"Okay, everyone, let me get straight to the point. After all, I have been a fan of Glass Slag since StarCraft in 1998."

Ning Zimo took the initiative to express his good feelings, which made Alan Aide and the other two people suddenly feel happy when they heard it.

Satisfied with the reactions of the three people, Ning Zimo continued, "I like Glass Slag very much because I think Glass Slag has become a company with a very rich cultural heritage through its accumulation over the past few years.

Therefore, as a fan of Glass Slag, I am very determined that after I get rich, I will take back the shares that you have dispersed from a money-grubbing group and concentrate them in my own hands. In this way, I not only realize my dream, but also make money.

Get more money.”

More money?

How much more?

$5.6 billion is not enough!!!

How old is he to be so rich?

The three founders of Glass Slag looked at each other in confusion.

They felt that the major shareholder across from him had a nonchalant look on his face when he talked about acquiring his company.

That's 900 million. Telling him that was as easy as going downstairs and buying a big bottle of Coke?

Ning Zimo saw all the changes in the application of the founder of Glass Slag, and immediately found it very interesting.

But he still has important things to do.

"I'm here this time, on the one hand, to meet with you, and on the other hand, to discuss with you how to allow you to develop freely?"

As soon as Ning Zimo said this, Frank's arm resting on the table shook unconsciously. Michael's body beside him was even slightly trembling.

Free development?

What does this mean?

Alan Aide not only noticed the actions of his two friends in his peripheral vision, but he was also a little unsure.

"Sorry," Alan Aide couldn't help but pause. He adjusted and continued to ask, "Ning, what do you mean by self-development?"

Seeing that he mentioned the word "freedom", the three people opposite him finally relaxed. Ning Zimo kept the slight smile on his lips and said:

"Starting from "Diablo" in 1997, "StarCraft" was created in 1998, and then "Warcraft 3: Reign of Chaos" was launched in 2002. Glass Slag finally has three real blizzard brands.

culture."

Standing up and walking out, Ning Zimo said softly, "I feel that your journey has not been easy!"

Alan Ed suddenly felt that his nose was a little sore and couldn't help but want to move it, but found that Michael beside him was rubbing his nose faster than him, so he could only grin at Ning Zimo.

He didn't have time to think about how the young major shareholder saw this, but this sentence really touched him deeply. It also made him feel that the young man opposite him was no longer so strange, and seemed to have become very close.

"I admire people who insist on doing what they want to do for ten years. This is a very valuable quality. I think I know better than anyone else how you put your works into the glass slag to this day.

Care like a child.

So what I mean by free development is that my shares in Glass Slag are just an investment, a guaranteed investment that allows you to continue to create good works. This guarantee comes from me.

Let’s start today by walking into Glass Slag’s office.”

Ning Zimo's face was indifferent, but he expressed his meaning very clearly. As his topic unfolded, the faces of Allen and the three of them became rosy, and their expressions looked even more unbelievable.

That's 900 million, 900 million US dollars.

If you throw this money away, everyone will have to find their own sense of existence.

But what did this young man say?

Isn’t it incredible?

Why?

Facing the confused look of the three people, Ning Zimo smiled and added, "My investment will grant you the greatest degree of freedom in your projects, including the establishment and direction of the project, the appointment and dismissal of personnel, etc., except for what you want."

I want nothing more than to gather the best talents to produce the best work."

After walking for two steps, Ning Zimo stood still, spread his hands and said to the three of them:

"This is the biggest purpose for me, a fan of glass slag, to make this investment."

Seeing the young man, Allen came back from the shock, twisted his somewhat "stiff" neck and looked at his other two partners.

But he found that his two partners were doing the same movements as him. Even the expressions on their faces were the same as what he wanted to express in his heart.
Chapter completed!