Super Spender Chapter 81 – Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Is my attitude clear enough?

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Is my attitude clear enough?

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Chapter 81: Is My Attitude Clear Enough?

“Now, is my attitude clear enough?” When this car was also wrecked, Finn Lewis turned around with a cold smile and spoke.

The middle-aged man had no idea what to say. Just like Finn had said, was his attitude clear enough? It was bloody obvious! Nothing could be more obvious. Clearly, my money is not lacking, but I intentionally want to make a fuss. So, do you quiet things down or do you want to stir the pot?

“What do you want?” The middle-aged man looked at Finn and asked gloomily.

“Manager Parker, how much do these cars cost?” Finn turned back to ask the manager directly.

“Huh? Each of the three top-equipped Flying Horse S600 costs 2.8 million, and the sports cars behind range from 4 to 8 million each. The total is 43-7 million.” Manager Parker quickly replied.

“Hmm.” Finn nodded, then turned to the middle-aged man and said, “Write a check for 43-7 million. I will buy all these cars, and this matter will be settled.”

“Sir, isn't that too much? My Flying Horse is also worth more than 3 million. You wrecked it, I won't press on it, and that sports car you smashed later, I'm willing to buy it. Can we soothe things down?” The middle-aged man's face turned very ugly.

“Hehe.” Finn chuckled lightly, then did not speak. He took out his phone and dialed Zero's number: “Zero, help me acquire a listed company in Pearl Island City named Flower Estate. In two hours, I want to see the company's stock worthless. Can you do it? Tell me about the other issues later.”

By adding this sentence at the end, Finn was merely telling Zero to get this job done first. As for the remaining issues, he would consider how to compensate later. When Finn's voice fell, cold sweat dripped from the man's face; he never expected that Finn knew not only his background but also his company in such a short time.

Flower Estate is a listed company and also his company. Although the company's market value is about 7 billion Hong Kong dollars, that is because of the market value on the stock market. The real estate company is not doing well these years. They have more than 40% of their stocks floating on the stock market, and he only has less than 30% of the shares left in his hands. The rest is with the other partners. But if someone deliberately dumps the stock, especially in the Hong Kong stock market without the drop stop system like in mainland China, it could instantly turn his shares into waste paper.

If the other party enters the market at a low price then, the entire company would probably become the other's as they would have no ability to stop it. The comoanv's cash flow is not sufficient; it is simplv impossible to Drop such a big market.

In less than five minutes, the middle-aged man's phone rang suddenly. When he saw it, his face became more ugly. Because on the other side was his partner, “Hey, Mr. Miller, it's me.”

“Mr. Clark, have you offended someone? Someone just called me and wanted to buy the shares in my hands at a 100% premium. He told me that if I didn't sell, my shares would be less worth than waste paper in a while. You better deal with it! I can't resist. If I don't sell, they will smash the stocks of my other company. They have also shown their power. The Pearl Island City branch of Red Flower Bank also called me and said that someone has prepared 10 billion federal coins to target our company.” An anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Mr. Miller, don't worry, don't sell it yet! I will resolve this matter immediately, immediately.” Hearing this, the middle-aged man lost all his mood. Casually taking out 10 billion federal coins to smash their two companies, it won't even take half a day, and their stocks would indeed become waste paper!

He quickly hung up the phone, and the middle-aged man said immediately:

“Sir, I will sign the cheque.”

“It's 80 million now.” Finn chuckled.

“I will sign!” This time the middle-aged man didn't even hesitate, pulling out his checkbook without a word and quickly signed an 80 million check, then handed it to Finn.

Finn took the check and threw it to Manager Parker, “The money will be transferred to your account. Apart from the cost of these cars, the rest of the money will be according to the standard of that Flying Horse sports car, buy as many as you can for me. You know where I live, for formalities and all, contact Miss Fishy Wells. She is my full-time assistant, got it?”

“Understood, understood.” He quickly recognized the check in his hand. It was a Flame Nation Bank check, which could be cashed at any time. This made the manager increasingly sure that the man in front of him was a real tycoon! Not just a tycoon, but a Prodigal! His face was almost blooming with joy, damn, this kind of customer is really good, right?

“Good. No.l! Smash all the cars here, and after that, throw them in the junkyard!” Finn's mouth curled slightly, then pointed to the remaining five Flying Horse sports cars and three top-equipped S600s. “Oh, and leave a car for

Mr. Clark. I never bully people.”

“Ah…” Finn's words made the manager and those around him who heard it exclaim. The manager almost cried out: “Sir, you're still wrecking? They have surrendered, these cars are yours now, why are you still smashing?”

Ann was about to say something when Julia Parker, standing next to her, quickly reached out and pulled her. Picking at Finn at this time is tantamount to seeking death, right?

Although Finn had given these henchmen a number 1, they undoubtedly understood that they would execute Finn's words without discount. The twenty people immediately split into several groups, a few for each car, and in an instant, all the cars were visited by iron bars. The middle-aged man's face had become extremely ugly. While feeling ugly, he was somewhat relieved. Damn, reasoning with such Prodigals was absurd.

Although he lost 80 million, at least he resolved the matter. Otherwise, if the company goes bankrupt, the loss would be, not just 80 million, but at least several billion.

Everyone was startled. They stared blankly as a pile of shiny, valuable sports cars worth more than 40 million turned into a pile of scrap iron. Ordinary people would usually cherish these cars if they were parked on the street or in their hands. But now, all that awaited them was the fate of a car scrapyard. If these cars could understand human feelings, they might weep bitterly.. Damn, they were just out of luck! How could they have met such a Prodigal?

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