I'm the owner of the Lakers

Three days later, Xiao Yang saw the news published in the newspaper, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

"The Rockefeller family sold the only five remaining buildings again, and the landmark buildings in the United States completely fell into his hands!"

"The Mitsubishi Foundation made efforts to purchase the Rockefeller Center real estate at a sky-high price of one billion US dollars!"

"The Rockefeller Center has since belonged to the Dongying people, and the Dongying people have bought half of the country!"

"What is the Mitsubishi Foundation this time, the previous mergers and acquisitions have caused losses for years!"

"The wolf is coming, watch out for the Dongying people!"

"Dongying rising, the new enemy of the United States!"

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For the situation that the Americans regard Dongying as an imaginary enemy and a big threat, Xiao Yang can only be said to be a surprise.

Just as Xiao Yang was watching the newspaper here and cheering, Kitagawa Si's phone also called.

"Xiao Jun, I think you also learned the news from the media. "

"Well, you guys are very efficient, yes, I'm satisfied. Xiao Yang said with a smile.

"Since Xiao Jun is satisfied, I wonder when Xiao Jun is going to bring these nineteen buildings back?" Kitagawa reminded covertly.

"Hehe, it seems that Mr. Kitagawa is also in a hurry. Xiao Yang laughed.

Kitagawa Si's expression here is very embarrassed, nonsense, can you not be in a hurry, more than two billion bought things, change hands will lose hundreds of millions of dollars, and this in the hand of one day, will be an extra day of cost.

Now the attitude of the entire Mitsubishi consortium towards the Rockefeller Center is a hot potato, and the sooner it is handed over, the better.

"Hehe, Xiao Jun, the Mitsubishi Foundation also wants to hand over the Rockefeller Center to his master as soon as possible. Kitagawa said with a sneering smile on the phone.

"Since Mr. Kitagawa has said so, and the Mitsubishi Foundation is in a hurry, I will not delay time, tomorrow morning, I will take someone to your place to sign the contract." Xiao Yang didn't ink anymore.

"Hey, that's great, then I'll wait for Xiao Jun's visit tomorrow." Kitagawa Ji's voice was a little excited.

Xiao Yang didn't speak and hung up the phone.

Paulson's phone called, "Hey, John?"

"It's me, boss, what's the matter," Paulson's slightly tired voice came.

Xiao Yang heard the other party's tiredness, "John, you can't do this yesterday night, this financial crisis is less than half a year, don't give your body to Ao Straddling, you are not in your twenties now." "

"Hehe, it's okay, it's just that yesterday night I sniped at Nintendo with the big market, and suddenly copied 2% of the stock. Paulson's voice seemed a little excited.

"Those Dongying people didn't find out, did they?" said Nintendo, Xiao Yang was also interested.

"No, rest assured boss, our team is professional, it can be said that the world's top traders and financial geniuses are composed, if this kind of small thing is not done well, what face do we have to get such a high salary and bonus." "

"Haha, that's good, anyway, you have to pay attention to rest, you must know that all of you are my most important wealth, with you, I have unlimited possibilities." Xiao Yang still instructed.

"Well, I understand. Paulson was also very moved, and he felt like a man died for his confidant.

"By the way, is the boss looking for me this time?" asked Paulson.

"Hey, you see I almost forgot. Xiao Yang slapped his head.

"Have you read today's newspaper?" asked Xiao Yang.

"Well, I watched a little while eating breakfast, what's wrong?" replied Paulson honestly.

"Do you know the news that Rockefeller Center was completely acquired by the Mitsubishi Foundation?"

After hearing the affirmative answer from Paulson on the other side, Xiao Yang smiled.

"The Mitsubishi Foundation's acquisition of Rockefeller Center is my request, to be precise, tomorrow I will sign a contract with the Mitsubishi Foundation, and from tomorrow, the owner of the nineteen commercial buildings of Rockefeller Center is me, Xiao Yang!"

"Ahem!" coughed on the other end of the phone.

After a murmur, Paulson's shocked voice came.

"Boss, are you serious, you bought Rockefeller Center?" Paulson's voice remained full of disbelief.

"That's right, I bought it, a total of 1.65 billion US dollars, which is why I am looking for you, I need you to call over." Xiao Yang was a little embarrassed, and every time he called Paulson, he basically asked for money.

It made Paulson feel like he was opening a bank.

"Boss, I admit that buying Rockefeller Center is a very good business practice. It took a long time for Paulson to react, and in the face of such a boss, Paulson could only raise his thumb and say goodbye.

"But boss, have you ever thought about how this old family will react if you are now in the hands of the Rockefeller family and rob the commercial real estate that their family regards as a bag? "

Paulson said worriedly, "I don't think they're going to just leave it at that." "

"Of course they won't do that, but even if they are, I can't stop my business because I'm afraid of them. Mr. Xiao interrupted Paulson's apprehension.

"The most important thing right now is that you have to give me the funds for the purchase of Rockefeller Center first, and then I also need a special accounting team and a legal team, which must be done today, because tomorrow I will go to the Mitsubishi Foundation to sign a contract, do you think it can be done?"

"No problem, leave it to me, tomorrow will definitely not delay your contract." Seeing that the boss's attitude was so resolute, Paulson could only choose to follow Xiao Yang's footsteps, and he would handle these things for Xiao Yang.

"Ok, then it's no problem, just take a good rest if you're okay." Xiao Yang hung up the phone with a smile.

Perfect, just tomorrow, Rockefeller Center will soon be its own

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