Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 317: The Boss is a Bird?

Chapter 317: Chapter 317: The Boss is a Bird?

"How much is he selling his mine for? Have you ever estimated how much revenue we’d receive after deducting taxes, labor costs, and various other expenses?" Yusuf Zuck was also very tempted, but he was still afraid of being deceived.

"He’s prepared to sell it for seven hundred million US dollars, and I’ve also organized experts to estimate the gross value of the mine’s production. As you mentioned, after subtracting everything, we could at least make a profit of sixteen or seventeen hundred million US dollars. Of course, this would be over a period of more than three years."

"Sixteen or seventeen hundred million?" Yusuf Zuck inhaled sharply, that’s over ten billion yuan.

"So how much funding can you provide right now?" Yusuf Zuck asked further.

"Less than thirty billion, so I’ve come back to the home country to raise investments!" Ma Pangzi said with a wry smile.

"That means you are nearly twenty billion short of the funds needed to gather seven hundred million US dollars?"

"More than twenty billion. By the time you give the seven hundred million US dollars to them, there will still be a lot of follow-up investment to make—maintenance for the smelting plant’s machinery, wages for the miners, and various processing fees and so on. That’s why I need to raise at least a thirty billion yuan shortfall this trip home!"

"Of course, after three years, I guarantee we’ll rake in a hefty profit!"

"If I scrape together everything I have, it would also be around thirty billion. But after collecting this thirty billion, I’d really be out of money. Also, I’m planning to buy out the place across the street!"

"Buy out the place across." Ma Pangzi looked in the direction pointed out by him and then saw the New Century Hotel.

"You’re buying out that kind of hotel? Just for fun? If you spend more than ten billion to buy it, have you calculated how many years it would take to recoup your investment? It’s not as quick as my gold mine, but brother, you’re impressive to have thirty billion on hand?"

"I’ve had some big expenses these past few months, or else it would be nearly forty billion!" Yusuf Zuck had made six hundred and forty million in America in one go, which was almost forty billion yuan when converted.

"Brother, join me in this venture. We’ll split the profits fifty-fifty. Three years, and the two of us will definitely become billionaires. Your investment in that hotel could take more than ten years to pay off!"

"Heh, I’ll consider it first. Also, if I do join you, I’ll have to send someone to inspect the site. Otherwise, if we get swindled, both of us will have to jump off a building."

"That’s for certain. This time I’m coming back, I will also organize a legal team and some domestic mining experts to do another thorough inspection. With an investment of several billion, how could we take it lightly? Without absolute certainty, I would not make a move!"

"When will you be leaving?" Yusuf Zuck asked.

"Of course, the sooner, the better. It would be best to settle everything before the Spring Festival so that right after the holiday, we can recruit a large number of workers to start work directly. Once work begins, money will start pouring in, emerging non-stop from the ground."

"Alright, just let me know when you’re leaving, and then I’ll send someone to scout it out with you." Yusuf Zuck nodded.

"What about you? Aren’t you going?" Ma Pangzi asked, puzzled.

"I can’t go right now, I’m working as someone else’s driver..."

"Pfft..." Ma Pangzi spat out a mouthful of tea and his eyes widened in shock: "Who’s got the clout to make you their driver? That’s amazing, huh?"

"Heh, my woman." Yusuf Zuck chuckled.

"Fine, sending someone is also okay, but make sure it’s someone you can trust." Ma Pangzi advised.

"I know." Yusuf Zuck nodded, and after chatting for a while longer, they left the beef noodle restaurant. Yusuf Zuck parked his car in the open-air parking lot outside the hotel, while Ma Pangzi drove away.

After parking the car, as Yusuf Zuck walked towards the drivers’ quarters, he dialed Marlon Shepherd again.

As soon as the call connected, Marlon Shepherd said with a wry smile: "Boss, don’t rush me, the budget results are out. Additionally, after the discounted valuation, the forty-nine percent shares will cost more than nine hundred million, at least nine hundred million!"

"That much?" Yusuf Zuck was startled and exclaimed.

"Yes."

"Hmm, I got it, but there’s one more thing!" Yusuf Zuck thought for a moment and then said, "Within these few days, find some lawyers who understand Australian law, and some experts in minerals, mainly gold mining experts. Get ready, because in a few days you may need to lead a team to Australia."

"Someone introduced me to a mining business, so you’ll lead the team to inspect its authenticity, to see if it’s feasible to mine, and so on. Anyway, you will have to give this matter your full attention from now on!"

"Boss, I’m getting married soon, and it’s almost Chinese New Year. Can I get married first?"

"Right, you are getting married before Chinese New Year, right?" Yusuf Zuck couldn’t help but smile wryly, "Then forget it, I won’t send you abroad to make trouble!"

"Then whom will you send?" Marlon Shepherd asked.

"No one’s going, I only trust you; the others won’t do, so we won’t pursue this deal!"

"No, no, no, we can’t let my personal marriage affect your chance to make big money. Look, there’s still nearly a month until my wedding. If we can leave in the next few days, I think I can be back in half a month, so it won’t delay the wedding! There’s no choice since you’re my boss; I’ve sold my life to you!"

"Mhm, mhm, then I’m really counting on you. I’ll send a couple of sharp people to go with you." Yusuf Zuck chuckled heartily, knowing that as long as Marlon Shepherd returned the day before the wedding, it wouldn’t disrupt anything. He could manage all the pre-wedding arrangements for him within the country.

After hanging up with Marlon Shepherd, Yusuf Zuck then called Samuel Ross, ordering him and Grey Petty to find Ember Vance with their IDs, so she could process their passports.

Samuel Ross agreed over the phone and then hastily hung up.

Ember Vance had an uncle in the department, and she had previously processed Yusuf Zuck’s passport, so she was the right person to help with this favor.

He wanted Samuel Ross and Grey Petty to go; Samuel was steady in handling matters and could discern good from bad people just by looking, making him suitable to check whether that so-called Chinese playboy was a swindler.

Grey Petty practiced judo, so he could serve as Marlon Shepherd’s protection. Others might run into trouble, but Marlon Shepherd absolutely couldn’t, especially since he was about to get married. He had to return in one piece.

"If the Australian project really takes off, then right now I’m looking at a funding gap of over nine hundred million dollars!" Yusuf Zuck had spent quite a bit of money these days, but with the funds from Miles O’brien, he could still muster up thirty billion dollars.

And he didn’t only want to succeed with the Australian project; he also wanted to acquire the New Century Hotel, which meant he was facing a deficit of at least nine hundred million dollars.

Of course, dividends from two banks were also due this month, but he still didn’t know how much, so he had to prepare and find ways to earn more money.

Though he was very, very wealthy, suddenly he felt like it wasn’t enough!

And just as Yusuf Zuck sat in the driver’s room pondering how to fill this nine hundred million dollar funding gap, the door to the driver’s room was pushed open.

It was the boss, Herman Holloway.

Since it was nearly time to clock off, there were only two or three people in the driver’s room; the rest were nowhere to be seen.

After Herman Holloway came in and scanned the room, he smiled and said, "Yusuf Zuck, you’re the only one, come on, drive me to Tianjin. Little Wang has been sent on another errand by me, and there’re no drivers available."

"Boss Herman, I don’t have the time." Yusuf Zuck stood up politely, shaking his head, "I have to drive Ms. Wilcox soon; she just notified me."

Herman Holloway’s eyebrows lifted, "No problem, I’ll give Ms. Wilcox a call in a bit. It’s urgent in Tianjin, all else is trivial."

A multitude of ’grass mud horses’ galloped through Yusuf Zuck’s mind; Herman Holloway was definitely doing this on purpose. There were other idle drivers he could use, but he insisted on using him, especially for a trip to Tianjin. Going to and from there would probably mean he couldn’t return until midnight, so how could he possibly agree to go?

"After I drive Ms. Wilcox, I have personal matters to attend to, so it’s best if you find someone else," Yusuf Zuck said, sitting back down. This time he really wasn’t giving Herman Holloway any face.

Boss? What sort of boss is that? Just who the hell does he think he is?