Chapter 695 Ditch (one more chapter today)

   Brits love to carry them. In the words of the old capital, that is, you can't drop the price, and you can't lose your share.

  The inherent arrogance and the sense of superiority engraved in their bones made them pay a huge price this time-the Tesla roadshow address was arranged to start at the Claridge Hotel, and the three surrounding streets were severely congested every day.

   There have been more than 300 well-known investors, not including small investment institutions and individual investors.

   Residents in the Mayfair area of ​​London have apparently never seen such a scene, with luxury hotels overcrowded and under five-star hotels empty.

   Now it is not a question of whether Tesla can raise money, but whether these investors are qualified to participate. If they cannot even live in luxury hotels, they are obviously not the investors Tesla needs.

  So the rents of the surrounding mansions and castles began to skyrocket.

   Zhao Song knows that now is an era of money and money.

  No matter how popular Tesla is, it can’t compare to Ali from another world. That is an era when money is not used properly.

   However, Zhao Song was still shocked by the lively scene in front of him.

  …………

  London, Knightsbridge area, Lansbury Hotel.

  In the most expensive suite, Zhao Song stood in front of the window and looked out of the window in shock:

   "Why are these people standing in front of the hotel instead of going to Buckingham Palace and Hyde Park?"

   Beside him was Nancy who came to visit, and said with a smile:

   "Maybe they're waiting for the room to be vacant?"

   "Because of Tesla?"

   "Because of Tesla." As a representative of Tesla's board of directors, Nancy is also honored.

   "How many invitation letters have we sent?" This is adjusted by the affairs team at any time according to the situation, and Zhao Song is still not aware of it.

   "Just confirmed 800 last night."

  "..." Zhao Song was a little dazed, Tesla is so much worse than Ali 10 years later?

   "Why so many?"

  Nancy said dissatisfiedly: "Nicholas, because you sold all Tesla's interests in the island country, so we need to deeply cultivate the European market, and of course we are eager for more investors!"

Zhao Song looked away from the window, turned to look at Nancy, and said with a smile: "Nancy, it's really unpredictable, we've changed from friends to enemies, and now from enemies to friends, you can actually serve Tesla wholeheartedly. Considered."

Nancy's age can be Zhao Song's mother, and she made fun of him no matter how big or small, Nancy resisted her good temper: "Whether we are friends depends on whether you can fulfill your promise to me, now, obviously It is in everyone’s common interest for Tesla to go public successfully.”

   "Okay," Zhao Song said helplessly, "Tell me what I need to do?"

   "What are you doing? Of course, you are the one attending the banquet with all your energy!

  Because we can't just ask investors to find us, we also need to choose investors, and that Oliver is the best candidate. "

   "Oliver?" Zhao Song was confused, "Who is it?"

   "The big man behind the scenes of the British recording industry."

  “Big BOSS?”

   "No, but he knows many big bosses and is also a nobleman. He also wants to accompany his daughter to this Queen Charlotte Ball."

   "Did you arrange all my pre-listing schedules for me?" Zhao Song asked dissatisfiedly.

"When the other party's ability, status, and resources are not worthy of what you have achieved today, what you do is nothing more than ineffective social networking!" Nancy also reminded dissatisfiedly, "Nicholas, when you went down the road of entrepreneurial personal image management , it means that Tesla and your personal brand image are inseparable, if you are still willful during the period before Tesla goes public, it is irresponsible to Tesla!"

   "OK, OK~" Zhao Song raised his hand and surrendered, muttering, "My personal image is related to the interests of everyone at Tesla, but what's the matter with you who I am looking for a woman with TM?"

"Because that's part of your personal image," Nancy said coldly, pointing her head to her eyes, "Tesla's people will stare at her, but if the activities that follow don't give her the spirit, emotion, If work and life bring any joy and progress, Tesla will stop tilting her resources in time and stop the loss!"

   "..." Zhao Song had a gloomy face and didn't say a word.

Nancy slowed down and persuaded softly: "If there is another way, every Tesla shareholder and employee is willing to do these things for you, but investors will not agree, their eyes will only focus on you body and see if you can deliver the expected return on their investment!"

"Don't worry, I won't hold back," Zhao Song quickly calmed down, "I just hate those 'nobles' who are proud, arrogant, and full of superiority, Nancy, what's the age, why is bloodline theory still there? Prevalent in Europe?"

   "Because that's the rule that runs here."

   "Rules?!!" Zhao Song sneered, "This rule can't be played in a flower grower, and there are more than a few generations above, at least 500 million royal relatives!"

  Nancy shrugged: "It doesn't work in America either."

   "Come on, don't think I don't know the blue-blooded nobles," Zhao Song replied disdainfully, "The Jews who are rumored to control the world are all limited by you guys to limit the number of Ivy League students!"

  Nancy didn't care and shrugged: "The reality is that Jewish college students never take that limit every year!"

   "But no one can deny its existence," Zhao Song said in a low voice when he saw that the stylist team had entered the room, "Free America, huh!~ There are so-called nobility designation rules behind the scenes."

  Nancy knew what Zhao Song was in her bones, she spread her hands and did not refute his words.

   Zhao Songdun was bored, and when he saw outsiders come in, he simply changed the topic:

   "I heard that the old lady's grandpa's grandmother is a legendary European grandmother."

  Nancy laughed: "Yes, and her husband's grandmother's grandmother was also a legendary European grandmother."

  "..." Zhao Song tilted his head and gave up his plan to draw a family tree for the royal family with a map, and muttered in a low voice:

   "A group of inbred hybrids, talking about bloodline with us Chinese?

  I bah~! ! ~~"

  …………

next door.

   Xiaoyu is sitting honestly, letting the stylist toss her head.

  The double ponytails are gone, and the hair has been pulled up. The big smiling eyes are a little more charming after the eyeshadow on the picture. A few years of delicious food has also made her figure begin to take shape, giving stylists a lot of leeway to make her more in line with Western aesthetics.

   "Bai Li!~" Xiaoyu saw the woman walking by through the mirror, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Why did you go earlier."

  Bai Li raised her eyebrows and glared back: "Wei Mingyu, I'm older than you anyway, please be polite."

   Xiaoyu: "You're welcome, if you came out earlier, it would take my mother two years to suffer this crime?"

  There are men and there are no men, women are always two types. Especially when they are tearing up.

  Bai Li: "What came out? Your brother invited me here."

   Xiaoyu: "If you really don't mean that, you should be like those Shabby girls, please don't come!"

  Bai Li: "..."

   She couldn't scold Wei Mingyu who grew up in the den of villains, so she took advantage of the good time when Xiaoyu couldn't move, and pinched her in the waist.

   "Bai Li, you wait for the old lady~ Don't forget that you are a guest, and the old lady has the opportunity to make you embarrassed."

  Bai Li said disdainfully, "Do you know what kind of dance party it is? All our actions must follow a rigorous process, so that I can make a fool of yourself? Try it! Let's see how your brother handles you."

   Xiaoyu was angry: "Don't mention my brother!"

   "Okay, don't mention it." Bai Li smiled and looked at Xiao Yu's slightly flat chest through the mirror, "Oh, make me look ugly?"

   After taunting, she sat next to Xiaoyu, trying her best to be a non-existent stylist and hurried forward to toss.

   "Bai Li, what do you mean?"

   "I mean: it's not necessarily who will make a fool of yourself."

   "Why?"

   "Because the old lady has a ditch!"

   (end of this chapter)