Yamira got a reply soon.

Negotiations officially started.

The US dollar is a gold standard currency.

So American banks have reserved a lot of gold.

The value of gold is not only reflected in the more than 40 dollars a gram on the market.

When gold reaches a certain level, it can control and control the level of currency.

This is especially true for top banks like Citibank.

Three hundred tons of gold are not just a matter of more than one billion US dollars.

The value it can create is far more than that.

If it were replaced by other living creatures of equal value, Citibank might not even pay attention to it.

But gold is different, especially three hundred tons of gold.

It can even leverage the ups and downs of the US dollar by a hundred times.

Citibank can even gain benefits several times the value of gold itself through this method of controlling currency.

So the initiative in this negotiation is actually in Chen Zhao's hands.

Although Chen Zhao also wants to sell gold.

But the other party didn't know Chen Zhao's bottom line.

Of course, this kind of negotiation involving tens of billions of dollars cannot be decided in just a few words.

What's more, even banks cannot directly take out tens of billions of dollars.

They also need to raise cash and even mobilize reserve savings.

All negotiations for this transaction have been handed over to Yalix.

Chen Zhao just needs to sign the final signature.

Andrews has asked Chen Zhao more frequently in the past two days.

After all, he is Chen Zhao's financial manager, which means he can mobilize more funds.

...

"Ms. Zhang, is it convenient for calls now?"

“Uh…convenient.”

In fact, the studio is now having a meeting and is conducting a creative conference.

But Chen Zhao was their financial backer. Before their works created economic benefits, Chen Zhao was their parents of food and clothing.

So even if it is inconvenient, it must be convenient.

"In view of your efforts, I plan to give you a bonus." Chen Zhao said.

"Uh...Boss, we have only worked for you for less than a week."

"Although it's only one week, I'm still happy, so I still have to pay a bonus."

Zhang Ting is really going crazy. From the beginning, she thought the boss was in a bad mind.

Now, she is more sure of her thoughts.

Whose boss gives bonuses when he is free?

Your Industrial and Commercial Bank of China 6222xxxx...received two million rmb.

"Boss, how much do you plan to send?"

"Didn't you receive two million?"

"Ah? Fully sent?"

"Yes, is there any problem?"

"There are only fifteen people in our studio now."

"As a studio manager, your efforts are worthy of recognition, so you get 500,000 and other employees get 100,000."

"The boss...there are two more people, the cleaning aunt and the doorman..."

"What's wrong with the cleaning aunt and the doorman? Are they not human? Are they not employees of our studio? They are all sent."

"..." Zhang Ting was speechless: "Boss, tell me the truth, are you too much money?"

"Yes." Chen Zhao replied calmly: "I have made another fortune recently."

"Boss, you are not doing any illegal business... you need... to wash your studio... you don't have to?"

"What do you think? I just want to show my care for employees. If you don't want to ask for bonuses, it's okay. What are you saying so ugly?"

"Okay... Boss, I was wrong."

"I plan to invite you to come to Los Angeles for a week, including food, clothing, housing and transportation."

"Boss, the studio is now reorganizing, there are still many jobs, and it is still recruiting new employees..."

"No hurry, you can put these things aside first. What you need is a good attitude. If you have the same mentality as in the past, how can you create a good work? So come here to relax."

"Boss, can you not go?"

"No." Chen Zhao said firmly.

"What about the new employee?"

"It also brings you, not that much money."

Zhang Ting should have expected Chen Zhao to answer like this.

What can she say? Since Chen Zhao took over the studio, he has basically never done serious business.

Chen Zhao looked like a boy with money.

I tried different ways to give them money.

Logically speaking, this is a good thing.

But Zhang Ting was worried.

After all, she did nothing and accepted Chen Zhao's "bonus" all day long.

"Boss...when are you planning on us to go out?"

"The faster the better, I'll help you open a hotel."

"What are you doing in such a hurry?"

“Because I’m passionate.”

Zhang Ting really wants to swear.

Give up your sister's enthusiasm.

...

Three days later—

Zhang Ting and the studio employees walked out of the exit with different expressions.

She is finally going to meet the legendary nouveau riche boss.

Most of the staff in the studio have never gone abroad in their lives.

This time, not only new employees, but also cleaning aunts and doormen came.

Originally, Zhang Ting thought that they might not have a passport.

As a result, Zhang Ting found that her worries were completely redundant.

"Hey, here, here." Zhang Ting had already seen Chen Zhao wave at the pick-up port from afar.

Chen Zhao was also surrounded by a foreign woman.

"Hello, boss." Zhang Ting came over and greeted: "Who is this?"

"Carry your luggage." Chen Zhao said casually: "Let's go, I'll arrange a special car for you, and go to the hotel to settle first."

Chen Zhao took Zhang Ting and his group directly to the hotels of Dell and Risfal.

He has booked more than a dozen premium rooms here.

When Zhang Ting and others arrived at the hotel's door, they were frightened by the luxury of the hotel.

"Boss...how much does this hotel cost in one night?"

“I am friends with the hotel owner and I have discounts.”

Chen Zhao said as he walked to the front desk and helped Zhang Ting and others complete the check-in procedures.

Zhang Ting always felt that Chen Zhao was not only a nouveau riche, but also a person who was crazy, thinking about it one after another.
To be continued...