Chapter 1055
Chapter 1055:
A smile played across Reuben’s face as his eyes swept around the conference table, deliberately lingering on each person before finally settling on Babette, who responded with an indifferent shrug, offering nothing to the suggestion.
Reuben pressed forward with calculated confidence. “Mr. Carter, let’s be realistic for a moment. If I walk out that door right now, do you honestly believe the remaining people in this room can pool together three hundred million dollars p>
Foley’s expression betrayed his discomfort. He was painfully aware that somehow, his carefully guarded secret had leaked just hours earlier. The news had spread through certain circles with suspicious speed.
Many of the people currently occupying seats might not even be legitimate investors at all.
For this funding round to achieve any success whatsoever, Foley would likely need to depend heavily on major players like Reuben and Babette to anchor the investment.
He didn’t seriously expect Millie to commit substantial funds to this venture. Despite being engaged to Myron, she had made a very public declaration at her company launch about rebuilding the Bennett family empire through her own efforts, without relying on anyone else’s wealth.
Yet Reuben’s proposal suggested genuine active interest and a real willingness to push this project forward. That alone made him valuable.
Foley forced out an uncomfortable laugh. “Well, that’s certainly a fair point you’re making, Mr. Evans p>
He turned to address the entire room. “As all of you are well aware, this particular meeting does have specific participation requirements. Every person present will need to undergo thorough financial verification before we can move forward with any serious discussions about investment terms p>
Heads nodded around the table. This requirement had been made crystal clear from the very beginning of the invitation process.
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“I have one additional requirement I’d like to propose,” Reuben interjected, immediately recapturing everyone’s attention. “I want us to raise the investment threshold significantly,” he stated flatly.
Millie’s eyebrows drew together in a frown as she studied Reuben’s face, trying to read his intentions.
“The current requirement specified capital verification of thirty million dollars. I’m now formally requesting that we increase that minimum to at least eighty million dollars. This will ensure we’re dealing with serious investors who can actually make a meaningful impact on the project’s success,” Reuben explained.
Immediate protests erupted from multiple corners of the room.
“What exactly are you trying to pull here?” demanded a middle-aged businessman, his face flushing with indignation. “We all came here based on the thirty million threshold. I had no problem with capital verification at that level, but suddenly changing the rules? That’s completely unacceptable p>
“Absolutely right,” another potential investor chimed in, his voice rising with anger. “Mr. Evans, how much any of us chooses to invest should be our own business p>
“You’re not part of Yaroslav Technology’s management team, so what gives you the authority to keep making these demands p>
Millie remained silent, her gaze fixed steadily on Reuben without revealing any emotion.
Babette observed the unfolding drama with obvious fascination, her eyes darting back and forth between Reuben and Millie like a spectator at a tennis match.