The Richest Man in the DC World

　　 The moment the contract fell into the trash can, Reagan Conner felt like he was slapped in the slap, his right cheek was scorched, anger accumulated in his heart, and he forcibly endured it.

　　 Damn Luke Shaw! Damn ShowMe!

　　 Emily glanced at him pretentiously.

　　 "The young master said, if anyone makes a purchase, he will be kicked out. If you think you are the first one, then don't care about you."

　　 "Who else has a contract, take it out."

　　 The managers looked at each other, but no one spoke for a while. The business field pays attention to you and me, and it is easy to say good things. Who knows that if you encounter a card that does not follow the common sense, you will pick up.

　　 They also noticed that the other party didn't mean to talk at all. Thinking of this, they couldn't help but turn their eyes to the initiator of the meeting-Robert Downs.

　　 Robert is also full of confusion. The original plan was for Luke to sing the white face and he sing the red face, and cooperate with the major banks to give a blow to the major banks, so that they dare not underestimate the strength of ShowMe.

　　Who knows that a beautiful woman with purple hair ran out and covered her face in a splitting meal, but from the results, it seemed pretty good.

　　 Robert coughed slightly and said,

　　 "What are the boss requirements?"

　　 "The upper limit of 20% shares and the minimum monetary limit of 30 million US dollars. If you can't do it, you don't need to talk about it."

Brandt Quincy, manager of Wells Fargo Bank, frowned, "This lady, the figures you mentioned are too much. According to the latest market research report, your company’s market value is less than 80 million US dollars. That said, don't we have to pay twice the commission."

　　 "Twice is very rare. Master's goal is five times."

　　 "Bold words!"

　　 Reagan Connor shook his beautiful moustache and said coldly, "A company that has never made a penny wants a market value of 400 million, a joke."

　　 Emily said blankly,

　　 "I will tell the boss this sentence."

"whatever!"

　　 Reagan Connor grinned, disdainfully, a seventeen-year-old doll is not worth looking at.

　　 The only lady present, Wendy Brown of Quinn Investment Co., said gently,

"Can you tell me your name?"

　　 Emily turned around, and when she saw that the speaker was a lady with white hair and elegant temperament, she quickly said,

　　 "Hello, my name is Emily Song."

"Hello, Emily, this is Wendy Brown, the chief financial officer of Quinn Investment Company. You can call me Mrs. Brown. One thing I want to ask is, when is your company going to start making profits? What are the specific measures? Is there a plan?"

　　 "I'm sorry, Madam, I don't know what you said. The young master only told me that he will not consider profitability until the total number of users reaches 20 million."

　　 20 million!

　　 Hearing this number, everyone was shocked.

　　 Mrs. Brown smiled.

　　 "The total population of the fifty states in the U.S. is only 250 million. In other words, if you want to meet that standard, there will be one ShowMe user in every ten Americans..." At this point, I paused intentionally.

“I’m not doubting your company’s capabilities, but the figures you mentioned are too shocking. Even if it is achieved by chance, how long will it take? Five years? Ten years? We pay attention to the rate of return on investment. ."

　　 This question is very acute, and it is straight to the point. Why does ShowMe with millions of users only have a market value of 80 million? The reason is that there is no profit.

　　 No matter how good a company is, how promising it is, how promising it is, it is nonsense that it cannot be profitable.

　　 Emily smiled lightly,

　　 "The number Mrs. said is too big. It doesn't take five years or ten years. In just five months, ShowMe users can reach 20 million."

　　 Five months?

　　 Everyone shook their heads, not believing them at all.

Emily continued, "The above is what the young master told me. You don’t understand the young master’s ability. He is best at creating miracles. Just like ShowMe, it was a small company that was just registered not long ago. It took two months for the industry leader with millions of users to go from zero to eight million, and how long does it take to go from eight hundred to two thousand?"

　　 The voice fell, and the meeting room fell silent again.

　　 Everyone thought, Wendy Brown's eyes showed approval.

　　 Neither humble nor overbearing, calm and calm, this girl is very nice.

　　……

　　 In the brightly-lit hall, Luke leaned on the sofa, enjoying a Broadway cabaret while drinking.

　　 Charlie hurried over and said eagerly.

　　 "It's not good, boss, something happened."

"what's up?"

　　 Charlie glanced around, whispered,

　　 "Just now the bank called, and there was one hundred thousand less in the account."

　　 "It turned out to be this." Luke pushed him aside, "No need to look for it, I spent the money."

　　 "That's one hundred thousand! How to spend it."

　　 "I bought a skirt, a pair of bracelets, a pair of high-heeled boots, a pendant, a pair of earrings, that's it."

　　Charlie understood what, hesitated,

　　 "The girl with purple hair."

　　 "Yes, it's her." Luke raised his eyebrows triumphantly, "How about it, pretty!"

　　 Charlie bitterly, "When are you still thinking about picking up a girl, even if you are picking up a girl, you shouldn't find her, you forgot, she is the FBI, Roger Consius's subordinate."

　　 "Of course I know she is the FBI, and I also know that she is here today to get close to me."

　　 "Then you still..."

　　 Luke sighed, UU reading www. uukanshu.com helplessly said,

　　 "Charlie, you are only twenty-four years old this year. How do you look like a dick? It doesn't matter whether she is a spy or not, the key is her own value."

　　 Charlie became confused as he listened,

　　 "What value is a 20-year-old girl, except for being more beautiful, what value can it have?"

　　 Luke lost the interest in talking in an instant. Charlie is good everywhere, loyal, reliable, unable to fight back, not to retaliate, to work hard, not to complain, the only problem is IQ, the brain lacks root strings, no one is useless.

　　 "It's okay, don't bother me here, go and look upstairs, and bring people over after the meeting."

"Oh!"

　　 Charlie responded and turned to leave.

　　 As soon as he left, the dance drama ended. The bored Luke opened his hands and lay flat on the sofa, thinking about the future development of ShowMe.

　　 The goal of the first phase has been achieved, and the next step is to expand in all directions.

　　 There are many places to be explored in the video and picture areas, and the planning of blacks should also be put on the agenda. Of course, the most important thing is superheroes. Superheroes are the heat. If you want to develop rapidly, you cannot do without them.

　　 was thinking, a fresh perfume smell came from the tip of his nose.

　　 "Luke Shaw?"

　　 Luke stared blankly at the girl who appeared suddenly. The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a very good figure, especially the big bag on the chest, heavy, and she looked like a rare breed.

"you are……"

　　 "Ivan Donald, Marchi Donald is my father."

　　 "Oh!!!!! So it was you."

　　 Luke suddenly realized, looked up and down, and exclaimed,

　　 "You are so beautiful, just like the world's supermodel."