A retired reincarnation of a certain American film.

Chapter 305 Drinking new beer tonight (fourth update!!)

Luke almost spit out the wine in his mouth.

"what?"

"How many?"

"Eight hundred million?"

Luke looked at Earl with wide eyes: "So, I earn one billion every year, and then spend 800 million, and in the end I only have 200 million left?"

Earl shook his head: "Director, you forgot to count the agents you support. You haven't calculated their salaries yet."

Luke blinked.

"Didn't Jack go over to clean up?"

"He was cleaning up those agents who had gone through Dr. Zola's algorithm and were still loyal to Whitehorse, not all of them."

"...How much is left? No, just tell me directly how much of their salary I want to give out?"

"Um……"

Earl moved his eyes upward, and under Luke's gaze, he turned around the notebook and turned on the computer on it. After some calculations, he looked up at Luke and said, "The annual cost is estimated to be around 80 million."

Luke took a breath: "Eighty million, how can it be so much?"

Earl shrugged: "We have received a total of eight bases in Europe. The management of the eight bases are highly paid. None of them has the idea of ​​being die-hardly loyal to Whitehorse. The management of these eight bases Their combined annual salary is around 30 million, and there are about 500 remaining agents, and their combined annual salary is almost 50 million."

Luke frowned.

"Can you ask Jack to chop off some more?"

"……cannot."

Earl said to Luke: "Sir, the annual salary of those agents, on average, is only one hundred thousand dollars. This income is not as good as our senior agents. I think it's better. If the sir decides to keep them, what will happen to them in the future?" If you use it regularly, you can give them a salary increase."

After all, new people have a new atmosphere.

By giving a raise, it also tells those agents who their boss is.

Lu Ke's eyebrows pounded: "So, what I get every year is actually only 120 million?"

Earl shook his head again.

Luke was dumbfounded.

"Any other expenses?"

"In various European countries, the annual property taxes are on three castles, twelve manors, and eighty-eight high-end residences."

Under Luke's gaze, Earl counted the various expenses with his fingers: "There are also the annual maintenance fees for the three castles and the fees for the servants in the twelve manors. After all, for the real estate alone, you It costs 100 million every year, and I haven’t even counted gas, water, electricity and other miscellaneous things.”

Luke's face turned dark.

According to Earl's calculations, let alone taking money every year, forget it if he doesn't post money outside.

Three castles?

Twelve manors and eighty-eight high-end residences?

are you crazy.

Old dog Whitehorse, haven't you ever heard of the saying that if you have a lot of money, you only have so much room to sleep in?

Luke was speechless and looked at Earl. When he originally wanted to say that he could sell those castles and manors, he suddenly remembered something and fell silent.

When Whitehorse was there, he didn't even think about selling off his family property to make a living.

Now that he has taken over, he just sells things?

If this were to spread to other people's ears, it would lead to a lot of rumors. People who didn't know about it would probably think that Lu was worse than that old dog in Whitehorse.

No!

The property cannot be sold.

"Wait a moment."

Luke raised his eyebrows, thinking of what Earl just said, and looked at Earl: "You just said that Whitehorse spends 800 million a year to support several life science laboratories?"

Earl nodded: "Yes, four are located in Paris, two are located in Berlin, one is located in Sokovia, and one in Seoul is a partnership with Dr. Zola, a total of nine."

Lu Ke made a decisive decision: "Stop cooperation now, immediately, immediately."

He was different from Whitehorse.

Luke doesn't need to study any life sciences.

What he plays is metaphysics, which conflicts with science.

Earl didn't have any objections to this, nodded, and after recording it, asked: "Stop all of them?"

Luke nodded: "Except for continuing to provide funding for the 'human cloning project' we are cooperating with Dr. Zola, I will cut off all the rest."

If he doesn't stop his losses in time, he may have to sell blood next year to make ends meet.

Now he finally knew why Daniel Whitehorse wanted to steal the business of other directors.

It’s impossible not to grab it.

If we go by what Earl just said, the annual income of Whitehorse, an old dog, cannot cover the annual expenses.

Tsk tsk.

Spend 800 million to study science?

Brother, you are a Hydra. You spend money to research technology. Is that your style? Wouldn't you wait for others to research it and then use it directly?

how.

Do others still dare to charge you patent fees?

He now also understood why Whitehorse, an old dog who seemed so awesome, ended up hiding and becoming a recluse.

When it comes to relationships, he acts like a strong-willed person.

Luke complained silently in his heart, and then looked at the recorded Earl: "Except for Dr. Zola's project retention, all the research projects have been cut. This way, we should be able to balance the expenditures, right? .”

He no longer thinks that accepting Whitehorse's inheritance will make him fatter.

Luke only hopes that accepting Whitehorse's inheritance will not lower his current quality of life.

otherwise……

Wasn't he busy in vain?

Earl looked at the recorded projects that needed to be cut and the funds that had been withheld, and nodded: "Okay, in this case, we will have the funds to give the agents in those eight bases a salary increase. Of course, If the chief doesn’t want those bases, I think other directors would be willing to have them.”

Luke looked at Earl expressionlessly.

The next second. He picked up the bourbon in front of him and drank it all in one gulp: "We can't trade, at least not this year. Let's go up."

Again.

No one would, after taking the stage, start selling off their personal belongings without even getting excited.

At the very least, you definitely can’t do this in the first year. If you do it, no matter what, you have to make it through this year.

And Earl was right.

Jack had just killed a large wave of agents and eight bases in Europe by relying on the algorithm given by Zola. It was a time when people were panicking.

A slap in the face and a sweet date are common to both East and West.

Luke shook his head, sighed and said, "So, can the 980 million we have now be able to maintain operation this year?"

Earl calculated again and nodded: "It shouldn't be a big problem."

Luke laughed dumbly.

Look.

This is why he doesn't want to be the boss in the main god space.

Being the boss is tiring.

Especially being the boss of a villain organization is even more tiring.

An ordinary person would probably go crazy if he could earn five million in a lifetime, let alone one billion.

It's better to go to Luke's side. 980 million is just enough to sustain a year's life.

He felt that he was not taking over Whitehorse's assets to make money.

This is really for poverty alleviation.

After listening to Earl's inventory, Luke was not in a good mood. He felt better when he saw Mrs. Viper appearing on the caller ID on the phone.

Yes.

Today is the fifteenth.

Luke suddenly got up from the office chair, grabbed the phone, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and answered Mrs. Viper's call.

"Maria."

"Luke."

Mrs. Viper's voice rang on the other end of the phone: "Are you free tonight? I have half an hour to land in Los Angeles."

Luke said with a smile: "Maria, you can't imagine that I have set aside tonight tonight just to wait for your call a month ago."

Mrs. Viper smiled charmingly: "Have you raised your sperm yet?"

Luke raised an eyebrow.

"Where are you, madam?"

"Want to eat people."

"What a coincidence."

Luke's eyebrows rose: "I really want to be eaten by Madam."

Mrs. Viper's laughter was full of temptation: "I'll send you the address and I'll wait for you."

Luke said "Okay", hung up the phone, looked at the restaurant address sent by Mrs. Viper, then zoomed in and called Rachel.

Rachel was reading the newspaper at home and waiting for time to pass. Then Rachel, who went to work, casually answered the phone: "Hello."

Luke looked at the sunset in Los Angeles outside the floor-to-ceiling window: "I have something to do tonight, so I might not go back."

Rachel paused while flipping through the newspaper and closed the newspaper in her hand.

"beer?"

"Correct."

“A new brand of beer, or an old brand?”

"new."

"..."

Rachel raised her eyebrows: "Which manufacturer is this from? Do you know the taste?"

Lu Ke shrugged: "I haven't drunk it yet. I'm not sure which manufacturer it is from. I hope it tastes sweet, but I feel that it will most likely be bitter."

Rachel shook her head, flipped through the newspaper in her hand again, and said with a smile: "I know it's bitter, so don't drink it. Come back and drink bourbon."

Lu Ke sighed: "I don't want to drink it either, but the manufacturer is very sincere this time. If I don't go, they will probably chase me home to make me drink it."

When Rachel heard this, she shook her head speechlessly.

"Okay, you just need to know what's appropriate. I've prepared five glasses of bourbon for you tomorrow night. If you can't finish them, you can just sleep on the sofa."

"it is good."

Rachel then hung up and nodded, looked up, looked at Lorna who was sitting across the bar, writing homework, looking confused, and said with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Lorna on the opposite side came back to her senses, recalled the conversation between Rachel and Luke just now, and asked with some suspicion: "Sister-in-law, were you and my brother talking about wine just now?"

Rachel smiled.

"Of course, didn't you hear it clearly?"

"But I don't think you are talking about wine."

Lorna said with a confused look: "There is no sweet or bitter taste in beer. Isn't it just that sour and astringent taste?"

Bullying her for not drinking beer?

When Rachel heard what Lorna said, the smile on her face became even more beautiful.

"So, last month, you drank that bottle of beer?"

"what?"

Lorna looked at the smile on Rachel's face, and her whole body suddenly felt bad.

……

(End of this chapter)