nucmednet Chapter 1306 I have no interest in making friends with you little devils.
Chapter 1306 I have no interest in making friends with you little devils.
A short while later, Mitsui Hisashi and Mitsui Fuku strode in. They first bowed to the auctioneer, then approached Da Bao, their faces beaming with smiles, and said...
"Sir, my father said he wants to befriend you and see what your requirements are. If you can give up this purchase of the gold seal, the Mitsui family will do everything in its power to meet your needs!"
Da Bao picked up Niu Niu and said casually,
“I have no interest in making friends with you Japanese devils. If you want me to give up, give me the mother-of-pearl inlaid rosewood five-stringed pipa and I will withdraw from this auction.”
"What? A five-stringed pipa inlaid with mother-of-pearl and rosewood? That's impossible. This is my grandfather's favorite instrument. Sir, please choose another one."
Da Bao's face darkened, and he frowned slightly as he spoke.
"If you can't agree, don't make promises you can't keep. Do you think I need your instrument? Remember, no matter what, people are the most important, and so is your reputation. Don't make promises you can't keep."
Mitsui Hisashi's face was extremely ugly. As the heir to the Mitsui family, this was the first time he had been scolded like a dog.
Mitsui Hisashi let out a long sigh and turned to the auctioneer.
"Miss Sotheby's, may we continue the auction? I'll go and ask the head of the family now,"
The auctioneer shrugged and gestured for him to proceed.
Mitsui Hisashi and Mitsui Fuku exchanged a few words in hushed tones before he hurriedly left.
Next up for auction is the French Royal Family's "Tears of the Stars," a necklace nearly two hundred years old. It is adorned with tiny, raindrop-shaped diamonds, culminating in a large, ten-carat teardrop-shaped diamond at the very end.
The starting bid for the Tears of the Stars is two million pounds. Nowadays, even the wealthiest people don't dare to bid. Who would go bankrupt to buy a piece of jewelry?
John Davis looked at Da Bao with a pitiful expression. He just wanted to buy a piece of jewelry to pursue Normasab, how did he end up with someone like Da Bao?
Uncle Qing walked quickly to Da Bao's side, bent down and said a few words. Da Bao frowned slightly, then smiled and beckoned to John Davis.
John Davis quickly went to Da Bao's side, like a lapdog.
Dabao whispered,
“John, I’ll offer 20% above market price to buy your 6% stake in HSBC Holdings, and I’ll also give you this Tear of the Star. How about we become friends?”
John Davis was nothing more than a spoiled rich kid; 21% and 15% of the shares made no difference to him. Hearing Da Bao's suggestion, he immediately and happily agreed.
Being a spoiled brat doesn't mean he's a wastrel, nor does it mean he's a fool. Da Bao used a combination of coaxing and gentle persuasion, and John Davis completely became his devoted fan.
He excitedly whispered to Da Bao.
"Is six percent enough? Forget it, I'll sell it to you for eleven percent, and I'll keep ten percent for myself."
Da Bao looked at him in surprise, and John Davis said with a hint of annoyance.
"Don't look at me like I'm an idiot, okay? You're so rich, it definitely wasn't inherited from your ancestors, it's all earned by yourself. I'll sell you eleven percent of the shares, making you the major shareholder."
"HSBC Holdings will only get better and better under your leadership. Your success benefits HSBC, and I'll benefit even more. I believe that my current 10% stake will earn me more than my current 21% stake."
Da Bao was completely convinced. Who said all spoiled rich kids are idiots? You can tell from Arthur that he'll definitely be a great figure someday. Who knew John Davis had such foresight?
Da Bao couldn't help but clap his hands, then took out another solid gold business card from his pocket and stuffed it into John Davis's hand.
"Contact me tomorrow,"
John Davis returned to his seat triumphantly and showed off his solid gold business card to Normasab. Although Normasab was big-breasted, she wasn't brainless. She hadn't expected that someone she hadn't thought much of would have such good taste and befriend someone like Da Bao. Now she was starting to doubt her own judgment.
Da Bao waved to Normasab. Normasab looked like someone from the entertainment industry, but he was still naive and retained a touch of childlike innocence.
Normasab quickly ran over, knelt on one knee, and whispered.
"Sir, please feel free to tell me what you need."
John Davis and Henry were utterly devastated. They had spent millions of pounds and still couldn't win a smile from the beauty, while she hadn't spent a penny, just snapped her fingers, and she had come running over to them.
Da Bao pointed at John Davis and said.
"You're a model, right? Not bad. You must have received higher education. Modeling is a short-lived career, and you can't escape the control of capital. Rather than that, you might as well hold on to this brat. I can tell that this brat really likes you."
Think about it. If you decide to be with this brat, I'll make him contribute half of his money, and I'll contribute the other half to start an entertainment company. You'll be the boss, owning 60% of the shares. Think it over carefully.
Normasab was a college graduate, and what she was most proud of was her intellect, not her beautiful face or stunning figure. Now, hearing what Da Bao said, she didn't hesitate at all and kissed Da Bao's shoe, which is the most honorable etiquette in England.
Da Bao laughed heartily, pulled out a pure gold business card and handed it to her, then gestured for the auctioneer to continue.
Normasab returned to her seat and told John Davis what Da Bao meant, but she addressed Da Bao as "master".
John Davis was extremely excited. He couldn't help but hug and kiss Normasab. Niu Niu stood on the chair, clapping and laughing.
Da Bao turned the entire auction into a matchmaking ceremony, but strangely enough, none of the wealthy people present showed any impatience.
Da Bao patted Niu Niu's little bottom, signaling her to buy the Star Tears.
Niu Niu waved her number and shouted loudly.
Five million pounds.
Henry McMillan, whose face had been grim, calmed down. He stood up, and Anthony stood up as well. Henry walked to Da Bao's side, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed.
"Sir, I am Henry Macmillan, and my father is Harold Macmillan. I hope we can become friends."
Da Bao was a little surprised, but still didn't get up to return the greeting. This was the Prime Minister's son, and the Prime Minister wasn't anything special; he would step down in two years.
He extended his hand and shook hands with Henry, then took out a solid gold business card and handed it to Henry.
"Tell the Prime Minister that if he needs political donations, he can contact me anytime."
Henry Macmillan was overjoyed. Political elections need money the most, and with a big spender like Da Bao, he believed his father would come running like a dog to lick his father's shoes.