source of his funds.

The facts are indeed true. The funds that Han Yi's so-called "family" remits to the accounts of the United States and the Carlyle Group, regardless of whether the final destination is a technology investment fund, a secondary market investment fund, a mezzanine investment fund or a high-yield partnership fund, will eventually One stop is all shell companies like S42H19 LLC.

If you investigate further, you will find that there are various sources of overseas funds. The Bahamas, the British Virgin Islands, Ireland, Luxembourg, Monaco, Singapore, Switzerland... Any country in the world that can be called a financial safe haven has a "Han family". active trace.Digging a few inches deeper, every sum of money is obtained through real asset sales or corporate mergers and acquisitions.

For example, the source of one of the investments that can be found is the RJR Nabisco acquisition.A company named C66W244S21 received nearly $[-] million in cash from this KKR-led leveraged buyout.Where did the shares in this company come from?From the pre-acquisition shares of Nabisco Corporation.

You have to ask where did its stake in Nabisco come from?From the Life Savers shares acquired by Nabisco in 1983.

In this way, one loop after another, until the truth disappears among the vast sea of ​​paper documents of an acquired company that has disappeared in the long river of history.

For David Rubinstein and his co-founders, tracing the source of funds is an important measure to ensure the stable development of the group, but as long as the safety of funds can be guaranteed, let them put another layer of camouflage on Han Yi's money , is not something appalling.

And that's exactly what they did. The 2006 million euro asset portfolio of the "Han Family" deposited in a subsidiary company, the Alps Investment Partnership, was circulated within the entire group, and was finally put into the Alps Investment Partnership in Delaware. Registered limited partnership, AlpInvest Partners US Secondary Investments [-] LLC.

In the name of "YI, HAN".

"It's nothing, Mr. Rubenstein."

Han Yi's feet finally stepped on the private beach at No. 1730 Mido Drive. Unlike the pure white sand beaches on the West Coast or Florida, which are all quartz sand, most of the sand in the northern part of the East Coast, including New York State, comes from 18000 The glaciers that melted years ago, the gravel and sand grains merge, giving the entire coastline a milk tea-like color.

It looks beautiful from a distance, but a bit dirty up close.Coupled with the sunny but still wet and cold weather, even with a slight improvement, Han Yi still couldn't fall in love with Hampton.

In his opinion, the greatest value of New York is its skyline. If you don't live in the clouds, the whole Big Apple will lose its meaning.

"Compared to your legendary experience... I still have too much to learn."

Han Yi put his hands in his pockets, drew a semicircle on the beach with his feet, and said softly.

"Boy, when I was your age, I was on the editorial board of the University of Chicago's "Law Review", looking at piles of manuscripts, eating my few hairs..."David Rubinstein pointed out Pointing to the hairline that has receded to the top of the head, "You're doing something great, something most of us can't even imagine."

"I'm just a kid waving the banknotes given by my parents and searching for candy in the grocery store. I'm too short and too focused to see that there are robbers robbing the store." Han Yichong Rubinstein Blinking, "I need a bodyguard with enough firepower to bring the candy home safely."

"In this scene..."

How could David Rubinstein fail to hear such an obvious analogy from Han Yi, but he still poked his chest with his index finger and asked.

"Am I the robber?"

Before the words fell, the two laughed together.

"So, how can I help you, Mr. Han?"

The laughter died down, and David Rubinstein adjusted the mirror frame.

"You have 399... yuan. The store is here, what kind of candy do you want to buy?"

"I told my parents to buy candy, but I lied." Han Yi folded his hands together and lowered his voice, "I'm here to buy wine... a whole bottle."

"A whole bottle?"

David Rubinstein's eyelid-closed eyebrows lift slightly.

"But you're a kid, you're not of legal drinking age... what's more, you're not even a kid from the neighborhood, how can you expect the owner to be kind enough to sell you alcohol?"

"So I need an adult, an adult from the block."

Han Yi pursed his lips and lowered his eyes.

"I didn't want to take it away, so I drank it on this street."

"So, the exchange you gave this adult is..."

"Drink together."

"learn."

Rubinstein nodded, and did not think for too long before continuing with the next sentence.

"What kind of alcohol is it? You have to know that many strong alcohols are too high, and the average adult will be drunk even by smelling them."

"I don't want that." Han Yi shook his head, "I just want to drink some fruit punch."

"Which brand?"

Hearing Rubinstein's question, Han Yi leaned forward and whispered something in his ear.

"Oh, a world-renowned big brand is not a small workshop, so it's safe." David Rubinstein's cheeks, which seemed to be stiffened by the sea breeze, finally began to relax.

"So, we're talking about...how big a bite?"

There was a distance between Rubinstein's index finger and thumb that he thought was appropriate.

"A fruit punch can't fill up the drinking capacity of an adult."

"But everyone will think you... bought the bottle."

Han Yi pointed to David Rubinstein's chest, as if he had really bought a fruit punch and was holding the brown paper bag in his arms.

"Other children will know that you are very good at helping people deal with the trouble of checking ID when buying alcohol."

"I've been doing this job for years." David Rubenstein laughed deeply. "Generation after generation of children come to this block and they all look for me."

"Then why can't I have one more?"

Han Yi spread his hands by his side and smiled.

"Maybe not enough, but never too much, right?"

"Help me get it, protect me from robbers and... shopkeepers, and walk me out of this grocery store, you will have my eternal gratitude and support."

"It's too risky to go this way... Hey, look, I'm not wearing a body armor." David Rubinstein lifted up the lining of his suit and showed Han Yi his light blue shirt.

"If you want me to help you... unless this trip, you buy more."

"I only have so much." Han Yi smiled and waved his hands.

"I do not think so."

David Rubinstein continued his non-physical performance, taking "a wad of money" out of his trouser pocket and carefully counting it.

"Your parents are afraid that you won't have enough to eat. I still have 1200 yuan in my savings. Have you forgotten?"

1200... blocks.

If $3.99 million is $399.

Then 1200 yuan is...

Han Yi could no longer maintain a calm smile.

"Oh . . . I didn't think so, sir. I didn't think it was going to cost me all my money."

Han Yi no longer responded fluently, and began to stumble back.

"Children don't need to save so much money."

Han Yi's hesitation did not arouse Rubinstein's suspicion, but was interpreted differently by him.The latter patted the former on the back and laughed heartily.

"Eat a little, drink a little, take everything you have to take, and enjoy your life!"

"So what do you think... Mr. Rubenstein?"

Han Yi swallowed his saliva, and finally showed the identity card of David Rubinstein, an excellent actor.

"What should I take away?"

……

"easy."

Zhao Youzhen frowned and patted Han Yi on the shoulder.

"Did you forget your soul in that house?"

"We've been at this stop sign for 2 minutes."

"What did you guys talk about at the beach...?"

Xu Yiru stared at Han Yi with concern.

"Come back from there, you've always looked like this lost soul."

"Sorry, sorry, um... no, we talked... about buying candy."

Han Yi stepped on the accelerator and responded absently.

"Buy candy?"

Zhao Youzhen narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Well, no, it's actually buying wine." Han Yi stretched out his right index finger and emphasized, "Buying fruit punch."

"Fruit...fruit punch."

Hearing Han Yi's incoherent answer, Xiao subconsciously turned his head to look at Southampton, which was drifting away behind him.

She was looking for a street sign that said SALEM.

Someone was clearly under a curse.

The confused Xu Yiru and Zhao Youzhen certainly didn't know, and the distraught Han Yi would never share with them the real reason why he became uncharacteristically.

How do you say it?

I came to Southampton to visit the hills to discuss the whereabouts of 3.99 million US dollars of investment, but unexpectedly found that I still have... 12 billion, lying in the account of the Carlyle Group?
What the hell is going on here?
The 3.99 million US dollars have not been spent yet, and the reward is tripled?
Thinking of this, Han Yi involuntarily stepped up his right foot on the accelerator, and drove towards Manhattan.

He had to quickly find a place where no one was around, open the memo, and get this thing straightened out.

(End of this chapter)