Chapter 955: Wine Enters the Heart of Sorrow

Smith and Danny sat across from each other.

The situation is much better now, but losing an arm and a leg is still much better than losing one's life. But going from a fatal crisis to a life-threatening situation is still hard to accept.

"I have raised 270 million in cash. I should be able to collect 500 million before a week comes." Smith's tone was still light. Half of the reason was that he could keep his composure, and the other half was The reason is probably helpless. After initially getting angry with Simmons, Smith no longer thought about how to get revenge. If he could keep the War Group, he would finally be able to make money. No matter what, he could still turn around.

It's just that the previous relationship has basically been severed. The previous military relationship should be useless, because Smith's military relationship is basically the same as Simmons. Now Simmons has taken action. , even if it didn't kill him, it would still be impossible to cooperate as before.

The cooperation with Eric probably ends here.

It's a big headache, but what you should consider now is how to save your life, rather than the state of survival after you survive. Danny thought for a long time, he hesitated, and finally sighed quietly.

"I have saved a lot of money over the years."

Danny finally made up his mind. He raised his head and said solemnly: "I can come up with 34 million US dollars, you can use it first."

Smith did not refuse. He was silent for a moment and whispered: "Okay, if I collect enough, I won't use it. I'll include your money first. It's safer this way."

It is also beneficial to Danny to keep the war going, so don't be polite at this time and just take it. But Smith felt sad.

Sighing softly, Smith raised his head, looked at Danny in confusion, and whispered: "Are we a failure?" "Huh? Uh, um."

Danny didn't say anything, he just waved his hand gently.

Smith continued: "I have struggled for thirty years, and the wealth I worked for with my life is gone. I invested at least 500 million in Simons, but what I got in exchange was..."

Smith wasn't choked up, but his throat was

It was like being stuffed with marshmallows. I could swallow it, but it felt so stuck that I couldn't speak.

Danny whispered: "To put it another way, you didn't invest a penny in Mad Dog. You just gave him a job opportunity, treated him to a meal, gave him two pistols, and then he saved you. If As an investment, isn’t this your best investment?”

This makes sense, because Smith really didn't help with anything. Of course, he didn't do anything and didn't pay anything. This is from Smith's perspective. When the identity gap was too great, he just pulled it lightly. , for Gao Guang, it is the noble support that changes the destiny.

Having said this, Smith felt even more like a failure.

"He was just a young boy at the time, that is, his marksmanship was good, but there were so many people with good marksmanship. How could he get ahead so quickly? In contrast."

It felt like a bone was lodged in his throat, and it was stuck. He couldn't spit it out or swallow it, which made Smith really speechless.

Danny felt deeper, and he whispered: "Yes, in just two years, he, he, he made more than a billion, and he even got into the core circle of power in the United States, and he could still save people easily. us."

Danny raised his head, looked at Smith, and said in a more confused voice: "Are we too stupid, or is he smart? I think you are a very successful boss, and I think I am a very successful manager, but why, why. "

I can't say complete words.

People are so infuriating. Faced with his savior, Smith really has no choice and no shame in belittling Gao Guang, but the question is, why does Gao Guang have him?

Why can he do so well?

It's not jealousy, it's not anger, it's just curiosity. Why is he so good and so talented? Why does he get ahead so quickly and do so well?

I can’t figure it out, I can’t understand it! Curiosity, discomfort, this is so uncomfortable!

We were speechless, no one could answer this question

There was no answer to the question, so after looking at each other for a while, Smith finally said: "Get a glass of wine and have a drink."

Danny stood up and whispered: "Don't drink too much. The mad dog will be back soon. You can't talk to him drunk. It's not polite."

Sighing, Danny went to get two glasses and half a bottle of whiskey, put the wine in front of Smith, opened the bottle cap, and poured two and a half glasses.

"It's full. Just have one drink. You won't get drunk." .??.

Danny filled a glass, thought for a moment, and filled his own glass.

Smith picked up the wine glass and couldn't wait to take a big sip. Then he slammed the wine glass on the table, took a breath, tugged on the collar of his clothes, and sighed: "You're right, I'm sorry for the mad dog." Investment is the most successful investment in this life. Not everyone has the chance to be resurrected. There is no doubt that Mad Dog brought me back to life. Thinking of this makes me feel a lot better.”

Without clinking glasses with Smith, Danny downed half the glass in one gulp, and then he also breathed a sigh of relief and said: "You're right, as long as the war is still going on, we can recover slowly and we won't lose 500 million! Even if we lose 10 billion, as long as the time is stretched long enough, it can also

live! "

Smith picked up the wine glass again and said seriously to Danny: "Here's to Mad Dog." "Here's to Mad Dog, thank you Mad Dog."

"Thanks Mad Dog."

The two drank down the wine in the glass, and then put the glass down heavily at the same time. I drank a little too fast and got drunk.

When you are drunk with alcohol, things that you usually think about but find it hard to say become easier to say.

Danny looked sideways at his boss and said, "Have you thought about how to repay Mad Dog?" "Of course you have."

"How to say?"

Smith was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Give him 50% of the War shares, and then apologize, Danny."

Danny nodded. He accepted Smith's apology, but after a moment of silence, he suddenly said: "I understand and accept it. Now, I can no longer look at the flames of war."

It's your property, let alone something I can inherit. But there's a question, boss, do you think half of Zhanhuo's shares are enough? "

Smith sighed softly.

Enough should be enough, but when it comes to saying enough, it doesn't seem to be enough.

It’s hard to say. It’s hard to define whether this is enough.

Danny continued to whisper: "Give him 60%, anything less is inappropriate."

Smith was silent again. After a long time, he finally whispered: "He probably won't want it. He's the kind of person who doesn't seem to accept it."

Danny said solemnly: "You have to give it to him even if you don't want it. If Mad Dog wants the shares, Zhanhuo Group can still exist. If Mad Dog doesn't want it, Zhanhuo Group can't keep it."

Drinking too fast was one factor, but more importantly, the wine was so intoxicating that it made her feel extremely intoxicated. If you raise your head suddenly, your head will feel dizzy.

Danny shook his head gently and continued: "We have completely broken up with Congressman Simmons, and our relationship with the military is gone. Our main business will drop by at least 50% to 70%. If the war becomes a mad dog, Then the business volume can at least be stable, and it may even increase. Our business volume in the Middle East may even increase dramatically, and we can win orders that we could not get hold of before. Therefore, we must give it to him, and Mad Dog must control it.”

Smith nodded slightly and whispered: "Let's have another drink." "Stop drinking. It's not good to be drunk."

"It's okay, let's have another half cup."

Danny poured another half of Smith's glass. After thinking about it, he poured half a glass of wine for himself. Seeing that there wasn't much left in the bottle, he simply poured it all into his own glass.

Smith picked up the wine glass, and before drinking the wine, he whispered: "You say it or I say it."

Danny put down the bottle, picked up the glass, thought for a moment, and said, "It's not appropriate for me to mention it. You tell me and I'll advise you."

Smith held out his wine glass, waited for Danny's wine glass to touch him, and then whispered: "Looking on the bright side, at least half of it is left."

Danny smiled bitterly and said, "Yeah, at least there's some left, cheers."