Chapter 97: Snapchat
Sheraton Hotel.
A brand under Starwood Hotels & Resorts Worldwide, a Fortune 500 company. Since 1963, Sheraton has operated over 400 hotels in 72 countries worldwide.
Mo Fei lay on the bed, lighting a cigarette.
Ah, a cigarette after the deed, better than any immortal.
Emily lay in Mo Fei's arms, a gentle smile on her face, her fingers tracing circles on his chest.
"This is wonderful!" Emily smiled contentedly, "We no longer have to worry about Braga's threat!"
"I told you, Braga is at most a mischievous child. There are countless people in this World far more ruthless than him, so there's no need to worry too much," Mo Fei chuckled softly.
"I heard them say Braga was sniped?" Emily looked at Mo Fei cautiously.
"Don't ask. If you ask, it means we killed him together," Mo Fei said seriously.
Emily: "…"
Damn it, I don't know anything yet, so how did I become an accomplice?
And the way you put it, we sound like a wicked adulterer and a… virtuous wife, who conspired to kill my husband and then took over his assets.
Braga had earned a lot of money over the years. Although he handed over a portion to his superior, which was Guo Da-Statham's younger brother, he still had at least several hundred million U.S. dollars himself.
Excluding the money used as working capital, over a hundred million U.S. dollars had been laundered by Braga and used as overt assets.
Now, Braga was sniped, dying an unclear death. Emily, as Braga's widow, could instantly inherit his estate and become a new billionaire.
This money could be legally inherited by Emily, and even the FBI couldn't seize it.
Emily was only Braga's wife and never participated in his criminal activities, so she could now live freely as a billionaire.
Emily suddenly sighed, her eyes lost in thought: "I don't know how things gradually evolved to this point. I remember when we were still in that quiet and peaceful small village, the thing I hoped for most every day was for meat to appear on the dinner table. So I envied those high-society people on TV, because they almost always had an endless supply of meat."
"I wanted to get out of that place, but after I did, I found that although my material life was far superior to before, I no longer had the same sense of happiness I had with my parents! And I lost that sense of satisfaction that came from eating meat!"
"Why think about those things? You can't go back!" Mo Fei unselfconsciously acted as the Destroyer of the mood.
"You men, when you're pursuing a woman, you say anything. But once you've gotten on the boat, everything changes," Emily sighed faintly, giving Mo Fei a glare.
At this, Mo Fei cupped Emily's enchanting face and said sincerely, "Not everyone who is nice to you is trying to get you on the boat and then cast you out to sea."
Tears of emotion welled up in Emily's eyes… "I'm different. The sofa is fine, the floor is fine, the kitchen, the balcony, all are fine!" Mo Fei said shamelessly.
Emily: "…"
Annoyed, she pounded Mo Fei's chest with her small fists: "Why are you so stubborn? Can't you just say something nice to coax me?"
"Hmm?" Mo Fei blinked, turned to look at Emily, and reached out to stroke her head: "Silly girl, it's not just my mouth that's hard!"
Emily: "…"
After some playful teasing, in a moment of leisure, Emily carefully chose her words, then suddenly looked at Mo Fei and asked cautiously: "Mo Fei, what do you think I should do with Braga's inheritance?"
This matter had been brewing in Emily's mind for a long time. She was very clear; she knew how she came by this money.
Even the leader of a large drug cartel like Braga was sniped by Mo Fei. She was just a simple girl with inheritance rights, powerless to resist. If Mo Fei became displeased… this involved assets worth hundreds of millions of U.S. dollars!
When it came to human nature, probably few women in this World understood it better than she, who had stood beside a major drug lord for so long.
She didn't want to lose her life due to greed.
If Mo Fei was truly that greedy, then what did it matter if she gave him all the money? This would allow her to see a person clearly and also save her own life.
And the small private fund she had accumulated while with Braga over the years was also a considerable sum; used sparingly, it would be enough for her needs for the rest of her life.
A very smart woman!
Looking at Emily's gaze, like a small beast, and her slightly tensed body, Mo Fei smiled: "That's your own money. You can spend it however you like."
"I've never had so much money before!" Emily pouted sweetly: "Why don't you give me some advice on how to spend it?"
Emily was not one of those foolish girls who believed everything a man said. Women should never believe what men say in bed.
Mo Fei pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "I remember you once mentioned that you studied for an MBA at Princeton University?"
MBA, Master of Business Administration, a graduate degree in business management. It trains practical, composite, and applied high-level management talents capable of high-level management work in industrial and commercial enterprises and economic management departments, combining theory with practice.
"Yes," Emily nodded, saying: "He paid for it and used his connections to get me in. Originally, he wanted me to join his criminal organization after graduation to help him. The people he truly trusted were all from our village, but unfortunately, they could only act as thugs. He lacked high-level management talent he could trust enough, so he wanted to train me."
"But I hated and feared that kind of life and kept putting it off. He couldn't do anything about me, so he had to hire outsiders. I'm truly glad for my decision back then, otherwise, I might be in jail now."
"Then it's easy!" Mo Fei clapped his hands: "Why don't you go into the internet business!"
Emily: "???"
Who is the internet?
Why should I go into it?
"Since the Nasdaq tech stock crash in 2000, the internet's lowest period has passed. Now is the best time to enter. The future of humanity belongs to the internet," Mo Fei said: "Look at companies like Google and Facebook. They can be valued at billions of U.S. dollars just a few years after their establishment. The speed of asset appreciation is simply terrifying!"
"The most important thing for internet startups is creativity, and I happen to have a particularly good idea. I named it—Snapchat! If it weren't for the fact that I have no capital or connections, nor the execution ability, and am simply not cut out to be an entrepreneur, I would have wanted to develop it myself."
The author is busy researching how to be a corporate slave, a bit overwhelmed, and now it's almost always about shield and modifying after waking up. Writing a book is not easy! The situation is tense; Dian Niang is already half-crippled, even the great authors' books are encountering issues, what can a small author do….