Chapter 705 Invisible Overlord

Chapter 705 Invisible Overlord

the next day.

After Nanyi read the report of Sophie Holdings Investment, he chatted with Jean Bader.

"John, how do you think the real estate market in Paris will go in the next few years?"

"Mr. Adam, did you know that there are a lot of low-rent housing [low-rent housing] in France?" Jean Bard asked rhetorically.

"Yes, I know that there is no shortage of civilian housing in Paris. If the requirements for security and location are not very high, it is not too difficult to own a residence in Paris, and..."

After Nan Yi apologized, he said: "John, don't blame me for being too straightforward. France is full of lazy people. They are not keen on work, they are only immersed in enjoyment, and they don't know how to save money. These people will never be able to afford a house."

"You are right. There are indeed many lazy people in France. They are moths who eat state welfare. Damn, half of my income has been taken away to support these lazy people. Mr. Adam, I plan to register a personal company. I will Can my salary be transferred to my personal company in the form of a contract payment?"

"No, this method seems to be compliant, but it's too lame. We Nan's will not adopt this method. John, your salary is not much. Don't pay too much attention to the small money. The dividend will be transferred from Andorra. Every Every penny goes into your private account, all your own."

"Well, I didn't say anything." Jean Bard shrugged and turned the topic back to real estate, "Because of the existence of low-rent houses, the French don't have to worry about housing at all. In the suburbs, the location is worse, and because there are too many refugees from underdeveloped countries such as North Africa, the law and order will be worse."

"Well, what's the homeownership rate in France?"

"Around 55%."

"Those who can buy or build themselves already have houses, and the rest are not in their plans to buy houses, right?"

"Yes."

"So, I want to talk about high-end housing, not civilian housing."

"The prospect of high-end housing should be very good. Not only the rich, but also the relatively wealthy class in other European countries like to come to Paris for vacation and buy property in Paris. I believe that the future of high-end apartments should be good."

"Well, it may not only be Europe, but also the United States and several countries in Asia that have become rich. The romantic Paris is full of attractions for everyone in the world. Therefore, you can pay attention to it. Buying shares in real estate companies or direct investment are both Can."

"A small investment?"

"Yes, you don't need to invest too much, just enrich the investment types of Sophie Holdings. Also, the Viscount Castle needs to find a buyer. If you meet a high-profile customer, you are responsible for selling it."

"clear."

"At 7:30 p.m., it's not a formal dinner, just be casual."

"Okay, I'll be there on time."

Walking out of Jean Bard's office, Nan Yi went to the reception room and called Sophie Marceau who was waiting there bored, and the two went to the Grand Palais in Paris, where the exhibition hall of the auto show was located.

As soon as he arrived at the exhibition hall, Nanyi sent Sophie Marceau to see the sports car by himself, and he carefully visited the booths by himself.

There are thousands of vehicles in the exhibition hall, and almost all mainstream vehicles in the world are exhibited. If you visit the exhibition hall, you can basically understand the current development of the automobile industry.

Just as Nan Yi stopped in front of Peugeot's booth, Marion Wallenberg came in front of him.

"one person?"

"Sophie went to see the sports car, coincidence? Or is it an appointment with Sophie?"

"I like cars very much. Whenever there is a car show, I will attend it." Marion said.

"Do you have many cars?"

"A lot."

"Well, do me a favor. Please don't recommend your Chevrolet to Sophie. It's too fast. I'm worried that she will have an accident." Nan Yi said sincerely to Marion.

Marion laughed and said, "Ha, I like uniqueness. I don't want my friends to own the car I own, so don't worry, I won't recommend it to her."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, Adam, can I ask you a question?"

"Excuse me."

"Sophie isn't your only woman, is she?"

"This question is very personal, but I would still like to answer you. Yes, she is not the only one."

"So, you only come to see her in Paris when you are in the mood and have time. At other times, you want to accompany other women?" Marion said with a serious expression.

"No, most of my time is given to work, no matter which woman I can spend much time with." Nan Yi slowed down and asked, "Are you interested in my private affairs?"

"No, my mother is a poor woman, and I don't want to see my friend also become a poor woman."

"So, your Wallenberg surname is that Wallenberg?" Nan Yi asked, pointing to the north.

"I just inherited a surname, and there is no other relationship between me and the Wallenberg family."

"It's Sophie's honor to have you as a friend who really thinks about her. You Westerners pursue romance, while we Easterners pay more attention to responsibility. I can't give Sophie 100% love, but in other respects, I will do it 100% 120/100, you don't think that love occupies most of the meaning of life, do you?"

"Hehe." Marion smiled, "No, although I never worry about eating and drinking, but I know that for most people, bread is always more important than love, and I can't be Juliet."

Nan Yi didn't correct Marion. She didn't use Juliet as an example. The meaning was already in place, and he could fully understand it.

A young lady of the Wallenberg family, even if she is only an illegitimate daughter, has probably only seen the suffering of the people, but has never tasted it herself. How can someone who has only seen pigs run know how smelly pig manure is.

"Adam, Marion, what are you talking about?"

Marion was Sophie Marceau, so she joked: "Sophie, we are negotiating the price, and your Adam has agreed to rent him to me for a week."

"You don't need to pay any money, just treat it as a trial period. If you can use it smoothly, we can sign a long-term lease contract."

"OK."

"Very good, you two are negotiating the slave trade, and you don't shy away from slaves at all."

"Ha, Adam, you have no right to speak." Sophie Marceau laughed.

"Okay, you two bargain slowly, I'll go over and have a look, and I'll come to you later." Nan Yi pointed in a direction and said.

"Adam, wait, accompany me to the Ferrari booth first, and I've seen a car." Sophie Marceau stopped Nan Yi who was about to leave.

"F40?"

"Yes, come with me to test the car." Sophie Marceau said while grabbing Nanyi's arm.

"All right."

Sophie Marceau walked in front, and the three walked to the Ferrari booth together.

As soon as they walked to the booth, a middle-aged salesman walked over to the three of them, "Hello, three, how can I help you?"

Buying a sports car to send a beautiful woman is not a marketing method that will prove everything. Especially in this era, people don’t pay much attention to efficiency. Buying a car is buying a car. Few people will buy a car and squeeze out time to find a girl.

People who buy a sports car pay more attention to the sports car itself, rather than the side effects brought by the sports car. Since they focus on the sports car itself, it is natural that more professional people are responsible for answering some sharp and accurate questions.

"F40, I want to test drive it." Sophie Marceau said.

"Okay, Miss, please come with me, there is a test drive at the back." The middle-aged salesman made an inviting gesture.

"Adam, you come with me."

"No, you know I don't like sports cars, Marion, you go with Sophie."

"Sophie, I'll go with you."

"All right."

The two women followed the middle-aged salesman and left. Nan Yi circled around a red F40 exhibition car on the booth, touching and knocking on the body from time to time.

For Nanyi, the F40 is not streamlined enough, the body looks uneven and not smooth enough, and it looks like a large plastic toy. Except for the front windshield, the other windows are made of acrylic. Open the car door and look in. There is not even a door handle on the inner wall of the car door, only a horizontal rope in the depression.

Walking to the front of the car, Nanyi tried to lift the car, and lifted the front of the car easily.

"With four wheels, it doesn't weigh five, six, seven or eight tons. Can it be considered a car?"

Nan Yi estimated that the F40 would be about one ton at most, and if it was tied to a string, it could be used as a kite as long as the wind was strong.

"Headache."

Nanyi didn't know how to dispel Sophie Marceau's idea of ​​buying this car. The driving experience of this car must not be bad, and it was very difficult to stop him from buying it.

"School beauty, set the route at noon tomorrow."

Unable to think of a way to prevent Sophie Marceau from buying a car, Nanyi could only leave early, leaving Sophie Marceau with no time to drive.

Nanyi waited for a while, and Sophie Marceau and Marion came back. Sophie Marceau looked very happy physically and mentally, and came to Nanyi lightly and said, "Adam, the F40 is so comfortable to drive. I decided to buy it."

"You can buy it if you want, and pay for it yourself."

"Of course, wait a minute, I'll pay." Sophie Marceau walked towards the middle-aged salesman following her bouncingly.

"2.38 million, right?"

"Yes." The middle-aged salesman said respectfully.

Sophie Marceau didn't say a word, took out the check book from her Kun bag, spread the check book, wrote a check in the air and tore it off, and handed it to the middle-aged salesman, "Fill up the oil, engine oil Change it."

"No problem, we have other gifts to give, please rest assured."

The face of the middle-aged salesman was full of joy. Sophie Marceau's request was all small things. She turned to another staff member and said, "The best engine oil, fill up the gasoline."

"This way please, go here to complete the formalities."

After the middle-aged salesman finished his orders, he led a few people to the rest area to wait. He first served a few cups of coffee himself, and then went through the formalities with Sophie Marceau.

Sophie Marceau was going through the formalities, and Marion was bored, so she turned to talk to Nan Yi.

"Adam, are you going to India soon?"

"Yes."

"Welcome to come with me?"

"Of course you're welcome. I've already booked a route for noon tomorrow. If you don't have time to prepare, I can call and cancel the route."

Of course, Nan Yi is not welcome. He has too many things to do in India that he doesn't want others to know, but Marion, as Sophie Marceau's best friend, and her surname is Wallenberg, it is not easy for him to refuse.

The surname Wallenberg has a lot of energy. Let’s put it this way, according to South Korea’s statement—in South Korea, you can’t do without the star from birth to death, but in Sweden, every breath of air has nearly half of the surname. Wallenberg.

The Wallenberg family not only controls Sweden's "money bag", many of its family members are also well-known bankers, entrepreneurs, politicians, and diplomats. There is a saying that if you want to establish contact with the Swedish government, you must first contact Wallenberg family communication.

In Sweden, if the Wallenberg family slaps you on the left cheek, you should obediently put your right cheek on it.

In Stockholm, if you point your hand in any direction, most of the dead things belong to the Wallenberg family, and most of the living things serve the Wallenberg family. 40% of the Swedish industrial workers are serving the Wallenberg family.

The Wallenberg family has a hand in all Swedish enterprises, no matter what field they are in, covering almost every form of industrial development since the 19th century.

From Electrolux vacuum cleaners to ABB transformers, Scania trucks, from Ericsson to Saab fighter jets, they almost control the lifeblood of the entire Swedish economy.

This statement is not exaggerated. At present, the companies controlled by the Wallenberg family account for more than 40% of the stock market in Stockholm, and even the Stockholm Options Exchange is also a company controlled by the family.

Sweden can become one of the most developed countries in the world today, which can be said to be closely related to the fate of this family.

Adhering to the creed of "existing, but invisible", the Wallenberg family hides their family very deeply. Although this family has great power in Sweden, the family's assets are not very large on the surface.

The reason why the Wallenberg family can occupy half of the Swedish economy is, in the final analysis, because they make good use of the characteristics of the Swedish stock market.

The Swedish government has implemented the AB share system for the stock market. A shares cannot be circulated, but they have the right to vote on the board of directors; B shares can be circulated, but they only have "voting rights" for cash circulation and dividends. A shares, but as long as you have mastered A shares, you can firmly control the company.

For a century, the Wallenberg family has held the shares of most of Sweden's major companies, and at the same time has several times the voting rights of other shareholders, thus becoming the actual controllers of these companies.

The most typical example, for a period of time, the Wallenberg family held only 4% of the shares of Electrolux, but had 94% of the voting rights.

This dual shareholding system also makes the Wallenberg family "not look so rich" because the shares they own are not many in absolute terms. This is also the reason why the Wallenberg family, which is so rich and powerful, has never appeared on any list of the world's richest people.

But Nan Yi didn't believe it. It's strange that a family that has flourished for more than 200 years would only have that little wealth on the surface.

Not to mention Nanyi, who is eager to dig a hole to hide, but Scarlett, who is standing in the spotlight, adds up all her apparent wealth and pours water hard, and she can probably get together 1 billion US dollars. She has 1.5 billion US dollars, and anyone who says it will feel guilty-whether the cowhide is too big.

Fanmei Holdings, Mingmian’s shares are very scattered; Scarlett Holdings owns Scarlett Food Group, Scarlett Mining Group, Scarlett Fund, and Scarlett Petroleum, all of which seem to be giants. And they all bear Scarlett's name, but Scarlett's personal shares are either single digits or one decimal place. No matter how high the company's valuation is, her personal assets are not much higher.

In the same way, Nanyi knows that the Wallenberg family can't understand that they hide their heads and show their tails. On the surface, the Wallenberg family can leverage two to three hundred billion U.S. dollars, but secretly they may not be able to take out this amount of cash.

As long as you have a bank in your hand, it is too easy to hide cash.

The deeper the understanding of this world, the more Nan Yi discovered that there are many hidden forces in this world. Many people, including Morgan and Rockefeller, know that these two families are big consortiums, but what kind of Dafa and how much money they have mastered? Who can say clearly?

...

The next day, the three of Nanyi boarded the plane.

In Mumbai, while concerned about the progress of the laboratory, Faraqui was studying the data of Ranbaxy Laboratory and Sun Pharmaceuticals.

The clinical trials of Viagra have been completed. It is impossible for Glorious Peacock to sit idle and do nothing. Anyway, Glorious Peacock is a biopharmaceutical company, so what if it does not produce some drugs.

No, the laboratory is developing several drugs that are not patented in India but have patents in other countries.

Research and development is not difficult, as there are ready-made formulas and research and development materials available. The difficulty is to study the technology and production costs of the production process. The purpose of producing drugs is to make money. Drugs that are less expensive.

Faraque does not need to do research and development by himself. His main job is to buy shares in Indian counterparts. One is to hitch a ride and drink some soup.

Third Biopharmaceutical has spent several years and invested a large sum of money to finally develop a drug. If it is imitated by others and seizes the market by itself, is there any reason? And the law?

But there is no way. India introduced the "Patent Law" in 1970, which transformed the product patent protection inherited from the colonial period into process patent protection; it stipulates that "only the pharmaceutical process is protected, not the pharmaceutical ingredients", and food, drug etc. Only process patents are granted, not product patents.

Subsequently, the Indian government also promulgated strict drug price fixing laws and other laws and regulations that restricted the production and sales capabilities of foreign pharmaceutical companies in India.

Under the Technology Patent Act, Indian pharmaceutical companies can imitate and produce any drug at will. A drug approved by the US FDA can see generic drugs in the Indian market in only three months.

With the protection of the law, if you want to sue your Indian counterparts, you will not win. To deal with them, you can only defend first, and kill the danger in the cradle before they start imitating, or tie everyone together and become your own.

Nanyi has always been kind to others, and has always been a man with the mentality of "I will go to hell if I don't go to hell". It's better to be friends if you don't want to kill this kind of thing.

No, Faraque is worrying about uniting all forces that can be united.

The weather was too hot, and Faraque, who was sitting in the air-conditioned room, still felt his mind buzzing. He put down the materials, picked up a red flat iron box on the table, opened the lid, and picked a little bit of butter in the box with his little finger. Generally solid, wiped on both temples.

Suddenly, a cool feeling came into my mind, and I shivered suddenly.

Closing the lid of the tin box, Faraque took the tin box in his hand and muttered: "Good stuff, really good stuff, this stuff will definitely sell well in India, contact Ming, and find a pharmaceutical company in China for cooperation. Production must be organized here in Mumbai."

Faraque had already read the ingredient list of cool oil. It is not difficult to make this product, and there is no complicated manufacturing process at all. The key is that most of the raw materials in it are only available in Huaguo.

The Nanyi group took off from Paris at 2:00 p.m. and flew for nearly 10 hours. Due to the time difference, when they landed in Mumbai, it was around 3:30 a.m. Mumbai time the next day.

Entering August, India has become even hotter. Even in the early morning, the temperature is not too low, and the air is still full of muggy heat.

As soon as Sophie Marceau stepped out of the airport building, her neckline became wet.

"Adam, it's so hot here." Sophie Marceau twisted her neckline, shook it off a few times, and let the cool breeze pour in.

"Hold on, and you'll be fine in the car."

Nan Yi replied, sniffing his nose, he got a sour smell in his nose, this smell floated from the north, gathered perfume, spices, incense, flowers all the way, making the simple smell become very complicated.

Although it was early in the morning, Nanyi and the others landed at the wrong time. There happened to be a flight landing with them, Punjabis, Jats, Bengalis, Tamil Nadus, Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Sudras, etc. Skin color, various silhouettes and they walked side by side in the same direction.

As the crowd walked halfway, Nanyi and his party separated and walked in different directions. After walking for a while, they came to the parking place.

"BOSS."

When a few people came to the car, Pu Lan, who was already waiting there, greeted Nanyi.

"Pulan, thank you for letting you come here in the middle of the night."

"Not hard."

"It's too hot, get in the car and go back early."

As Nan Yi said, he opened the car door and invited Sophie Marceau and Marion to get in the car, and then got into the car by himself, and the three squeezed into the back seat together.

"GOT!"

Puran responded, raised his left hand and twirled his fingers in mid-air. The other female Dalit soldiers saw the gesture and got into the car one by one. After a while, the convoy started collectively.

After driving a certain distance, a bus spewed black smoke and panted heavily, passing through a group of porters and chasing Nanyi and their convoy.

The road from the airport to the intersection of Peacock Mountain Villa was a wide modern road at the beginning. Trees and shrubs were planted on both sides of the road, which was orderly and quite aesthetic. The two women looked at the scenery outside the window with great interest.

Then, the road began to narrow, the multi-lane became a single-lane, the trees on both sides disappeared, and a slum appeared in everyone's sight.

The lights of the slum flickered, reflecting its dark brown dune-like shape, pile after pile, before disappearing in the foul smoke beyond the horizon.

The extremely simple shelter is made of rags, shredded plastic pieces, shredded cardboard boxes, broken reeds, and bamboo strips. The sand dunes are next to each other, relying on each other to support them from lying down, and narrow and winding alleys pass through them. , In the messy and vast slums, I searched and couldn't find anything taller than a person.

Ten minutes ago it was a modern airport, full of glamor and beauty, and passengers had their own places to go, but a few kilometers away, there was a scene full of despair and dirt, which made people unacceptable for a while.

"Adam, these outside?"

Sophie Marceau looked away and looked at Nanyi in astonishment.

"Slums, they didn't exist when I left Mumbai." Nanyi also looked out the window, looking curiously at the new slums that appeared so quickly.

"Are they all poor people in Bombay?"

"It's not from Mumbai, it's farmers from other places. There should be some disaster somewhere else."

Nanyi guessed that many farmers have poured into Mumbai recently, and Dharavi couldn't digest the large number of people. It seems that a large "illegal settlement" will be born here again, but the settlement here should not last long.

This is one of the facades of Mumbai. The Mumbai City Hall should not tolerate the farmers living here for a long time. The forced demolition is a matter of time.

"Will they come here if there is a disaster?"

Nanyi explained to the two women the reason for the phenomenon in front of them, and then turned to look out the window, hoping that the slums could take a closer look.

There is a woman squatting wet at the "doorway", combing her black hair with her fingers; another woman is using a copper bowl to scoop up water to bathe a child; Holding a wooden stick, this is the watchman from India. He is responsible for patrolling the alleys at night. He is not only responsible for beating mice, but also cleaning up dead bodies, drunks and sick people;

There was another man with three ropes tied in his hand, followed by several goats, each with a red ribbon on the collar below the neck...

At three o'clock in the morning, there are still so many people in the slums who have not fallen asleep.

"Sleepy or not?"

Nan Yi retracted his gaze and turned to look at Sophie Marceau.

"Not sleepy, I'm very curious about this place, and want to go out and have a look as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, I have plenty of time to watch. Take a shower and sleep when you get home. I'll take you two to the city at night, and let you have a look at the rich side of Mumbai."

"Adam, are the north and south of Mumbai really two different worlds?" Marion asked.

"Yes, there is heaven on one side and hell on the other."

The car continued to drive, and the smooth traffic in the early morning allowed Nanyi and his party to return to Peacock Villa very quickly.

The magnificence of Peacock Villa did not shock the two women, but the bathing soup and phoenix bathing in fire in the central garden of the villa made them smile knowingly, especially Sophie Marceau gave Nanyi a comprehensible look.

Letting the two girls take a bath first, Nan Yi returned to the bedroom, checked the closet, put away Sayuri Hagiwara's clothes, and hid them in a relatively hidden cabinet.

When Nanyi went back last time, Sayuri Hagiwara also returned to Tokyo, otherwise Nanyi would not have thought of bringing Sophie Marceau to Mumbai.

Nanyi naturally thought about the blessings of Qiren, even if he gathered all his women under one roof, he could sort out the relationship, but he knew very well that he should not deceive others too much. The ostriches in the sand, let them see the king again, that is the last excuse for their self-deception.

After cleaning up the bedroom, Nanyi took a shower in the bathroom next to the bedroom, took his slippers to the bedroom aisle, and took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator placed against the wall.

The kitchen was too far away, Nan Yi didn't want to drink saliva, so he asked the servant to run back and forth, so he simply installed a few refrigerators in the bedroom.

Standing in the aisle, taking a sip of water, Nan Yi beckoned to the left, and when Pu Lan came close, he led the people to the roof.

"The situation of Priyanka." After standing still on the roof, Nan Yi said.

"Everything is normal. Nine days ago, she and Saila Sharma secretly met, and Saila was disguised."

"After seeing it?"

"Priyanka's mood has improved noticeably, nothing else has changed."

"Where's that aggressive servant? His name is Sha, right?"

"Yes, he is still learning English very hard."

"Heh, at another time and place, I would appreciate his progress, but I can't do it here right now. Let's find a suitable excuse to get rid of him."

"clear."

After Nanyi and Pu Lan finished chatting, when they returned to the bedroom, Sophie Marceau was already lying on the bed, her hair was still wet.

"Why don't you dry your hair?"

"No, I didn't see a hair dryer." Sophie Marceau turned to lie down and said lazily, "Adam, I'm tired, help me."

"Um."

Nan Yi found out the hair dryer, plugged it in, picked up Sophie Marceau's hair and blown it.

Sophie Marceau brushed her hair from her eyes and said, "Adam, I'm not sleepy at all."

"I'm sleepy, and I can still sleep for three hours without touching my biological clock."

"Boring."

Sophie Marceau pouted.

"You really can't sleep. You can go around the villa by yourself, ride a horse, feed a cow."

"There are horses here?"

"have."

"Okay, I want to ride." Sophie Marceau sat up excitedly.

"Can ride?"

"Of course." Sophie Marceau pulled Nanyi's handcuff away, "Don't brag, I'm going to ride a horse now."

"Hmm, go out and find Pu Lan, she will take you to the stables, since you don't sleep, don't bother me for three hours, OK?"

"OK!"

I went to bed at 5:30, and at 9:00, Nanyi was already sitting by the lakeside of Peacock Lake, drinking soy milk and eating fried dough sticks with flatbread.

Before, Nanyi thought that he could eat Western food for a year or so, but he was a little bored after eating it for a month in a row. Southerners.

In the morning, order flatbread fried dough sticks, and drink a half bowl of soy milk, which will warm your stomach.

"BOSS."

"Ah, Faraque, is there anything wrong with coming here so early?"

"I have an idea that I want to talk to you about." Faraque walked across to Nanyi and sat down.

"Speaking."

Faraque took out cooling oil from his briefcase and put it on the table, "Boss, I hope Glorious Peacock can produce this product. It will definitely sell well in India, and it can also be exported to many tropical countries."

Nan Yi glanced at the cooling oil on the table, and the image of Lai Biao immediately appeared in his mind. With a sneer, he nodded affirmatively, "Faraque, this is a good idea."

The temperature here in India is too high, and death from heatstroke is common. Nanyi complained that his mind was a little rigid. After staying in India for so long, he never thought of this.