"Mr. Barra, you are not the one who treats guests like this. You should be a gentleman. Well, I'm not asking you for anything else, I just want to acquire Lightning Company. Don't be busy with this assessment. This is a check. I'll bring someone to accept it tomorrow. How about it?" Chaplin took out a check from his pocket and put it on the table.

Bala and the other directors took it over and looked at it, and everyone's faces showed an unfair look.

"Mr. Chaplin, you're kidding. You want to buy Lightning for 3.8 million?! Don't forget, we offer a price of 4 million, not a single piece of money." Barra returned the check to Chaplin without saying a word.

Chaplin did not take it, but shook his shoulders and laughed: "Mr. Barra, stop kidding, 4 million, Americans are crazy about money? To be honest, Lightning Company is just a mess at the moment. The whole Hollywood has the strength and temperament to buy you. We, United States, you should accept this check. You should know that if you hire more one day, you will have to pay the employee’s salary one day, and those equipment also require maintenance fees."

Chaplin's words made Barra and the directors so angry that they wanted to come over and give him two old punches, but considering whether the company could take action smoothly, they still endured it.

"Mr. Chaplin, we all know whether Lightning Company is worth the price. If you can give 4 million, we will sign a contract with you. If you can't get it, please leave." Barra pointed to the door and made a gesture of inviting you.

Chaplin smiled and tore the check, filled in another one, and handed it to Bala.

Bala took it and glanced at Chaplin's eyes blew fire.

"Mr. Chaplin, are you here to make trouble today?!" Barra shouted.

Chaplin pulled a chair and sat down, shrugging.

"3.7 million!? Mr. Chaplin, how can you talk about business like you?" The other directors were also indignant.

Chaplin pointed to Barra and others and said, "I said you don't sell it for 3.8 million, so that's 3.7 million. Everyone, I have to reiterate that Hollywood is interested in your company and has the strength to buy it. Only we, Lianmei, have to think it through clearly, otherwise you will suffer losses if you lower the price again."

Hahaha, Van Punk laughed from behind.

Seeing the two of them being extremely arrogant, I winked at Bala. Bala came over and I whispered: "Bala, I feel that Chaplin seems to have done some tricks. I guess he has settled all other companies that are willing to acquire Lightning. Now they are determined to win. You have to be careful and be cautious."

After hearing what I said, Bala was slightly stunned: "This guy is so despicable."

"Mr. Barra, why, you are the chairman of a company, do you still need to listen to other people's opinions?" Chaplin looked at me, with a little more proud look in his eyes.

"Chaplin, you're obviously blackmailing!" Barra could no longer bear it and roared with her fists clenched.

"I'm just blackmailing, how about it?" Chaplin stood up and walked straight to Bala. He was not Balagao, but he was aggressive.

"To be honest, you have to sell it for 3.7 million, and you have to sell it even if you don't sell it! Don't expect someone to offer this price! Mr. Corleon wants it, but he doesn't have that much money!" Chaplin suddenly pulled me down.

I was stunned. How did this kid know that I don’t have that much money?! Has he investigated me?!

However, it is like Chaplin's style to understand the situation of his opponent. In 1924, Thomas Ins died inexplicably on the yacht of Hearst. Although Chaplin had a part, he was still able to escape afterwards. The big reason was that he had made detailed plans in advance.

"Mr. Chaplin, you guys are talking about business, don't get me involved." I'm not afraid of Chaplin, and his tone was cold and he was very disdainful.

"Bara, do you know why Lightning went bankrupt in your hands?" Chaplin suddenly changed the subject.

"Why?!"

Chaplin approached Bala, who was one head taller, and said word by word: "It's because you don't make people laugh!"

"You!" Gans pointed at Chaplin, his face turned into a pig's liver.

"Don't worry, after Lightning Company arrives at United States, I will definitely make it grow into one of the top major companies in Hollywood. 3.7 million is already very good. Don't let me sign another check." Chaplin patted Barra on the shoulder, and his charming and iconic humble smile appeared on his face.

This smile is the smile of the kind and enthusiastic homeless man Charlo in "Gold Rush", and the smile of the poor lower-level worker in "Modern Times". I am very familiar with this smile. I originally liked it so much, but now I can only feel chills all over.

I suddenly realized that I had always equated the kind and optimistic and kind character on the screen with a mustache and an umbrella with a real Chaplin.

And the fact is, Chaplin is Chaplin and Charo is Charo.

"Chaplin, you're too bullying!" Bala was almost collapsed. He reached out to grab Chaplin's clothes and picked up Chaplin.

"Mr. Barra, I can sue you for this. As a well-known company director in Hollywood, you cannot treat a British friend like this." Chaplin was very calm.

Bala glared at him for a while and had to put him down.

"How is it, Mr. Barra, let's sign the contract?" Chaplin took out his gold pen from his pocket.

"Mr. Chaplin, I'm sorry, our company will not sign this contract with you." Barra suddenly raised her head and smiled at Chaplin.

Chaplin was confused by him, and I was also confused.

Just kidding, although Chaplin is arrogant, he is telling the truth. After his private operation, no one except Lianmei would acquire Lightning. Barra refused so much, which made him feel very happy in the face, but he was the one who suffered the loss in the end.

"Mr. Bala, are you confused?" Chaplin didn't believe that Bala would be so stupid that he threw away the company for nothing and didn't sell it.

Bala suddenly changed into a confident smile. This honest man who has always been submissive and humble, suddenly the small universe exploded.

"Mr. Corleon, how much can DreamWorks cost now?" Barra turned around and shouted at me.

"3 million." I replied.

This kid seems to be really confused. He won’t want to sell me the lightning for 3 million, right?! This is a loss of 700,000!

"Mr. Bala, don't be able to get along with the money." Chaplin had to remind Bala.

Bala laughed and said to me: "Mr. Corleon, don't need so much, just take out 2.9 million!"

No! Chaplin and I grew our mouth into a huge "o" shape at the same time!

2.9 million!?I heard it right?!

"Mr. Corleon, I have 800,000 shares in this company. Now, I lend you this 800,000. You only need to take out 2.9 million, and this company will be yours!" Barra looked at Chaplin, and after the revenge, he felt a sense of pleasure.

"You!" It was Chaplin's turn to be blue in his face. He never thought that Barra would have such a trick.

"Mr. Chaplin, we are going to sign a contract with Mr. Corleon now. If you have nothing else, please leave." Barra put her face close to Chaplin and said in a deep voice: "This is a private place. If you don't leave, I will sue you. Although you are a British friend, I think the last protection of American law will be Americans."

"You! OK! Mr. Barra, Mr. Corleon, we will have a date later!" Chaplin gave me a fierce look and left angrily with Van Punk.

Damn! Bala voluntarily sells the company to me, what's up with me?!

Looking at Chaplin's eyes, I felt an indescribable sense of injustice.

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(I found out that there were New Year's blessings, haha, but Xiao Zhang didn't receive a few. He was crying. The New Year is here. I wish all readers, brother ZDZD, and others, and old editors, a happy New Year! Don't forget to spend more tickets in the new year!)
Chapter completed!