Chapter 288 Is 500 Million Enough?

Sweden, Stockholm, Royal Academy of Drama.

"Bergman, your flower." A numb cry sounded from downstairs in the dormitory.

For a whole year and a half, from the first day of Ingrid Bergman's school, flowers became her daily theme.

Oh, and those two sculptural bodyguards.

Wherever Bergman went, they would follow her from afar, making sure she was out of trouble and out of trouble.

"Throw it away." Bergman yelled, then went back to the room and continued to prepare makeup for today's performance.

"You bastard, you're already engaged, so what do you want from me?" Bergman sat in front of the mirror, his brows and eyes looking a little dim.

When she first received the news about Garbo, she was devastated.

But in the end, under the persuasion of his roommate, he decided to go to America and start a battle with her to see who was more important in his heart.

But on the second day after she booked the boat ticket, news of the engagement spread throughout Europe and the United States.

It was also at that time that she knew about Li Zitao's previous experience, being arrested, being treated unequally, and about his assassination.

It was Adelaide who stood up, expressed dissatisfaction with what had happened to him, and rushed to America herself to free him from prison.

The kiss by the iron fence, the perfect photo, broke Bergman's heart.

From that day on she told herself, "Forget about this man!"

It was easy to say, but when it came time to do it, she couldn't do it anyway.

His news, his flowers, and his men appear in Bergman's life all the time.

After getting angry, the bodyguards began to keep a distance and followed from a distance.

The flowers are still the same every day, even though he knows they will be thrown away by himself.

And that slightly confused woman, his secretary, and Bergman would bet the two of them had an affair.

"Damn bastard." He squeezed the eyebrow pencil in his hand fiercely.

Bang, the pen broke.

"What is our princess thinking?" The roommate got off the bed and helped her comb her hair and said with a smile.

Her Royal Highness is the affectionate name of her roommates, because in the year she was born, the Swedish royal family also gave birth to a princess named Ingrid.

"It's nothing." Bergman threw away the eyebrow pencil sullenly.

"You still said no, his name is already written all over your face, Charlie, haha——" Seeing Bergman turning around and hitting, the roommate laughed and ran to the door.

"Hey, don't lie to yourself, you are already fascinated by him, Your Royal Highness the Princess." The roommate poked his head and teased.

"I didn't, and I still said it." Grabbing the broken eyebrow pencil, seeing the other party running away in a hurry, the smile on Bergman's face gradually subsided.

Eh.

With a sigh, he looked at the resentful eyes in the mirror.

After tidying up her makeup and going downstairs, Bergman saw a Cadillac parked opposite.

Didi.

Jessie honked the horn, smiled and waved to her through the car window, her bright eyes were very beautiful.

"Where are we going today?" The little elk that was released was very excited.

Holding the BOSS card and taking her friend Bergman who is the same age as her and has a common topic, she walks on the way of eating, drinking and shopping every day.

This kind of life was exactly what she dreamed of.

"Jessie, let's book a boat ticket for next week!" Bergman put his hands on his cheeks and said, looking out of the car window.

"Okay, where are we going? Paris, London, Rome, Venice?" Jesse's eyes lit up with stars.

She wants to go to each of these cities, where there are the most famous designers, beautiful and novel jewelry, clothing, full of fashion and artistic atmosphere——

"Los Angeles." Bergman still looked out the window.

Jessie's longing was interrupted by her words, and the car stopped on the side of the road with a "squeak".

"Aren't you unwilling to go?" Jesse's tone was a bit resentful, "Is my beautiful life about to end? '

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"Lee, we have controlled the entire Las Vegas energy system, and whoever wants to survive here must seek our help unless he is willing to lay a new line.

"Samuel Insall smiled proudly.

The old man is very bad.

"I like it." Li Zitao also smiled.

What is the Hoover Dam? When my casino opens, I will envy you.

However, we have to get some money out of these two rich women first.

"Doris, Avril, are you interested in investing?" Li Zitao looked at the two ladies invited by his fiancée, wondering how much money they could give.

If possible, Li Zitao would like to give this opportunity to Jonathan and Lawrence.

Unfortunately, these two guys are too poor.

All of Jonathan's assets were placed in Wells Fargo and the shipyard, and the successive large investments made it impossible for him to withdraw excess funds.

I thought Lawrence would be better, but whoever thought about it found out that he was poorer than Jonathan, and he was right that his pocket was cleaner than his face.

All the dividends from the Golden Arches were invested by him.

Lawrence Rockefeller, known as the bishop of fast food, had an unforgettable investment dream.

So this matter can only fall on Doris Duke and Avril Mellon.

The relationship between them is going well, and if nothing else happens, he will be attending two weddings soon.

"What do you think?" Doris turned her gaze to Jonathan. Is this the rhythm of husband and wife singing?

"The investment in the early stage will be high, but the benefits in the later stage may exceed our estimates." Jonathan suggested tactfully.

In fact, it is no different from saying "good business without losing money".

"I can mobilize 500 million U.S. dollars, is that enough?" Doris turned her head, and Li Zitao was stunned by one sentence.

enough, still?

Do you want to eat alone or what?

"Ahem, 100 million dollars is enough." Jonathan smiled awkwardly, and coughed lightly to make a decision for her.

"Oh, yes, any time." The female local tyrant said domineeringly.

Compared with her worth of 3 billion US dollars, 100 million US dollars is just a drizzle.

Well, a few days of drizzle, that's it.

With the assistance of Jonathan, she is now in full control of the family business and the huge legacy left by her father.

If that woman wasn't her real mother, Doris would want her to pack her bags and get out of Duke Manor right now.

"I need to go home and discuss it with my father." Avril glanced at her friend in the boudoir, who was even more embarrassed than Jonathan.

The same upper-class American family and the same woman, what kind of gap is this?

It made people despair, and the chest trembled so badly that I was about to suffocate.

"The total investment this time is US$500 million. I will contribute 300 million in my own name, and Doris will subscribe for 100 million. There is another US$100 million. Can there be any news before the middle of the month?"

Li Zitao didn't want to irritate Avril again, so he looked at her with a smile on his face as gently as possible.

"No problem." Avril Mellon nodded affirmatively.

She didn't bear another blow, but the male companion beside her was hit hard.

After leaving the women to enjoy their afternoon tea, the three of them were walking forward when Jonathan and Lawrence hooked his shoulders from left to right.

"What do you two want to do?" Li Zitao said with wary eyes.

"Charlie, we should talk about the party!" Lawrence whispered.

"Yes, the yacht is finished, it's up to you now, the cost this time." The two looked at each other, pointed at him in unison and said, "You pay the bill."