Automotive Black Technology Chapter 1315: : Give in!
www.lnmao.org, the fastest update to the latest chapter of automotive black technology!
Li Fanyu’s moral outlook is actually very simple;
You respect me a foot, and I respect you a foot.
But if you want to be shameless, then I'm sorry, I will dare to break up with you!
After Frederick came to find him, he knew that this fight was not fun. Judging from what I and Zhengshin are currently doing in the UK, such a chaebol war is undoubtedly too high-end.
Danger?
Dangerous indeed.
If you are not careful, you will find yourself in trouble in the UK.
But he has made up his mind, so Li Fanyu will not care about anything. Now he only knows that if Zhengxin loses the bet, he will not be able to survive in the UK. In exchange, billions of dollars were wasted and withdrawn into the country like a drowned dog.
If you want to enter Europe, you will have to obey destiny in the future.
But if you go one step further and win the bet and completely master Rolls-Royce, then it will be possible to complete the awesome dream of "Zhengxin Automobile Conquers the World" that you once boasted when you established your knowledge in Zhengxin!
This is a dream for him.
If you don’t pursue your dreams vigorously and freely, you will live your whole life. Compromise everywhere and follow the path others want you to take. What's the difference between that and signing up for a shopping tour? !
So, even though he knew what danger Old Weeks meant, Li Fanyu still had no fear at this time.
"Mr. Weeks, the reason why I accepted your invitation today is to tell you in person; neither Zhengxin Group nor I, Li Fanyu, will tolerate threats from any company or anyone, and Dirty!
"I mean, any time! Any place!"
anytime! anywhere!
This sentence was shouted by Li Fanyu. The candlestick filled with white candles in front of him swayed in front of this roar as if it was hit by a hurricane.
When Weeks was young, he liked hunting, and Li Fanyu, who is now perched on the other side of the dining table, looks very much like the wolf he met when he was young. The wolf that he shot once with a shotgun chased him for five kilometers through the mountains and fields with its fangs bared and covered in blood!
"Madman." Weeks moved his lips. Now, he already regretted provoking a madman like Li Fanyu.
"I can sign an agreement with you privately to terminate the gambling agreement. You can continue to hold Rolls-Royce in the current holding method." He thought for a while and made what he thought was the biggest concession. .
Li Fanyu elegantly picked up the white towel in front of him and wiped away the saliva that had just been spurted out of excitement.
"Mr. Weeks, you are old."
"What did you say?"
"I said, you are old." Li Fanyu casually threw the towel on the table, raised his head, and looked at Weeks with a playful look, "You are too old to see you clearly. What does the opponent really want?"
"What do you want?"
"What I want has been clear from the beginning, that is...the entire European car market! Britain and Rolls-Royce are just my front stops.
In the face of a market, Rolls-lade's little profit is nothing in my eyes.
After I took over Rolls-Royce, whether it was the launch of Bentley, autonomous driving, industrial chain, or the current Mini. It's not about making money, or even winning your damned bet deal with arrogance and ignorance from the start.
Instead, get the ticket to enter the European market for Zhengxin! ”
"In the face of this, I will not make any compromises or give up any efforts!"
"What I want is a Rolls-Royce that belongs entirely to Zhengxin. What I want is everything."
all.
Li Fanyu spoke very calmly, but at this time, Old Weeks was completely shocked.
What kind of company is Wicks Group?
Since World War I, the predecessors of this group, the ancestors of the Wicks family, began to design and manufacture various weapons and equipment, such as the famous Wicks machine guns, Wicks mountain guns, and Spitfire fighter jets. It carried the once-mighty Super Marin, and participated in the design of Hispano cannons, ship power, and even complete tanks that followed the entire history of World War II air combat!
Later, various cutting-edge aviation and ship engines. It can be said that this is a company that represents the crisis and glory of the British Empire until the sun never sets when it hands the scepter of world hegemony to the hands of the United States.
When it comes to strength and history, as the controller of this behemoth, Weeks can look down upon his peers in the world - this is why he does not take Zhengxin seriously at all.
In the decades since Weeks took over the group, all he has done is keep this behemoth from declining.
But today, he saw a guy dozens of times weaker than himself, but extremely ambitious!
In this guy's eyes, he never even regarded himself as an opponent.
This guy is now laughing at his aging.
"Young gentleman, I think I understand you somewhat." Weeks picked up the red wine and hid the emotion in his eyes.
In fact, his actions were unnecessary. Li Fanyu didn't look at him at all. At this time, he had finished expressing everything he wanted to express, picked up the chopsticks again, and had a plate of Dongpo pork with not much rotten skin. Fighting to the death.
Seeing Old Weeks pick up the wine glass, Li Fanyu put down the chopsticks in his hand and picked up the red wine, "Thank you for your understanding."
"I think our conversation should have come to an end." Putting down his wine glass, Old Wicks said solemnly. His current thoughts are quite chaotic, accompanied by some desolation, and his interest is inevitably low.
"Oh?" Li Fanyu stood up, wiped his mouth with his hands, and walked to Weeks' side.
"What are you doing?" His unexpected move puzzled Weeks.
Li Fan smiled foolishly, picked up the table knife that Weeks had not touched, leaned over Weeks' ear, and said with a smile: "The Chinese cook you are looking for is very amateur."
After saying that, he sat back down and cut Dongpo's meat into pieces with a table knife.
Chewing the skin of the meat, Li Fanyu said vaguely: "Since you think it is meaningless to continue talking, then please do it yourself. I will leave by myself after eating, no need to send it away."
Weeks sat back down with his buttocks raised. He frowned and looked across the dining table as if looking at a cultural relic.
The young man really started eating and drinking as he did, not caring about his own eyes or the way he looked when he was eating.
It wasn't until half an hour later that the young man with the sauce on his side wiped his mouth and drank the half-empty bottle in front of him. The year was 1996 and it was worth fifteen thousand pounds. Romanee-Conti picked it up.
"This wine is good."
Under the gaze of Weeks, Li Fanyu took the wine and walked away as if nothing had happened.
"Heh,"
"Hahahahaha..."
After the Rolls-Royce Ghost at the door had gone away, Weeks, who was still standing in the restaurant, let out a series of nervous laughs.
"Mason, notify William for me and ask him to find a way to revoke the access restriction for autonomous driving." It wasn't until he burst into tears that he pressed the call bell in the restaurant and ordered the butler.
"Sir, this is not wise."
"No. Mason, believe me. It is wise to make concessions to an opponent who is more ambitious than heaven, has means and energy, and does not care about the opinions of outsiders."
......