Supercapitalist Page #7

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It's not the same without you, bro.

Yeah, but, you know...

I think it's gonna be an all-nighter.

You sure?

I'm positive.

Thanks.

Everything's all right?

Yeah, really, next time.

OK.

OK, I think I've finished copying.

F***, but there's no...

You gonna need someone at Fei and Chang

to match the transaction numbers.

F***.

Beautiful.

Hey, what you're doing, mate?

I've been crackling on marble...

Conner can't find his notebook.

What notebook?

Oh, he said he left it

in your office.

Get off me.

Let him go.

We need to talk.

Talking is so blas.

Bla bla bla..

You Americans love to talk.

- Look, Richard...

- You look,

You want to stay,

then you put your blood money where your mouth is.

Fine.

Doesn't it feel much better?

Money...

Wealth...

Fortune.

Conner, who cares?

Your Western philosophy is the one

with the most toys with.

But can't you see?

Not this time.

Mr. American, not this time.

We all lose.

I know we haven't seen eye-to-eye.

But I can help you.

I just need to match these records

with your financial data to get evidence on

who's making short trades on your company.

And why should I listen to you now?

Suddenly you care about helping my company?

I don't give a sh*t about your company.

- Mr. Chow...

- Don't even say his name!

Mr. Chow is dead!

Don't you...

even say his name!

All in.

I fold.

Flip it.

You're sure you want to do this?

If you're not gambling, you're not living.

OK, I'm...

I'm going to check on this.

Come on, come on.

No...

No... I'm not going in a closet!

F***ers, get over here!

You're so American.

You're the blind leading the blind.

What do you know about family, Mr. Lee?

I'm so scared.

So scared.

No. No. No.

[Conner screaming]

For the last 5 years.

What about Asia?

Well, we got a guy set up in Hong Kong.

Real smart, knows his stuff.

That's him right now.

Yeah?

We create events.

You're all right?

Why?

Why?

Why what?

You used me!

Yeah, I did.

Michael?

He's pushing for the poison pill, this whole time.

They're finally gonna go through with it.

Stock price will drop and our short positions

will far out-do your buy positions.

We're going to make

$500 million guaranteed.

$500 million? $500 f***ing million?

Who f***ing cares!

This is not a game, Quentin!

Oh, it's all a game.

You played like a champ.

All those letters you wrote,

the auditors, the press,

it's all part of it.

Come on, Conner.

It's easier to make the stock price go down

than make it go up, isn't it?

And besides,

who really loses?

Mr. Chow!

Was he a f***ing number to you?

Yeah, that's...

Why'd you f***ing do it, man?

Easy, bro.

It's not I want to take him out, I can't help that.

That's right.

Check your facts.

Mark would never let this f***ing happen.

- Mark?

- Yeah, Mark!

It was his idea to send you

out here in the first place.

Aww...

You thought you had friends?

You ain't got no

motherfucking friends!

I was your friend!

You got my back, right, bro, huh?

You chicken sh*t!

You piece of sh*t!

Come on! Come on!

Aww... Ouch..

That must have hurt, huh?

You want a piece, Conner?

That's right.

Missed.

Hoo...aah!

What world were you living in

that you thought

you could beat me?

Me?

Look at me.

This is my city!

You're supposed to be my boy.

Instead you're gonna be my b*tch!

Hey, Quentin.

Du Lei Lo Mo.

No.

You're the one who's f***ed!

Ah... well, look!

Your boyfriend came to rescue you.

Enough!

Hey, Rich, what's up with you?

Came to rescue this

pretty piece of ass?

Well, I tell you what. You can have it

after I've finished kicking the sh*t out of it.

Until then,

it's none of your f***ing business.

Interesting use of words.

There's one thing you

haven't learned, Quentin.

That there are some things that are

more important than business.

And what's that, you ass f***er!

Like loyalty.

Why?

[In Cantonese]

Do you know who I am?

[In Cantonese]

Here's a hundred thousand dollars.

[In Cantonese]

Take care of this f***er for me, and

[In Cantonese]

then you'll get another five hundred thousand dollars.

Are you OK?

You really are a dumb American.

So I just need you to sign here.

Right here.

And finally, right here.

Yeah?

Let me talk to Donald.

Oh, uh,

Donald is busy.

Who was that?

Go on.

All right, so finally here,

and right here as well.

Don't sign those documents.

What's going on?

- Richard!

- Richard was working on a computer system,

one that would revolutionize the industry and

save your company.

- This is ludicrous!

- Is it, Michael?

You guys know each other?

Mr. Chow is designing the system.

Richard and I having been working on a way

to present this to you, Mr. Chang.

I've heard enough.

Oh, it gets better.

Introducing...

the Fei and Chang

internal social network.

See, each employee gets their own account,

1, where they can not only keep tabs of one another

share work items,

but get daily points for the good work

that they have done.

And at the end of each quarter,

you can trade in those points for gifts.

Or gamble away for even higher rewards.

Only a video game.

Makes no sense.

No sense to someone who's

next in line to be CEO.

See...

that was the piece of puzzle

that I didn't understand.

How Michael and Quentin were gonna

convince you to take the poison pill.

And it took Richard here to tell me

how much of an American I am for me to realize.

See, I take everything at face value.

Believe whatever I'm fed.

Mark saw that in me,

and that's why he sent me out here.

You are doing exactly what

you should be doing.

To shake it up a little.

You thought I could be bought.

So...

Short positions from inside Fei and Chang

is from offshore accounts.

Accounts that are linked to Victor.

Quentin told us everything.

This is outrageous.

Why did you kill Mr. Chow, Victor?

What?

Was it because

he was building a system that would expose you?

Hmm?

Maybe it was because you finally realized

you would never become CEO?

What do you mean?

And I thought you were

all about family, Victor.

I couldn't stand.

Why'd you kill Mr. Chow, Victor?

Why'd you kill Mr. Chow, Victor?

Why did you kill him?

Huh?

He had a son,

why did you kill Mr. Chow?

Why did you kill him, huh?

I did it for the family!

The company was being

run down to the ground.

You think a little computer game is

gonna solve our problem! No!

This company needs real leadership.

I love what father left to us

too much to see it fail.

I did it...

I did it for the family.

I did it for the family.

I...

- Natalie, can you...

- I'm on it, Mr. Chang.

Thank you.

So, Conner...

looks like you know my company

better than I do.

Is there anything else

I should know about?

It's all right, son.

You don't have to say anything.

I should have never doubted you.

Hey, Conner.

Surprised to hear from me?

Well, I always said you had

your father's edge.

It's over.

Oh, no.

It's not over, kid.

It's just postponed.

I know about your positions

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