1358 Chapter 1359: Bidding

After the meeting, the distinguished guests scattered in various rooms of the Imperial Assembly Hall to have lunch

Viscount Peart also specially invited the best chef in Catrons to serve the spoon. Unfortunately, the guests at this meeting didn't have time to eat, so they hurriedly took a couple of bites and gathered in groups to find a place where there was no one to discuss it.

In the largest reception room on the third floor, the Grand Duke of Titans, the Marquis of Dean Luke, and the son of Marquis Xiao Jie, the person in charge of the Wheel of Angels, gathered together with their business agents.

Because of their parents, the three sons played well every day, and now they add up the bids for later.

"Both, how much will we pay later?" West, the youngest son of Marquis Dean Luke, asked the two.

"Let's be taller!" said Gamitov, the eldest son of the Grand Duke of Titans.

"How high should it be?" asked Sinok, the second son of Marquis Xiaojie.

"Two hundred dollars, give him ten times the increase, it's no problem, right?" Gamitov said.

"Well, almost." West nodded.

"Yes." Sinok also nodded in agreement: "It sounds good, even if it can produce so much coal, it is impossible for the imperial capital to digest all of it, and the cowhide is a bit big."

"That's right, they are bound to lose money this year, and it's hard to say what will happen next year. Most people will only pay two hundred dollars." West slapped his thigh and said, "Let's pay ten times the price." God, it must be fine."

"Almost, the final deal was one hundred dollars."

"Okay, it's settled!" Gamitov put down the goblet in his hand, stood up and said, "We all pay two hundred dong, and no one is allowed to change it."

"Who becomes the guelhu dog of Lake Victoria!"

"good!"

"Ok, deal."

After the three of them negotiated, they took people back to their respective rooms for a lunch break, which was actually a small meeting.

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Gamitov returned to his room, sat on the sofa with his buttocks, and couldn't wait to ask the old housekeeper of the family: "Uncle Soldering, can we just pay two hundred dollars?"

"It's safe to say at least two hundred and fifty dollars." Soldering gritted his teeth depressedly.

"Ah, so many?" Gamitov was startled.

"Master Linda said it nicely, but this 'open bidding' is actually very insidious. I suspect that Master Linda is not a magister, but a senior commercial agent who has been in business for decades."

Soldering sighed and explained to the young master:

"This kind of bottomless bidding is the worst. Even if everyone joins hands to get a low price, as long as Master Linda arranges an entrustment to ensure that the price is in his mind, others can only honestly buy at that price. . "

After hearing this, Gamitov was silent for a while, and before arriving, he got his father's instructions, and this trip was entirely under Soldering's command. What he said in the reception room just now was just a parrot.

"Then what price do we need to offer?"

Soldering sighed helplessly: "The old slave just counted. Today there are more than 400 locals and a hundred from other places. There are only 50,000 shares available for sale. On average, each family can buy one Hundred shares, this kind of profitable business, will anyone be equal to you?"

"That's right." Gamitov sat upright and said, "I think there are quite a few people who bring hundreds of thousands of dollars, which is almost like playing."

"That's exactly the reason." Soldering nodded and said, "Only the person with the highest bid can buy the stock. Young master, tell me, how should you bid?"

"As long as you can bear it, you will definitely get the highest price." Gamitov understood, gasped and said, "Master Linda is really bad, forcing everyone to pay the highest price."

"Yes, Master Linda is not only good at magic research, but also very good at business. Otherwise, he would not be able to turn an investment of hundreds of thousands of dollars into a big business of tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions."

Although Solderin was angry, he still admired Linda in his heart.

I just feel that the other party's business methods are unprecedented in my life.

"Fortunately, the imperial family's production of kerosene and gas has greatly increased, and everyone still has some concerns. If we offer two hundred and fifty dollars, it should be no problem."

Two hundred and fifty dollars was the greatest authorization given to him by the Grand Duke of Titans.

"Even if the price is finally sold at this price, we will still make a profit."

In the reception room arranged by Viscount Peart, Linda was about to meditate and relax.

Viscount Peart, who had reacted, licked his face and asked, "Master Linda, is 50,000 shares too little, or should I take some out?"

After all, the recent acquisitions of waste coal kilns were all bought with real money. If it weren't for the support of the cash cow of honeycomb coal, he would have gone bankrupt a long time ago, and he is now continuing to replenish cash.

Linda glanced at him, and said nonchalantly, "If you're not afraid of a big price increase, just sell it!"

Viscount Peart cheered up immediately.

Linda said unhurriedly: "As the business of Imperial Kerosene and Gas Group Co., Ltd. gets better and better, the stock price will only get higher and higher. This time I took out 50,000 shares just to test the waters. , the price of the next free trade will be higher.”

Viscount Peart thought about it.

"I see."

"Grand Magister William asked someone to send you a letter."

Linda took the letter, opened it, glanced at it, and smiled coldly.

"Fortunately, he is still a great magister, with this kind of tolerance and ability."

The letter from Magister William reminded Linda of the competition, and at the same time showed off his latest achievements, ironically that Linda would never win against him.

This is already the third letter from Grand Magister William, and it was only after Viscount Peart dared to talk about serious things that he took out the letter.

Nine times out of ten it's that annoying content again.

Viscount Peart asked cautiously: "Master Linda, where is the competition?"

"Don't worry, I will arrange it."

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The bidding in the afternoon was still held in the big dance hall, and each family put the written envelopes into the wooden box one by one.

After the bidding ended, Mondeo, Fox, and Viscount Peart started counting on the spot.

Mondeo and Fox opened the envelope.

In front of all the distinguished guests, they opened more than 600 envelopes and took out the quotations inside.

Then glue each quotation to a small rectangular wooden sign and hang the small wooden sign on the original shelf.

Every time Mondeo glued a piece, Fox handed it to Viscount Peart, and Viscount Peart glued it on the whiteboard in turn according to the price quoted.

The whole process was extremely quiet, and the VIPs were out of breath, nervously watching the ever-increasing amounts on the whiteboard.

The number on the top block was constantly updated, and there was an outrageous offer to buy 3,000 shares at a price of 500 yuan per share.

Although there is only a serial number on the wooden sign and no name, it is enough to make everyone guess, which rich man is going to eat so much at once?