American Fortune Life

London Financial City Canary Pier.

Andy's pedestrian motorcade stopped on the empty pier, walked off, some cool sea breeze blew up, Andy's suit was tightly fitted, his tie flew, a little grinning, his hairstyle was also blown a little walked, and he couldn't help but slightly wrinkled his eyebrows.

“Boss, that's Joe Lewis' luxury indulgent yacht, his floating office and gallery, and he spends months on the boat every year touring the world doing business. He brings his most cherished collections with him, including those of Lucian Floyd, Gustave Clint, Paul Cézanne and Picasso. Only guests he cares about will be invited aboard. ”

David Dunn saw a slightly upset look on the part of the young boss and quickly explained, "Don't get me wrong. After all, Joe Lewis really valued Andy's meeting.

Andy looked at the five-story white yacht not far away and nodded slightly, for which he also darkened his mouth. The old man was really capable of being forced to travel around the sea with hundreds of millions of pounds of art. Nima was not afraid to recruit pirates to rob him.

“Boss, the old man who comes first is Joe Lewis. ”

“Well, come on, let's go meet Joe Lewis, the invisible billionaire foreign-exchange scavenger, hoping for a good outcome today. ”

Andy had a bright smile on his face, and he took the lead, walking across the street to the crowd, and David Dunn quickly followed.

“Hello, Mr. Lewis. I'm Andy Smith. It's a pleasure to meet you.” After all, he was almost 70 years old, and Andy's etiquette was very well placed, and he reached out and greeted the elderly three steps away.

Large, bright forehead with thick brows and a pair of golden filament glasses. Although the skin on his face is very relaxed and wrinkled due to his age, the old man looks and spirits very well.

“Hello, Mr. Smith, nice to meet you. What an amazing age and accomplishment. Welcome to London. Please, I've prepared good blue mountain coffee and black tea and hope you enjoy it.” Joe Lewis, looking at the handsome young man in front of you, whether he looks like you, his temperament or his manners, is a real proud son.

“Thank you, please.” Andy smiled slightly, stretching out his hand to make an inviting gesture, then walked side-by-side with Joe Lewis to the luxury yacht.

“This is my Aviva, and I drive it around the ocean every year, and it's my office, and it gives me more vitality at sea.” Joe Lewis smiled and introduced Andy to the four-story luxury yacht in front of him.

Andy smiled, and he looked at this Lewis file, knowing that he had emigrated to the Bahamas in 1979 for tax evasion, precisely from the Caribbean countries, where he had transformed his millions of dollars into billionaires through financial technology.

“It's beautiful. I also ordered a new yacht a while back, the fastest I could get to 29 knots, and I look forward to driving it on the waves at sea.” Andy smiled.

“Wow, that's great, young man speed, haha, looks like we have a great topic, come on, I'll show you my floating office and gallery, maybe inspire you to decorate the interior space of the yacht... ”

A traveler boarded a luxury yacht and Andy began to tour the entire yacht space in the glory of Lewis, the old man.

“This is Picasso painting her own young Qing woman Marie's habit of" Dream... "”

Andy looked at the many precious artworks and paintings hanging in the room and couldn't help but sigh inside, what a moving treasure trove. Even a man who doesn't know much about art can guess how many paintings here cost tens of millions of dollars each.

Andy was able to figure out why they didn't auction off to ease the cash crisis and sell the football club instead.

For Joe Lewis, the Jewish businessman, these works of art are his treasure, his hobby, many of them uncut, measured in terms of price, and as for football, he never asked about the club's affairs, he just regarded football as an investment, a business, which was also the general intention of Jewish consortia to run football clubs.

Skinny Levi was in a complicated mood, his expression was a little gray, he looked at Blue Mountain Coffee, he had a cigar on his finger, he talked about Andy and Lewis, and he couldn't help but sigh.

David Dunn, sitting beside Levy, couldn't help but laugh, as the UK super boss with the economy second only to Abu, a forex trader with billions of pounds of assets, was a handshake who never asked about club affairs.

However, this does not mean that Levi, one of the rightful leaners, can do for YU, whose football is the business philosophy as well as ENIC's speculation, especially on the road to building a continental organization, the Levi dynasty, the uncertainty of chess, the frequent coma, and the loss of patience of this Joe Lewis.

To be honest, given the complex competition situation and the glorious tradition of century-old stores, Levi was unable to overrun the talent market like Da Costa, Castro and Pozo, but that did not affect his determination and ruthlessness in selling star players.

As one of the first World Championships to win British honor on the European battlefield, for three decades only the League Cup has been able to talk about the * * awkward situation that makes the spike more sensitive and fragile, and Levi's speculators missed the opportunity to make the spike big and strong.

This is an underlying problem that requires time to operate. Don't look at Andy's lack of understanding of soccer. For his young boss, David Dunn admires it immensely. Mostly Andy's employees are more than a lot of club owners.

In Andy's words, “I don't know, but I can hire the best people in the field to help me, the money, the power, the trust I can give to each other, and if I can't, I can't hire enough people! ”

“Ever since David's solicitation to buy Hot Spurs on your behalf, White Deer Lane has become one of the UK's most prominent, even more popular than Arsenal, who is competing for shares, and Fleet Street's questioning of this acquisition of Hot Spurs has been overwhelming, because for David's reasons, the media has added a lot of other factors, what enemies are dead, what revenge, what conspiracy theory, it's so lively.

Football is just a business for me, nothing special. I'm not that Russian, I don't throw money for football. Every summer, hot fans and some media want me to contribute generously to the Golden Won football war, which I'm not interested in.

I've always thought that if you succeed, one of the rewards for your success is to enjoy it quietly. Now, my name appears in the paper almost every day, and it's not my favorite life, Andy, and we need to find a balance and get this deal done as soon as possible, don't you think? ”

Andy's smile on his face was still so sunny that he nodded softly and said he understood each other's meaning. He also knew the old man's low-key style across the street. Joe Lewis was definitely a low-key invisible millionaire, but since joining the main hot stab, every hot stab score was not ideal, and he was pulled out of his mouth by the media every summer during the transition. It was widely felt in the media that it was he and Levi's nerves who buried the team personally, that Levi interfered too much with the lead coach, and that the player deal was huge, which had nothing to do with his Lewis' only kinship and letting go.

He is also helpless with these delusional disasters, but Levi's achievements are still commendable, at least in the current ranking of the Hot Spurs Club, where the market value has increased substantially.

“Mr. Lewis, you know, the negotiations are at an impasse because of the club valuation, and the team's liabilities cannot be ignored, and even putting aside plans for the new stadium in the future will require expansion of White Deer Lane, which will require a lot of investment. To me, investing in the British Super Club is also a business, and the business needs to consider all aspects of costs. After all, British Super has only one Abu, right? ”

Andy wouldn't forget some good things about each other's hospitality and relationships, so he didn't lack that kind of money, but £40 million wasn't enough for him to do a lot of things.