Chapter 296: King of Rejecting Speculation

"Charlie, the result is out." Du Tanlong said with a dark face.

"How much?" Looking at his face, Li Zitao thought the result was not ideal.

"Only, 564,218.6 dollars, haha——" After speaking, Du Tanlong couldn't help the ecstasy in his heart, and burst out laughing.

In other words, their gross profit today is 56,000 US dollars, and the corresponding expenses are at least 50,000 US dollars.

With a profit of 1.5 million a month, he did not earn as much from robbing banks.

"You can't think that way. After all, it's the first few days before the opening. After the upsurge passes, the daily sales will definitely drop."

After calming down, Li Zitao and Du Tanlong discussed the follow-up development.

The first step of Hualian is very good and stable. As long as it maintains its advantages in quality, price and management, I believe it will soon return to the peak of Messi.

Before long, it will surpass Macy's and become the existence that all retail industries look up to.

"I don't know whether Walton's small store has opened, and whether Wal-Mart will appear again." Li Zitao thought curiously.

As for the storm caused by his butterfly, Li Zitao didn't care at all, BMW has become an American brand.

The S.H.I.E.L.D., which guards the peace, is already doing bodyguards, so what else is there to care about.

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After handing over the company's affairs to Du Tanlong, Li Zitao went to Skunk again and found that Mitchell had become one with the R&D team, so he left with peace of mind.

At home in Chicago, Li Zitao, who just came back, got the news that his fiancée was leaving. They were going to Paris to discuss cooperation with Dior.

"Use my plane." Li Zitao dialed the customer service line of his black card and got people ready to take off.

"By the way, honey, can you borrow me your estate in Beverly?" Adelaide asked before going out.

"Of course, anytime." Even though she couldn't figure out what she wanted to do, Li Zitao readily agreed.

"Thank you, you are very kind." After sending a kiss, she took the personal maid into the car and left.

"What has Madam been up to lately?" Li Zitao asked Hogg as he sat in the living room and had six pet dogs brought in.

"Madam is on the phone most of the time, and there are also some emails, all of which are design drafts, sent to Hollywood and Paris."

"Does she communicate with Jiabao very often?" Li Zitao rubbed the pet dog's head, and said in his heart that this is to show the dignity of a woman and get along with each other in harmony?

"Yes, the atmosphere between Madam and Miss Garbo is very pleasant." Hogg could hear Madam's cheerful laughter every time he talked with Garbo.

"Well, it's all right." Grabbing the leash, Li Zitao took the dog out for a walk.

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency." The neighbor I met by chance smiled and bowed.

"You too." Li Zitao nodded with a smile.

Although there were many people who greeted him on the road, none of them thought about it, or should I say that no one dared to approach him.

The six brazils, which looked as mighty as lions, dissuaded everyone who wanted to go forward.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency." Li Zitao, who was a leisurely and rich dog, suddenly heard a call and looked back.

Wearing a white bowler hat, the unkempt man with eyes was stopped by the bodyguard behind him.

"Let him come here." Seeing what the other party wanted to say, Li Zitao asked to let him come here.

"Your Excellency, they are so cute." Livermore said against his will, the expression on his face almost froze.

The six Feile, who are as strong as a lion, have absolutely nothing to do with cuteness.

"What's the matter?" Handing the dog leash to the bodyguard and letting him leave with the dog, Li Zitao motioned for him to come forward and continue walking along the coast.

"Your Excellency, my name is Jesse Livermore, and I want to join your think tank." Livermore's tone was firm, as if he was sure that he would succeed.

"Why do I need you?" Li Zitao gave the other party a playful look, thinking, 'How inflated must this be to dare to say that? '

"Your Excellency, I made a profit of 160 million dollars in the Great Depression." Livermore stopped,

He looked straight at Li Zitao.

"The king of speculation." Li Zitao was indeed a little surprised.

He'd heard about it, the known king of Wall Street speculation, the idol of stock traders, the loathed bastard of bankrupts.

Seeing the other party's crumpled suit and dress like a hangover, Li Zitao smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Livermore, but I'm not interested in stocks."

Speaking of which, since the Great Depression, he rarely touched stocks, and the think tank only marked a few stocks that he was interested in.

Occasionally, I will operate some stocks that seem to have potential, and sell them in time if there is a slight profit, and never go deep.

Compared with the stock market, what he values ​​more is the development of the industry, as well as the war wealth of hundreds of billions of dollars in the future.

"Your Excellency, if I can make use of the data analysis of the think tank, I am sure to earn hundreds of millions of dollars in profits for you in the stock market. Our cooperation will be the most perfect."

Li Zitao understood that what the other party really valued was the sophisticated data analysis of the think tank, and he wanted to use these data to make profits.

"Sorry, I don't think I can help you." Li Zitao really didn't intend to touch the stock market.

A profit of hundreds of millions of dollars can be achieved by any industry under his name, which is really unattractive to him.

Not to mention anything else, it is Las Vegas. Counting the one year of construction and the remaining two years of tax holidays, it is estimated that it can create about $400 million for him.

100 million, this goal is too small, a bit despised.

"Your Excellency—" Livermore wanted to say something more, but he was very unwilling.

"Sorry, I'm going to start exercising." Li Zitao said as he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, stretched his hands and feet, and jogged forward.

Seeing Li Zitao's rude behavior, Livermore's expression darkened, and he stayed in place for a while before returning to the car by the side of the road.

"What did he say?" Seeing him coming back, the woman in the car asked.

"He refused." Livermore said unwillingly.

"I knew it would be like this." The woman had an expression that I had guessed earlier.

"It doesn't matter, I can still do it myself, just like before." Livermore said in a disdainful tone: "The Chinese are too timid. Even if the cake is delivered to his mouth, he still hesitates. I bet he doesn't understand the charm of stocks at all."

"But he's rich," the woman responded.

"I have it too, I have a billion dollars." Livermore shouted a little annoyed.

"Yes, only half of it is left now." The woman's words were still mean, as if she was deliberately against him.

"God, if you can make this woman shut up forever, I will always believe in you." Livermore said in his heart.

The poor marriage and family life exhausted him physically and mentally, and he had to allocate a lot of energy and time to deal with these every day, making it impossible for him to calm down and think.

Because of this, his operations in the stock market are becoming more and more eager for quick success.

Successive mistakes cost him nearly 500 million dollars, which is an astronomical figure no matter in that era.

That's why he wanted to rely on the sophisticated analysis and judgment of the think tank, but it was a pity that Li Zitao mercilessly rejected it.

"One day, you will regret it." Livermore clenched his fists and said secretly in his heart.

The wasp-like nagging of his wife came to his ears again, causing Livermore, who was still full of confidence just now, to hang his head and pray with a frustrated face: "God, who can make her shut up."