"Simon, please introduce you to Zheng from Malaysia and Lee from Singapore. Maybe you know them all."

“I’m glad to meet two.”

"Hello, Mr. Westeros..."

"Haha, Simon is fine, why don't we go there and sit down and talk?"

“It’s our honor.”

While everyone was talking, they came to a round table in a corner of the lawn, gave in and sat down, and called the waiter to change the drinks again.

This is a lunchtime open-air dinner for the Murdoch family on a manor outside Melbourne.

It was December 29th.

Tuesday.

Simon returned from Tasmania, except for Christmas Eve where everyone reunites and eats together, there were various social events.

Just like this at this time.

Two Southeast Asian Chinese business representatives who flew to Melbourne to come for Simon's stock exchange plan.

Chen Qing had already made a recommendation in Hong Kong when she returned to China last time. Obviously, many people were still hesitant, so they found a way to meet Simon himself today. Simon can also be roughly sure that the two not only represent the capital behind them, but also may also be representatives of the entire Southeast Asian Chinese business group.

Sure enough, after a few words, the topic was getting to the point. A thin middle-aged man from the Li family in Singapore mentioned the issue of stock replacement: "Simon, we have carefully studied some of the detailed stock replacement plans and materials released by Westeros, put these aside first. I am even more curious. Can you reveal why you did this? After all, the Westeros system is not short of money, or, please forgive me for taking the liberty, you just cash out for a high position. In this case, it is not a good investment goal for us?"

"I know Mr. Li also takes into account the Singapore Monetary Authority. Since this is the case, I should have some research on my motivations. In fact, as you imagined, I don't have a deep motivation, just to revitalize assets through replacement and so as to make industrial layout more flexibly," Simon said this, sipped the cocktail in his glass and continued: "As for cashing out at a high level, frankly, with the rapid growth momentum shown by the new technology industry, purely on the book consideration, I am very at a disadvantage in cashing out now. If I say the specific potential, you will definitely not believe it, and you can only judge it yourself. I can only say that if investors try to exchange bad assets with me, I will definitely not agree."

Simon's words were basically expected by the two people around him.

In other words, what the two of them need is what Simon said personally, because to some extent, this is also a kind of guarantee for Simon. In comparison, no matter how scattered Chen Qing said, it would not achieve a similar effect.

After Simon finished speaking, the two Chinese business representatives, Murdoch, who was sitting down with him, nodded slightly.

A middle-aged man surnamed Zheng from Malaysia followed and said, "Simon, I saw that the materials given by Westeros have a one to three-year ban on stock exchange. I believe this also means that we can also make equal demands, right?"

"That's right."

"There's another thing, Simon," said Mr. Lee from Singapore. "If we invest enough shares, I mean, we should be able to gain a certain voice in the operation of the corresponding company. After all, we need to ensure the safety of our own investment."

Simon shook his head this time: "Mr. Li, even if it is a Volkswagen-owned company, it will have to obtain at least 5% of the shares accordingly. What's more, each of the companies I plan to replace has a considerable size, and none of them are Volkswagen-owned companies. Even if you join forces, it is impossible to get too large a shareholding. Therefore, it is not practical to require a voice. I can only promise you that all companies in the Westeros system will not make major decisions without the small shareholders' knowledge at all."

This is also a fact.

For example, Egret, whose market value has exceeded US$620 billion recently, even if he only wants to acquire 5% of his shares, the amount of funds he needs to use has reached US$31 billion. 31 billion. This may not be anything to Simon Westeros' huge net worth, but for other capitals, even if it is combined, it is not very practical.

After all, investment risks must be considered.

31 billion US dollars, one-time spending, if you lose, many people will be hurt.

Zheng and Li looked at each other, and Mr. Zheng followed, "Simon, since that's the case, how do you plan to ensure our right to know?"

Simon smiled and shook the cocktail in his hand: "Two, these professional details require consultation between investors and management. I cannot give you a complete plan on such an occasion."

Everyone continued to chat for more than ten minutes, and Zheng and Li confirmed all the issues they were concerned about, and then they talked to Simon about the scale of expected stock replacement.

The social event lasted until after 1:00 p.m.

After the dinner, Simon left with Janet, who had been in the group of women.

The black Rolls-Royce drove away from the Murdoch family's manor. The couple casually talked about the meal. When Janet accidentally asked about the two Southeast Asian Chinese business representatives, Simon also gave a rough explanation.

Janet, who was used to snuggling up to the man, heard Simon's roughly say, and said with a smile: "They are so cautious, it's not a big business, right?"

Simon stretched out three fingers toward the woman and shook it.

Janet curled his lips: "It's only $3 billion?"

Simon said: "$30 billion."

Janet suddenly widened his eyes slightly again, looked at the man, confirmed that it was right, and after thinking about it for a while, he understood.

Seeing Janet suddenly, Simon suddenly realized, just held the woman's little hand, leaned on the back of the leather chair, and said nothing more.

Too many things have happened this year.

Back at the Johnston family mansion on the Yara River in the northern suburbs of Melbourne, the couple heard a loud cry of children as soon as they entered the door.

Curiously turned to the living room next to the hall. Under the cluster of several servants, Janet's mother and Anthony's wife Betty Johnston were coaxing Anthony's youngest daughter, Rebecca Johnston. However, the little girl also paid attention to the coaxing of her grandmother and mother at all. She stood firmly in the center of the living room, tilting her head, and crying loudly with her little voice, looking very sad.

Seeing this scene, Janet immediately leaned over with interest, took Betty Johnston's job and tried to hug the little guy, and asked with a little smile in his soft voice.

Betty Johnston, who gave up his position to Janet, took the initiative to explain to Simon: "Mer is going to start his afternoon homework, without Beca, and just start crying."

After hearing the reason, Simon couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth.

At the same time last year, the old man got married with two pairs of baby couples. One was to hope that Melbourne and Rebecca, the youngest girl in Anthony's family, would get together, and the other was to hope that Norman would have another daughter and marry Nick, who was also from Janet in the future.

A follow-up to this incident is that the Norman Johnstons did have another child this year, which happened to be his daughter, named Linda.

Obviously, I was very concerned about a certain doll marriage agreement.

Then it's now.

This time, the family came to Australia. On the first day of their arrival, they pointed at a little girl in front of everyone and said to their eldest son, "This is your wife."

Then, with the family's support, there was a tangled follower around his baby son.

Although my eldest son, who has just celebrated his 7th birthday this month, is nothing more mature than his peers. The main reason is that the little girl has subtly identified her identity. She even showed a unique possessiveness of a woman when she was just five years old. She not only expressed verbally dissatisfaction with other girls approaching her cousin, but also had to take action if she was anxious.

The little girl's real sister, Chloe Johnston, who is 18 years old this year, once joked that she wanted to steal Melbourne, which caused her sister's cold war for five days. It was Melbourne who was forced to come forward in person, which resolved a period of sister grudges that might continue.

In short, this year has added a lot of fun to everyone.

This is why the little girl cried to the sky at this time. Not only Simon and his wife, but everyone in the room actually wanted to laugh.

It was lively and there was a movement behind him. Simon turned his head and it turned out that his son had walked in, followed by Veronica next to him. Seeing a room full of people and his parents, he was obviously a little embarrassed, but he still walked to Simon first: "Dad, good afternoon."

Simon rubbed his son's head and signaled to the center of the living room, the little girl who stopped crying as Melbourne arrived: "Take it yourself."

Melbourne nodded slightly shyly, walked over, grabbed a little girl with a pitiful look on her face, and said as she walked out, "You can only watch from the side, don't talk nonsense, let alone cry."

The little girl was obediently pulled by her cousin, completely ignoring the others around her. While she couldn't help sobbing, she promised loudly: "Beca doesn't speak, and Beca doesn't cry."

Everyone waited for a couple to go out, but finally stopped being patient and started laughing.

After laughing, I chatted a few more times. Everyone dispersed. It was still the same New Year. In a huge family, everyone had a lot of things to be busy with.

Janet went out with Simon's arm in his arms and walked towards the stairs, smiling: "I like Beca more and more."

Simon responded with a smile: "Hmm?"

"It's straightforward and stubborn. If this kind of personality can last until it grows up, it's very compatible with us. Mel is soft-hearted and needs a strong wife to help him."

Simon said: "I think our son is very independent, just like just now?"

"That's just what you think," Janet said, squinting at his man, and humming twice: "I suddenly realized that you seemed to have passed on all your emotional genes to Mel, and you didn't leave any of them."

"Oh, is this a compliment or a criticism?"

"Criticize," Janet whined at his man with anger and opened his mouth and whined: "Bite you."

Simon cooperated to cover his heart: "It hurts so much."

Janet glanced at him again, then smiled again: "However, Mel and Beca will be together in the future. With Beca's temperament, he will definitely not be as fickle as his father."

"I can't help with this."

"Who wants you to help, bad man."

He came to the second floor with a joke, first to see Jennifer, who was taking care of a group of little guys just after taking a nap, and then came out. There was still a social event in the evening. Janette was going to take care of the medicine bath in the afternoon. Simon remembered the Chinese medicine and formulas sent by Chen Qing from China some time ago, and reminded with a smile: "Be careful, don't fall into that girl's bad intentions."

"I've asked several top Chinese medicine consultants to study, and I've also seen photos of the woman you're hiding in New York," Janet said, and glanced at someone, before continuing: "It works anyway. I've only done it a few times, and my skin has obviously improved."

Simon also knew that Chen Qing did not dare to do anything bad, otherwise she would definitely end up worse and would not say more.

I couldn't help but think of the woman Janet mentioned.

Indeed, the silky silky touch is not as good as most 18-year-old girls.

As he said that he separated from Janet, Simon came to a study room on the second floor alone.

Girl A was already waiting here. When Simon sat down behind the desk, she began to report some work matters that he needed to deal with as soon as possible.

Simon listened and looked through a document that had been sorted out in front of him.

This is a document on increasing the budget for the spy school under the Westeros family intelligence team set up on Tasmania.

Simon went to Tasmania on Christmas and stayed in the spy school between the jungles in northwestern Tasmania for an afternoon. He quietly watched the entire process of the relevant training and personally experienced the situation where a female spy who had completed the thorough brainwashing began to burst into tears when she saw her.

It can be used as a dead soldier.

After seeing it, Simon decided to further expand the size of the spy school.

After all, the world is so big, there are too many places that require the Westeros system to make a move, and manpower is never enough, especially those who can guarantee loyalty to the greatest extent.

After processing one document after another, two or three hours passed without realizing it.

Finally, there is a pregnancy test report.

In North America, a small senior executive hit the last time he secretly tested it on Christmas Day, and then quickly called Simon.

There was another little guy, and Simon could hardly feel too much, but there was still a lot of concerns that should be. On the phone, Nancy asked her to go for a comprehensive pregnancy test as soon as possible, and also equipped the woman with four Wei family servants.

Reporting naturally everything is normal.

In addition, through DNA testing, Simon also learned in advance the gender of the little guy who had only been less than a month.

Another boy.

Still a boy.

Nancy should be very happy because when discussing having a baby, the woman said she wanted to have a boy because she felt that the girl was easily bullied, just like herself.

Simon still hopes to have more cotton jackets.
Chapter completed!