After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire

Chapter 454 Business Banquet (2)

Chapter 454 Business Banquet (2)

Bills Jones drew an obvious smile.

Hannah's remark did renew his impression of her. The beauty of the woman before was not her only

noticeable feature, but her wisdom.

Sawyer's e-commercial platform did disappoint Bills, for its operational mode was quite traditional.

Such an old way, coming from the conventional real industry, was rigid for this emerging industry.

Sawyer would not have been Bill's choice, if he had any other options in Northfield, any bigger than

Sawyer.

However, the only way to enter Northfield's market was to rely on a local group.

Gazing at her, Bills said, "As per my previous survey of Northfield, Sawyer has an incomparable

domestic e-commerce platform. So I wonder what makes your ambition to work with me."

"The Bead chain e-commerce platform. This is a local e-commerce platform newly acquired by Cooper.

If you are interested, you can get more information about it. Compared to the colossal Sawyer's,

owning a fund of up to 2 billion, this is, of course, a small one, with a worth of only 5 million for its

market capitalization. That is the existing disadvantage that I cannot hide from you, but it does have

some incompatible Sawyer cannot offer. Since this is a brand new platform, we can make it a perfect fit

as you wish. This is not what Sawyer can provide, for years of its operation make Sawyer difficult to

custom a mode that you need, which will make a great difference. Besides, Bead chain has a powerful

backup, Cooper, which can endow it with enough capital to grow. Last but not least, it has remarkable

potential, for its fan base soared from 200 thousand to 2 million in a week."

A reasonable analysis was decently delivered in detail by Hannah. With a confident smile, she

continued, "More about Sawyer, after a thorough investigation, you will find the recent status of

Sawyer's capital flow. As a moral competitor, I cannot leak more here. But as capable as you, you can

find out whatever you want."

Bills just kept his smile without any response.

Businessmen were always as sly as foxes. Each of them wore a poker face. No one could find a hint of

their mind until they made a decision and let go of the clues.

Hannah knew the harm from a too-much talk at the first time, which would unveil the talker's voracious

eagerness. So she rose from her seat gracefully and said, "I have to join my friends over there. Just

enjoy your time, Mr Jones."

"See you later." Bills nodded.

Harrison left with Tan.

Since the beginning of Hannah's talk, Charles had been watching her from a distance. His face turned

dark as the cloudy sky before a storm. As he knew, Hannah was going to snatch his project.

Did she think a tiny platform could rival his giant?

If she did think so, then she must be silly enough.

He stretched his suit and straightened his tie before his way to Bills, to ensure a perfect showing up.

Hannah must get no way to win, he swore.

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Guests enjoyed their social time in a grand and luxurious ballroom.

This was an important business banquet, attracting the celebrities, the wealthy, and high officials of

Northfield.

The first reason for the attendance at such balls was fame. The ticket to such an occasion was the

symbol of status, for only the important could receive an invitation. The second was to intensify their

social network. Under the same terms, acquaintances would be more possible to win a deal.

No one would miss it.

Hannah was busy in greeting and introducing Tan Laurier to the heads of the business.

Tan started his chat with the leaders modestly.

That was a busy ball, while Susan just stayed at the corner, boring. To her surprise, Hannah felt at ease

when dealing with those serious uncles. If she were Hannah, she would not have survived for 2

minutes.

She shifted her sight to Henry, the man who was busy with his social time, which seemed to be out of

his character. She wondered when he was not what he used to be. But Henry was still the one, so

considerate, worrying the ball was too boring for her and having her wait in the corner. And he would

pick her up when things were done.

Susan sighed. Everyone seemed to advance steadily, except her. She lowered her head and began to

swipe her phone, to ease her sense of loss. To escape back home was what she desired at that

moment. But she did not want to leave Henry here alone, just like abandoning him, which was the last

option she would choose.

She could read his loneliness which brought him more desire for warm accompanies than others. So

focusing on the phone was the only thing she could do.

"Hi, Susan," a familiar female voice suddenly called.

Susan frowned. Impatience crept on her face at hearing the voice.

That was Martina, a skunk. She hated this woman from the bottom of her heart. It used to be a puzzle

for her why Charles, such a "good" man, had such a sister like Martina. And here the puzzle was clear.

They were families.

"What's up?" Susan asked unpleasantly.

"I come to warn you just stay away from Manuel for you have been divorced."

"This is none of your business," Susan said rudely.

"As his girlfriend, I have the right to let anyone like you stay away from him," Martina announced for her

sovereignty.

That pissed Susan off. But there was no space for her to talk back. It was natural for a girl to be

possessive about her boyfriend.

Resuming her gazing at Henry who was not far, for the woman before made her sick, Susan said

peacefully, "When did I badger with him?"

"So why did you come to Manuel's flat that midnight?" Martina interrogated.

"I came for my luggage. Was I disrupting you?" Susan mocked.

That night was recollected in her mind.

"I don't want to see you any more in Manuel's flat." Martina threatened.

"No worry. I won't," Susan glanced at her and added, "It smells disgusting for a place that you ever

sleep."

"Susan Phillips!" Martina was irritated, with her whole face red.

"Hey! Watch your image." Susan reminded and satirized, "It's not worthy to unveil your mask for me,

since you have been wearing it for years."

"Fine." Martina retorted disdainfully. She passed by Susan.

Her appearance was not only to warn but also to flaunt. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

She did have a boyfriend too, and hers was much better than Manuel, Susan thought.

Manuel was boring. The woman was unfortunate enough to have such a dull boyfriend like him. But

Susan was a bit annoyed and she didn't know why. She was distraught and nothing could help.

Henry was still enjoying his social time. So after a thought, she sent him a message, saying, "I am sick

a bit, so I make my way home first. Enjoy your time."

The message flew off. Susan left the banquet hall.

She could not recollect since when the world seemed less interesting to her.