My Trillion-Dollar Assets is Exposed by My Wife's Bragging! Chapter 80 – Chapter 80: 80: Reaping the Bitter Fruits of One's Own Actions

Chapter 80: 80: Reaping the Bitter Fruits of One's Own Actions

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The System had truly taken good care of him. All he had today was due to the System, and he had nothing to be unsatisfied with.

Yigol Novak took out his phone, using the memory the System had just given him, he dialed a number and made a call.

“Mr. Novak, hello, is there anything you need?” on the other end of the phone, a man asked in a respectful manner.

According to the memory provided by the System, the Missing Group, which specializes in snacks, held a strong position in the market.

The current business system is a pyramid type, layered downwards. Middlemen make profit from price differences. An item that costs a few bucks ends up costing dozens or hundreds in the customers' hands.

This Missing Group had almost monopolized about 70 to 80% of the entire snack market.

The reason it hadn't monopolized the entire market was due to the existence of small individual vendors and companies.

Despite their strong power, they needed to show some humanity and not completely cut off the livelihood of others.

Bob Presley's family operated a chain of large supermarkets, they were physical entities, and their development was considered rather decent, collaborating with several good snack suppliers.

As long as they chose a good location and operated well, any business involved wouldn't easily encounter problems.

They looked like they were wealthy, but in fact, their money was congested in their goods. They had to buy more goods after making money, and once they bought the goods, the money was tied up again. It was a cycle that never ended.

Maintaining a daily glamorous lifestyle, however, was not an issue.

If everyone in his family was united, it would be easy for this industry to make money. Unfortunately, they had a child like Bob Presley, who certainly caused his parents a lot of grief in normal times.

A father's failure to discipline his son is indeed a father's fault, now that Bob Presley is not behaving appropriately, he can't blame others.

If he wanted to deal with the Presley family, it was easy to know how to start. They just needed to find a way to interrupt the supply of goods for the other party. If they can delay it for about ten days or half a month, the Presley family would be in big trouble.

Banks are very keen sensation places. As soon as someone's business has a slight issue, they would instantly rush to collect debts.

Many businesses nowadays are not funded by their own money, they all owe the bank.

At that time, a series of such problems would indeed make the Presley family completely flustered.

The person Yigol Novak was calling now was the CEO of the Missing Group.

Yigol Novak said: “There is a business cooperation with a Yikea Supermarket. Do something to them and make sure they have nothing within a week.” “Mr. Novak, how…” the CEO seemed to be a bit embarrassed.

“Hmm? Does this supermarket have anything to do with you?” Yigol Novak asked.

“No, Mr. Novak, we have always had a good cooperation with this supermarket.

If we suddenly trip them up, wouldn't that be a little…”

Clearly, the person on the other end didn't have the nerve to say anything unpleasant to Yigol Novak, but Yigol Novak had already figured out what he was implying.

“So, my words don't matter? Do my decisions still need to be approved by any of you?” Yigol Novak asked in a calm tone.

“No, Mr. Novak, I'll go arrange it right away.” The other party immediately responded.

Yigol Novak was the largest shareholder of the company. His shares alone were several times more than the combined shares of all other shareholders. Naturally, there was no need for any other person's consent for what Yigol Novak says.

“Arrange it immediately.” Yigol Novak said.

“Yes, Mr. Novak.”

After ending the call, Yigol Novak was too lazy to manage other matters. What the CEO had just said probably meant he was being disrespectful.

Respectful or not, this is an era of survival of the fittest. If Bob Presley hadn't constantly been causing trouble, he wouldn't have done such a thing to the Presley family.

If Yigol Novak had the ability to deal with them, why not?

Should he let Bob Presley go and allow him to disgust him from time to time, continuously pestering Suri Drew?

If Bob Presley had been respectful, this situation would not have escalated to this point.

Everyone in the business world should understand that the marketplace is a battlefield, and they and their families need to be more cautious about their actions.

If the Presley family had taken the time to educate their child, they wouldn't have let Bob Presley develop this unreasonable personality.

The Presley family was just reaping what they sowed.

The time to meet with Earl's designer to discuss the details of the design had finally arrived.

These last few days, he hadn't had any contact with Earl's people and hadn't been concerned about their lives.

Anyway, he had already paid the fee. Whether these people wanted to enjoy themselves or do something else, he couldn't control it.

The least Yigol Novak liked to do was to meddle in other's businesses. He had done what he was supposed to do. As a person of Fieston Country, he had treated his guests politely. As for the rest, he didn't want to ask too much.

He had borrowed a small conference room in the hotel. Yigol Novak and Suri Drew came to the hotel and had some talks with Earl's people.

The atmosphere had been quite good all along. Suri Drew and Yigol Novak made their requests and the designer also communicated their ideas to them. An assistant took notes of the requirements put forward by Yigol Novak and Suri Drew.

Not only did they make records, but they also brought all kinds of measuring instruments.

This looked like they really respected the customer's opinions, but in Yigol Novak's opinion, it really didn't help much.

Initially, the atmosphere had really been good. But suddenly, Yigol Novak heard one of the young assistants mutter a complaint in a foreign language: “All these requests are beyond ordinary, he really thinks he's something just because he can afford to customize a watch?”

Yigol Novak's brow furrowed instantly.

The complaint was spoken very softly, and in their native dialect, which wasn't an international language.

But Yigol Novak just happened to understand what they were talking about.

Young people sometimes show dissatisfaction toward their work and like to sneak in all sorts of unfriendly complaints. Although Yigol Novak understood what had been said, he didn't say anything about it.

Yigol Novak and Suri Drew continued communicating with the designer. As for this watch, the reason Yigol Novak said he didn't care about the money was that he intended to give it to Suri Drew as a token of his affection.

Something that could be kept for a lifetime. That's why every detail had to be as perfect as possible, only then would it be worth keeping.

Yigol Novak really took to heart anything of commemorative significance.

If it was just a casual luxury purchase, he wouldn't be so insistent.

The thought in Suri Drew's heart was the same. This was the first official gift from Yigol Novak to her. She wanted to be with Yigol Novak for a lifetime, so this was something she wanted to keep for a lifetime. She also wanted to strive for perfection as much as possible.

So, there were many questions and many requests.

After a while, the young man who had earlier complained started again: “These demands really seem endless. He's just a pauper from Fieston Country, does he think he's some kind of millionaire? When the price is mentioned later on, he's likely to change all kinds of materials and designs. These are the kinds of people I find most annoying. They have no self-knowledge at all, and they make so many demands.. The people our company has sent are professional designers, alright?”

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