Chapter 3506

Bernard Arnault's series of operations has made the whole world look at him with new eyes and praise him, except for those employees who were blindsided.

I thought I could just lie flat for three years, but it turned out to be just empty joy, and this joy was too short-lived, not even lasting a minute.

For the next three years, they either have to continue being mascots at their posts, or simply quit and find other jobs.

Although being a mascot at the post means the work won't be as busy as before, time-wise they are still not free, still having to clock in and out at fixed times every day.

Moreover, for sales staff, without sales volume, there naturally won't be sales commissions, so in that case, wouldn't they only be able to take the base salary?

In that case, the vast majority of salespeople probably couldn't bear it and could only choose to resign voluntarily.

This way, it would actually help Bernard Arnault's group reduce costs and increase efficiency, since they weren't planning to do sales anyway, and if salespeople voluntarily resign, that would be even more perfect—these idle people wouldn't need to be kept, each store only needs to keep a few security guards and one or two receptionists, and the receptionists don't need customer connections, sales experience, or sales scripts, just need to treat customers politely and respectfully, which is enough.

As for those sales elites, without commissions they will naturally leave, and no compensation of even a penny needs to be given.

It must be said, Bernard Arnault's clever scheme is extremely shrewd, basically every link can be calculated by him.

However, apart from his sales staff, others cannot see through this, and only think Bernard Arnault is absolutely the best boss in the world, this guy is simply damn amazing, the epitome of contemporary capitalists, completely overturning the underlying logic that capitalists are vampires.

For a time, Bernard Arnault's humanity shone brightly across the world.

Meanwhile, the president and his entourage of aides were now completely like defeated roosters.

There's nothing left to do.

Indeed, there's nothing left to do.

Moreover, Bernard Arnault's current positive influence is surprisingly great—America can't move him, and next they must give him a satisfactory response.

Otherwise, given the attention he has drawn worldwide today, if the American government doesn't directly face and solve the problem, its reputation will surely suffer greatly.

At this point, the president also realized the tide had turned, and now, even if he wanted to continue shielding and protecting Blackwater Company, this watchdog, it probably wouldn't be that easy; the only solution is to cut off one's arm to survive, push the dog out to be slaughtered—better than dragging oneself down.

So, the president said in utter dejection: "Alright, give up resistance! No need to think of countermeasures now—let the FBI launch an investigation immediately, thoroughly investigate the mastermind and core motive behind the White Horse Island incident."

The round-faced aide spoke: "Actually, this matter is just Blackwater and the Syrian opposition's private reconciliation—the opposition wants to use Blackwater Company's hand to eliminate Hamid, thereby seizing Hamid's impregnable base, while Blackwater wants to use this attack to frame Wanlong Hall, take the opportunity to define Wanlong Hall as a terrorist organization, and thus seize Wanlong Hall's base in Syria—both sides get what they need; frankly, we really don't need to help them cover this up."

"Exactly." The president nodded, his stern and annoyed expression easing slightly, then he sighed and said: "Let the FBI handle it fairly—we can't manage Syria, but whoever in Blackwater Company participated in planning this, arrest them all and punish severely without mercy!"

Saying this, the president said gloomily: "Just this way, most of Blackwater Company's senior leadership probably won't escape, Blackwater Company's reputation will be ruined, basically it can only be dissolved—our next global layout will lose a good dog, our army will lose its military dogs, likely bringing many more troubles."

The round-faced aide quickly urged: "President, I actually have an idea that could maximize loss recovery."

The president immediately said: "Speak quickly!"

The round-faced aide proposed: "Why don't we take this opportunity to find a suitable person from the military to support—this person needs some prestige, some military merit, and also some business sense, let him leave the military to start his own business, create a copycat Blackwater Company!"

"Then we secretly help, taking advantage of this FBI's comprehensive investigation of Blackwater Company, we can naturally obtain all the identity information of Blackwater Company's mercenaries, we take out this list of mercenaries' names and information, give it to this person, then find a few obedient, sensible financial oligarchs on Wall Street to invest in his company!"

"This way, he'll have connections, prestige, money, and the mercenary information of Blackwater Company, so he can naturally gather those scattered mercenaries of Blackwater Company, and soon form combat power!"

"Moreover, this is our own supported black glove—it will definitely be more controllable, won't be like Blackwater Company, where cleverness backfires—what do you think?"

"HolyShit!" The president exclaimed with a face full of delight: "Ah Fan, this is absolutely the best plan you've come up with since taking office! Very good, I'm satisfied! Just do it as you planned! Directly execute Blackwater Company publicly to appease the public and relieve us of our current reputation trouble, then completely dismantle it, remake it!"

The round-faced aide, receiving praise, gave a bashful smile, then said: "By the way, President, regarding Syria, I think we should still give them a warning, so they don't stir up any trouble—we'll make this matter a public investigation, and for a long time to come, everyone will pay attention to their every move there."

"Yes." The president nodded, saying: "Running that broken place is nothing but sneaking around to steal some oil—it's inherently not a profitable venture, warn them to be honest, don't give us any more trouble!"

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After Ye Chen's family landed in Jin Ling late at night, they happened to see Bernard Arnault's livestream.

Even he couldn't help but exclaim, this old man really is a business genius—this is equivalent to finding a way to maximally exploit a bug within the rules he himself set.

First, Bernard Arnault's income in the American market will plummet to zero, but all costs remain unchanged.

One side loses profit, the other still bears operating costs—doubly accumulating experience points.

More interestingly, this old guy has essentially turned thousands of stores across America into his own exhibition halls, and with fame skyrocketing, American public demand for his products will only grow stronger.

Such strong demand cannot be converted locally, so it will naturally shift to other regions.

America is so close to Canada—it's easy to imagine that in the future, luxury consumption in Canada will likely see a surge, and the vast majority of American consumers' demand will be taken over by the Canadian market, this way his loss can be indirectly compensated.

While accumulating his own experience points, he can also earn money back from other markets—gotta say, this old guy has a trick.

However, if I really wanted to deal with him, it wouldn't be hard—just conduct a strict, detailed financial audit, re-tally his group's income, reasonably exclude the portion of profit his group gained from American market overflow, this way his actual loss might be negligible, even approximately zero.

But Ye Chen doesn't plan to do that.

Although Ye Chen doesn't do business as shrewdly as Bernard Arnault, his vision is much greater than this old man's.

I am the rule-maker of the game—since my game players discovered a loophole in the rules, I must acknowledge it, cannot go back on it—at the very least, cannot immediately retract.

Changing orders overnight is absolutely the top taboo for managers.

Moreover, I don't care if Bernard Arnault exploits the bug—even if he counts all his American market losses, it's only four or five billion US dollars at most per year.

Four or five billion US dollars—saving up to fifty billion US dollars in experience points would take at least ten years.

Meanwhile, the cost I need to pay is nothing more than one Hui Chun Dan.

So, better to just give Bernard Arnault a chance to exploit the loophole—this way he can engage more deeply in the game, and also feel extra gratitude toward me.

Moreover, why would I give him these game rules?

Isn't it just to make him rack his brains and cause a fuss in America? Now it seems this old guy is full of drive, this matter has gone this far—it's already enough to make America drink a pot, and looking at this situation, Blackwater Company is likely to be finished.

After all, if America doesn't kill them over civilian anger, this level cannot be passed.

So, he immediately took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Wan Pojun, instructing him to immediately monitor Blackwater Company's every move in Syria—Blackwater Company is likely to be finished, and before collapsing, they will definitely withdraw completely from Syria, but given America's style, they will definitely find someone to replace Blackwater Company; once Blackwater withdraws from Syria, we must pay attention to whether any new American mercenaries return to Syria.

And Ye Chen also reminded him: although the White Horse Island incident doesn't directly blame Wanlong Hall, it also reflects, from one angle, Wanlong Hall's deficiency in intelligence work—since we've already invested in building the Ever-Ready Base in Syria, we must fully monitor every move in Syria, intelligence work must be exhaustive, leaving no blind spots, to fundamentally prevent such incidents from recurring.

Wan Pojun was also monitoring Bernard Arnault's live stream at this time, and he also realized that with this old guy's actions in America, Blackwater Company has basically been sentenced to death—originally he was still somewhat excited, because once Blackwater Company falls, Wanlong Hall could become the world's largest mercenary organization.

But after hearing Ye Chen's reminder, he realized that even if Blackwater is gone, there will still be Bai Shui, Hong Shui, Lan Shui, and Lü Shui—he cannot be too optimistic or overconfident, and moreover, having been calculated by these people before, he indeed bears responsibility for inadequate intelligence work.

So he immediately replied: "Mr. Ye, rest assured—I will summon twelvefold spirit, fully gather every move in Syria and the entire Middle East, solidify our intelligence company! If similar incidents occur again, subordinates are willing to accept punishment for dereliction of duty under military law!"

Although Wanlong Hall are mercenaries, they have always been highly militarized in management—their core structure is essentially a military unit with extremely strong discipline, not only having their own norms and standards, but also their own military laws, even their own military court.

Wan Pojun's attitude also counts as cutting off his own retreat—although his responsibility is not great, being able to take on this responsibility, Ye Chen is also quite satisfied, but he didn't give Wan Pojun a way out, only instructing him: "In all matters, be cautious—remember, arrogant soldiers are bound to lose!"

One sentence—it serves to warn him, and also tacitly acknowledges the military pledge he made.