The blue night sky is full of stars, and the stars are like flowers competing for beauty, blooming with extreme beauty.
Too many things happened in the middle of the night on June 7. Bernard Arnault was half asleep on the second floor of his manor on the outskirts of Paris, waiting for the final good news brought to him by his butler, Old John.
but...
Old John answered the phone from the first floor and learned that Jing Gao had "escaped" and was escorted by his country's embassy personnel back to his villa at No. 12 Rotan Street, District 16. He hesitated and hesitated, and finally came upstairs.
"Old John, is that you?" Bernard-Arnault was half lying in the lounge chair, pulling on the thin blanket covering himself, which was delivered by Old John an hour ago, and asked expectantly, "How is it going?"
"It's me, sir." Old John walked over a little faster and reported in a low voice: "Sir, something went wrong."
Bernard-Arnault opened his eyes suddenly. The sense of expectation just now was gone.
Old John lowered his head and continued: "Jing Gao encountered an ambush on his way back to the city, but the location and people of the ambush were not arranged in advance. He has now returned to his villa.
According to police information, there was a fierce gunfight at the scene. Several bodyguards on Jinggao's side were injured, but no one died. The ambushers were gone. "
Bernard-Arnault ignored the generosity he had cultivated over the years and yelled in French, "Bastards! These bastards are wasting taxpayers' money!"
With his shrewdness and experience, he knew immediately what "the ambusher was missing" was about. The Paris police must have been verbally addressed this evening.
Therefore, the ambusher can escape calmly. But these pigheads never thought that it was their laziness and stupidity that probably allowed Jing Gao to calmly complete tonight's "self-directed and self-acted" show.
Old John abided by his professional ethics, lowered his head and remained silent. He actually knew it well. This casualty situation is too suspicious!
At this moment, Bernard-Arnault's personal cell phone vibrated. This mobile phone is in Old John's pocket. In this situation tonight, Bernard Arnault's mobile phone must not be turned off.
Old John took out his cell phone and looked at the number, "Sir, it's Jing Gao's number."
Bernard-Arnault pondered for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand, "Give it to me."
Old John handed the phone to Bernard Arnault and swallowed secretly. He had a vague feeling that a storm was coming.
Bernard-Arnault took a moment to adjust his breathing and answered the phone. Suddenly, Jing Gao's furious curse came from the phone, "Bernard-Arnault, you sent a gunman to kill me tonight, right? You're from Gobi!" You have a gunman, can’t the labor and management find it? Just wait for the labor and management!”
Bernard-Arnault was confused at first because Jing Gao spoke in Mandarin. But just by listening to Jing Gao's extremely angry tone, he knew that Jing Gao didn't say anything good. Probably scolding him. I was also furious!
At this moment, a middle-aged man's French voice came from the mobile phone: "Mr. Arnault, I am Mr. Jing's French translator. Let me translate what Mr. Jing just said.
Did you send a gunman to kill me tonight? I will retaliate in kind, you wait. "
Bernard-Arnault was very angry and said angrily: "The gunman has nothing to do with me. OK, I will take any revenge you have." He is the richest man in Europe and has been in the fashion industry for decades. In Paris, the capital of France, is it possible? Are you still afraid of revenge from a Chinese like you?
It was not Teacher Zheng who served as Jing Gao's French translator. Teacher Zheng has already gone to bed. There are also people who understand French among the subordinates accompanying this trip. Igao listened to the translated words and sneered: "Arnault, I am informing you now that the agreement we reached early yesterday morning is cancelled. I can make the LVMH Group's stock rise, and of course I can keep it going!"
With that said, he hung up the phone.
"Mader!" Bernard-Arnault heard the busy signal on his phone and threw the phone on the floor angrily.
Although he is a generational tycoon in the business world, he is still seventy years old after all. When Jing Gao threatened him, his first reaction was: Are labor and management afraid of you using force? He had absolute confidence. In Paris, Jing Gao couldn't even touch his hair.
Moreover, he must use a tough attitude to clear away his suspicions!
He is indeed planning to use "outside moves" to deal with Jing Gao, but isn't this because A is acting in front of him?
What happened tonight had nothing to do with him. Moreover, there is a high probability that Jinggao directed and acted himself! Can he accept this anger?
However, this bastard wanted to directly tear up the agreement that he had paid a huge price for, which frightened him and sent chills down his spine.
"Medicine, medicine..." Bernard-Arnault's heart attack was directly stimulated. He covered his chest with one hand and shouted with difficulty on the recliner.
Old John quickly got some heart treatment from the coffee table next to him and fed it to Bernard Arnault.
"Huh, huh..." Bernard Arnault came to his senses, panting heavily, and ordered: "Old John, call Andre Griffin and the others and ask if Jingao breaks the agreement. How much damage will we suffer? I will see the results later."
He was filled with hatred and didn't want to be blackmailed by that little bastard, so he needed his think tanks to help him analyze it. But the remaining reason told him that there was a high probability that he would need to surrender to Jing Gao again.
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Igao's second call was to Pino.
The Pino family's manor on the outskirts of the city is only more than 20 minutes' drive away from the site of Igao's accident. The news reached little Pino's ears early in the morning.
After learning that Jing Gao was not dead or injured, little Pino scolded some people in the villa for failing to succeed and failing, and then he was thinking about how to deal with this situation.
Sure enough, Jing Gao's accusation call came later.
"Mr. Pinault, I just encountered a serious shooting incident. Did you hear about it?"
"Mr. Jing, I assure you, this matter has nothing to do with me." Little Pino turned on the phone hands-free, and his confidant David Lewis acted as his translator.
Jing Gao said in a cold tone: "Mr. Pinault, I was ambushed only twenty minutes after I came out of your manor. You said it had nothing to do with you, okay, I believe you. With the energy of the Pinault family in France, You should know who did it, right?"
Many things do not require evidence!
Idaka was convinced that there was something wrong with Little Pino.
An old French consortium with influence in both political and business circles. I went to your manor as a guest and was ambushed after I left. You just said, "It has nothing to do with me." Is this the attitude a host should have? This grandson definitely knows something.
Little Pino sighed inwardly. Just hearing Jing Gao's attitude, he knew that the "friendship boat" they had just developed had capsized. That's what businessmen's friendship is like.
However, he just negotiated a cooperation with Jing Gao a few hours ago with a profit of 330 million euros!
Pinault Jr. redressed: "Mr. Jing, please don't be angry. Bernard Arnault was so beaten by you in the stock market that he had to admit defeat. This solved the problem of Zhaoshi Group. But this harmed many people. Interests.
I need to investigate who was responsible for tonight's ambush before I can give you the answer. Mr. Jing, don't worry, if you are ambushed when you leave my manor, I will definitely give you an explanation. "
Jing Gao didn't speak. He pondered for a few seconds and hung up the phone.
Little Pino put away his cell phone, exhaled, feeling a little relieved, and asked: "David, you heard what Jing Gao said just now. What do you think of this?"
He knows more than Arno and the others. In the surveillance camera of the villa, it can be clearly seen that at some stage after Arthur Lagardère left, someone came to his villa. Then Jinggao began to "evacuate".
David Lewis said: "Boss, in my opinion, Mr. Jing probably foresaw the news that someone was going to shoot him, so he did not enter the ambush circle, but launched it in advance, directing and acting the drama tonight. .”
Then asked: "Boss, how do you plan to repair the relationship with Mr. Jing. He seems...very angry."
Little Pino rubbed his face and sighed: "I am still too greedy! Otherwise, what would be so many things?
Go back and find out the name of the mastermind and give him some financial compensation. Didn't he dance with Connie several times today? I gave Connie to him too. "
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Igao's third call was to Arthur Lagardère.
Arthur Lagardère was slapped in the face by Jing Gao at the Pinault family's "celebration banquet" tonight, rubbed on the ground, and left in despair. After he returned home, he went to accompany his father.
His father, Arnold Lagardère, has entered the final stages of his life.
Looking at his father on the hospital bed, connected to various instruments, Arthur Lagardère had never felt that the burden on his body was so heavy.
Lagardère’s ancestral estate is actually not far from the Pinault family estate. As Axel Dumas, the boss and CEO of Hermès, told Jinggao, only the richest French people can buy the manors and land in this area.
A typical wealthy area.
The cell phone rang. Arthur Lagardère looked at the number and quickly left the ward to answer the phone, "Mr. Well?"
Jinggao said straight to the point: "Mr. Arthur Lagardère, I was shot at night. Mr. Pinault Jr. said that I saved the Zhaoshi Group and harmed the interests of many people.
How many of you initially planned to distribute the interests of Zhaoshi Group? The Lagardère Consortium is taking the lead, your Mr. Thomas is jumping up and down, don’t tell me you don’t know. "
His subordinates immediately helped him translate.
Arthur Lagardère entered his father's ward as soon as he returned home. Before his subordinates could tell him the news, they asked in surprise: "How could it be?" Then he came to his senses and answered Jing Gao's question, "We have a total of Quartet: Lagardère, Arnault, Pinault, Louis Froude, Minister of Territorial Integration and Local Liaison.”
After saying that, he quickly defended: "Mr. Jing, this matter has nothing to do with our Lagardère Consortium. My father is seriously ill in bed. I have never had the idea of shooting you."
Even through the phone, Jing Gao felt that Arthur Lagardère was afraid of him.
I think so. He holds 10% of the shares of the French Integrated Media Group, the media company at the core of the Lagardère Consortium. Arthur Lagardère has not yet given him an explanation regarding the Zhaoshi Group, and now something new has happened. How can Arthur Lagardère not be afraid?
"Okay, I understand." Jing Gao hung up the phone. Based on the words of Pinault Jr. and Arthur Lagardère, he had a rough idea. There is a high probability that the shooting tonight was done by Minister Louis Froude.
Underwood in the American TV series "House of Cards" is ruthless and murderous. I guess this Louis Froude is just as generous.
Arthur Lagardère hung up the phone, stared blankly at the night outside the villa, and remained silent for a long time.
I don't know how much time passed, but the female nurse who was taking care of Arnold Lagardère 24 hours a day quickly came over and said: "Your Excellency, Mr. Lagardère is awake and he wants to see you."
Arthur Lagardère followed the nurse quickly back to his father's ward, sat on a chair beside the hospital bed, held his old father's hand, and said with choked sobs: "Dad."
Arnold Lagardère spoke in a weak and slow voice, speaking word by word, and asked: "Arthur, how is the situation now?"
Arthur Lagardère quickly answered briefly, and twenty minutes had passed. He asked for advice: "Dad, what should I do now?"
There was some silence in the ward. As an established consortium, it is not difficult to build a standard ward at home. Arnold Lagardère was silent for a long time, and then said: "Arthur, only by being tied to Arnault can the Lagardère Consortium have the capital to satisfy that Chinese boy. Go call your Uncle Bernard now." Call me, go over and talk to him in detail.”
Arthur Lagardal was stunned for a moment. During the stock market war two days ago, he did not mobilize funds to support Arnault, and the relationship had long since broken down. Making phone calls now would be tantamount to spitting on someone and slapping themselves in the face. But thinking that he would be embarrassed at the Pinault family banquet tonight, the obstacle in his heart disappeared and he agreed: "Okay, Dad."
Arnold Lagardère did not notice the strangeness of his son and continued to follow his own train of thought: "It is not terrible that Jing Gao holds 10% of the shares of the French comprehensive media group. In France's political and business circles, whether it is politicians or Capital will never allow a Chinese to get involved in the field of public opinion and media. He cannot control the French integrated media group. You don’t have to worry."
Arthur Lagardal felt that the fog in the current situation had dissipated a lot, and his spirit was shaken.
Arnaud Lagardère said again: "All the conditions for the negotiation with Jing Gao are left to Bernard Arnault. Even if it means selling this ancestral home to that Chinese boy, I will sign it. Asia Se, go quickly! I don’t know how long I can hold on.”
"Dad, I'll go right away." Arthur Lagardal hesitated in his heart, and left all the conditions to Bernard Arnault to negotiate. What if he cheated Lagardal? But he finally decided to listen to his father's advice.
