amaotonovel Chapter 385 What you lost to me was 10% of Chanel shares, not 20 billion in cash.
Chapter 385 What you lost to me was 10% of Chanel shares, not 20 billion in cash.
Wang Xiucheng and David Wertheimer exchanged a glance and smiled politely.
Just then, a man came in and said to the fat man in the white turban, "Minister, horse number 3 was injured while being walked and has been withdrawn from the race."
"what?"
Wang Xiucheng and David Wertheimer exclaimed in shock almost simultaneously.
Then, without prior arrangement, the two came outside and anxiously looked into the arena.
Horse number 3 was indeed slowly leaving the track, the jockey with his head down, extremely disappointed.
David Wertheimer gritted his teeth in hatred.
Damn it, this piece of trash, can't you hold on a little longer?
Wang Xiucheng was also furious and cursed, "Fuck..."
Jassim and the fat man in the white headscarf also came out.
"Should we just let this go?" Jassim tentatively suggested.
David Wertheimer immediately interrupted Jassim, "Of course not, just let Mr. Wang choose another horse."
Wang Xiucheng frowned slightly, seemingly somewhat troubled.
"Mr. Wang, don't you want to play anymore at this point?"
"Mr. Wang, are you afraid?"
David Wertheimer, standing nearby, knew exactly how to support Wang Xiucheng.
Don't Chinese people all care a lot about face?
Could this Chinese man back down temporarily in front of Jassim?
"Am I afraid?"
Sure enough, David Wertheimer saw Wang Xiucheng's unhappy expression and said, "If I were afraid, I wouldn't have won 43 billion."
"If you knew Fertitta, you'd know whether I'm afraid or not!"
"Wait a moment, I'll choose another horse."
After speaking, Wang Xiucheng stood there with a resolute expression, staring intently at the field, seemingly extremely serious.
Seeing Wang Xiucheng like this, David Wertheimer was relieved.
He was afraid that if Wang Xiucheng stopped playing, wouldn't the 20 billion yuan just disappear?
His purpose in coming here today was to meet the third generation of another European family on the stage, a man who was known for being foolish and rich.
I originally wanted to get tens of millions from him to start the company.
But upon seeing Wang Xiucheng, David Wertheimer changed his mind.
This Chinese man is a big loner, as evidenced by his single purchase of 900 million in Las Vegas.
He likes this kind of person the most.
As for losing!
David Wertheimer never even considered it.
There are also 14 horses in the arena, most of which are European horses. The owners behind them are friends of their families.
One phone call is enough to solve the problem.
With time ticking away and the competition about to officially begin, David Wertheimer had urged Wang Xiucheng several times.
His biggest fear right now is that Wang Xiucheng will drag out the game until it officially begins.
In that case, the blockade between the two people would naturally not work.
Wang Xiucheng finally slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Number 12, that's it! My lucky number!"
When David Wertheimer heard that Wang Xiucheng had chosen number 12, his smile widened, but he quickly composed himself.
This horse is a Japanese horse. Although the owner is not a friend of his family, Japanese horses have never been very good and cannot compare with European horses like this.
The match was about to begin, and Wang Xiucheng and David Wertheimer went into the room and signed the agreement.
Meanwhile, a person wearing a white headscarf was recording video on their phone, seemingly trying to preserve it as evidence.
After confirming that there were no problems with the agreement, Jassim sighed and handed it to the fat man in the white turban.
He knew that this was inevitable.
The fat man in the white headscarf picked up the agreement, glanced at it, and, after confirming there were no problems, said seriously, "Gentlemen, this agreement is now officially in effect."
Wang Xiucheng and David Wertheimer both nodded.
Just then, the loudspeaker outside began the ceremony introducing the horses and jockeys.
This means the competition is about to begin.
The group went outside, and Fatty White Turban, Jassim, and David Wertheimer all sat on the platform, exchanging pleasantries with the others while waiting for the match to begin.
Wang Xiucheng sat in the guest section, next to Fahad.
A few minutes later, the horses were introduced, and the competition officially began.
Amidst the clamor of the audience, 14 horses simultaneously burst through the barriers and galloped forward.
David Wertheimer was on the podium. The moment the game started, he stood up and shouted like a gambler.
After all, it's a 20 billion deal; it's impossible to expect him to sit still.
But soon, as the game progressed, David Wertheimer's face grew increasingly pale, and his waving arms gradually became weak.
Because that horse number 12 has unknowingly surged to 5th place.
It has already surpassed his horse.
And the horse ran faster and faster, quickly reaching fourth place.
Just then, the lead horse crossed the finish line.
Following the lead horse, a large number of horses also crossed the line one after another.
The final results were quickly displayed on the big screen.
Horse number 12 is in third place.
David Wertheimer's horse is ranked 5th.
This means that David Wertheimer lost!
With a thud, David Wertheimer plopped down in the chair, instantly feeling dizzy.
Why is the sky so dark in Saudi Arabia?
He actually lost?
Wang Xiucheng walked over at some point and said, "Mr. David Wertheimer, it's time to pay the bill."
Wang Xiucheng ignored him and went into a simple house not far away.
Wang Xiucheng knew that the fat man in the white headscarf would handle the rest.
He wants 1 million, so he can't just do nothing.
Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, the fat man in the white headscarf, Jassim, and David Wertheimer, who was hanging his head, walked in.
“Mr. David Wertheimer?” Jassim called out.
David Wertheimer looked up, his face pale. "Don't worry, I won't renege on the debt. I'll have my family prepare 20 billion right away."
"David Wertheimer, are you mistaken?"
Wang Xiucheng suddenly said, "What you lost to me was 10% of Chanel's shares, not 20 billion dollars in cash."
David Wertheimer suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and looked up at Wang Xiucheng in horror. "Mr. Wang, what do you mean?"
"The agreement we signed clearly states that if I lose, I will give you 20 billion in cash, and if you lose, you will give me 20 billion worth of Chanel shares, representing a 10% stake."
Wang Xiucheng looked at the fat man with the white headscarf and asked, "Is that right, Mr. Mohammed?"
“Yes.” The fat man with the white headscarf took out the agreement and glanced at it. “That’s right.”
Beads of cold sweat dripped down David Wertheimer's forehead.
If it were only 20 billion, that would be fine, since money can be earned back.
But Chanel, a brand within the family, is the family's cash cow.
This money-making machine has been completely controlled by its own family for decades.
It can be said that the Wertheimer family's current status and wealth, and their ability to befriend a family like the Rothschilds, are all thanks to Chanel.
If I were to lose 10% of Chanel's shares because of myself, I would be a sinner to the family.
Thinking about this, David Wertheimer felt fear for the first time.
He recalled the Rothschild family's assessment of Wang Xiucheng.
"The strategist!"
Could it be that I've been tricked by Wang Xiucheng?