Chapter 297: Chapter 297

Chapter 297 The Negotiations

"Hey." Martin James picks up the phone.

"Are you Martin James putting? To introduce myself, my name is Winston Birrell, the chairman of the Birrell Group, Winston Birrell, the father of Edwiin Birrell. "There was a slightly hoarse voice on the phone.

"It turned out to be Winston Birrell, I don't know if you called me." Martin James said flatly.

"I'd like to meet you, talk about something, let's find a coffee shop and have an appointment. How is it?" Winston Birrell said.

"Not for that video, Edwiin Birrell, right?" Martin James flashed a smile.

Martin James has been following the video since yesterday's reception, but none of the media outlets have exposed Edwin Birrell's video of the reception.

Martin James knew that the media that went to film yesterday must have been sealed by The Birrell Family.

However, Martin James has a copy in his hand, and Martin James could post it online whenever he wants.

"Martin James. You're really smart, guess what, yes, just for that video."

"There are no eternal friends and enemies in the mall, only eternal interests, and I think we can talk about that video in front of us." Winston Birrell said.

"If you want to talk to me, come to the Gold Building!" Martin James said flatly.

"Gold Building? Isn't that appropriate? We made an appointment with a coffee shop, which was good for everyone." Winston Birrell said.

"I'm sorry. Now you want to talk to me, you are not qualified to talk to me about the conditions, if you do not want to come, then you do not have to talk, I go back to post the video online." Martin James said flatly.

After Martin James had finished. Just hang up the phone.

The Birrell Family Estate.

"The bastard hung up on me!"

Winston Birrell saw Martin James hang up the phone, and his face became sumptuous.

"Winston, what did he say? Is he going to meet you?" Edwiin Birrell asked.

"He asked me to go to gold building and talk." Winston Birrell said coldly.

"What?" Edwin Birrell's face changed.

The Gold Building, the headquarters of the Gold Group, was clearly a risky place to go.

"So, what do we do now?" Edwiin Birrell asked.

"I can only go to the meeting him, although go to Gold headquarters some adventure, but in the current situation, Gold is completely afraid to take me how, if I do not go, I am afraid he really thought I was afraid." Winston Birrell said, peek.

On the other side, after Kama Sandy had put things in the lakeside mansion, Martin James drove her to the Gold Building and arranged for her to join.

It wasn't long before Martin James received the news that Winston Birrell had arrived at gold.

Martin James had to lament that Winston Birrell was still a bit bold and really came.

Martin James asked the security guard to take him to his office, but Martin James didn't rush to see him.

Martin James in his office.

Winston Birrell's face was somtonless because he had been sitting here for twenty minutes.

"Martin James, when is he coming!" Winston Birrell asked Secretary Kama Sandy with his face on her face.

"Mr. Birrell, we Mr. James are busy, and he says he'll be there as soon as he's done with what's in his hands." Kama Sandy said.

"Well, I think he did it on purpose." Winston Birrell said coldly.

The top floor of the Gold Building. In grande's office with Morgan Gracie.

"Martin, how long are you going to see him? " Morgan Gracie asked with a smile.

"Let's hang him out for half an hour." Martin James said with a cup of coffee.

" Winston Birrell has always been proud, by you this hanging, certainly angry to death." Morgan Gracie laughs.

"Who made him beg me now?" Martin James said with a laugh.

After another ten minutes, Martin James got up and walked to the office.

Martin James in his office.

Martin James pushed the door and hurried into the office.

"Mr. Birrell, I'm sorry, I'm busy at work. I've called you a long time." Martin James walked. said.

"Martin James, you're busy, I don't know if you're really busy or fake." Winston Birrell snorted coldly.

In the room, Martin James had walked across from Winston Birrell and sat down.

Martin James glanced, and Winston Birrell, with his beard and short hair, was unflinky and a full-on gesture.

"Mr. Birrell, how does our Gold coffee taste compared to your Birrell Group?" Martin James said with a laugh.

"Martin, let's talk about the right thing, my son's video, you make a price and sell it to me." Winston Birrell leaned back on the chair, Dominic Wright said.

"Your son lost three billion dollars to me at the reception yesterday, and the contract is here before he gives it to me. Let's talk about it first."

Martin James said, taking out the contract and putting it on the table.

"Three billion, I'll transfer money to you now." Winston Birrell said.

After all, there was a contract, even if there was no video thing. The Birrell Family also had to pay the money, otherwise it wouldn't only have to pay the money but would damage the reputation of the Birrell Family.

For Winston Birrell, it was also a big expense. But who let his son lose yesterday?

Soon, Winston Birrell completed the transfer via mobile phone transfer.

Martin James received a text message alert, took out the phone to see, it was the collection reminder, the collection of 3 billion, the balance increased to more than six billion.

Martin James took $2 billion to Gold when Gold was crushed, leaving Martin James with just over $3 billion left.

"Okay, this contract is yours."

Martin James received a transfer reminder when the contract was about to be lost to Winston Birrell.

Winston Birrell took over the contract and continued:

"Now, you can say it. How much would you like to sell me that video?"

"10 billion."

Martin James gave a thumbs up.

If the video were to sell for $10 billion, Martin James would certainly be willing to sell it.

Make a video can make 10 billion, this deal, simply make a profit, by investing in starting a company to make 10 billion, absolutely to spend a lot of time and energy, but also not necessarily earn so much.

"10 billion? You robbed!"

Winston Birrell patted the table, got up, and his face was filled with anger.

The Birrell Family was powerful, but not as big a business as Morgan Gracie, and the Birrell Group was not as valuable as Gold.

Just taking that three billion, has let Winston Birrell bleed, take another 10 billion, would definitely let the entire Birrell Group through the bone, or even to sell some industry.

"Up to a billion! That's the limit I can bear! A video can make you a billion dollars, you can steal fun." Winston Birrell said coldly.

"Is that what you don't have to talk about? Then you go, I'm busy, too "

After Martin James had finished. Get up and leave.

When Martin James walked to the door.

"Wait a minute! Billion! This is really the limit!" Winston Birrell gritted his teeth.

"Nine billion! This is also the lowest limit I can accept." Martin James said flatly.

"Nine billion?" Are you kidding me?"

"So, I pay the last price, three billion, I can never be higher, otherwise that video you send out, I can't ask the team PR whitewash!" Winston Birrell gritted his teeth.

Martin James smiled coldly. "Can you please team PR, can't I ask team anti-PR? 9 billion, I can't be any lower!"

Winston Birrell took a long breath and said.

" Count you hard. Four billion! It's definitely my limit, a dime can't be higher to my Birrell Family's finances that's the limit number!"

"Since it can't be any higher, that's not to talk about it?" Goodbye. I'm not going to give it away!" Martin James said.

Martin James closed the office door and walked out of the office.

"Damn it!"

Winston Birrell saw Martin James really leave, and his face turned red.

After thinking, Winston Birrell got up and chased him out.

Who made him not want that video to flow out? Otherwise, his son's reputation stinks, and it stinks all his life.

Outside the office.

"Martin James, five billion! This is the limit!" Winston Birrell yelled at Martin James' back.

"Nine billion!" Martin James said flatly.

"I've been raising the price again, and you can't you have any less?" Winston Birrell said viciously.

"Well, then I'll be a little less, 8.9 billion." Martin James said.

"Wow!"

When Winston Birrell heard Martin James, the gas almost spewed out blood, and Martin James was a billion dollars less?

"You have such a lion big opening, there is no need to talk about it, go!"

Winston Birrell immediately took his entourage and turned to leave angrily.

"Mr. Birrell, I'll give it up again. 8 billion." Martin James turned his head and spoke.

Winston Birrell, who was leaving, stopped.

"Six billion, the last time I raised the price, if I raised the price for a dime today, my Winston Birrell name would be written upside down!"

Winston Birrell finished. Continue to walk away.