Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

"Boss, this is very risky!"

"So what do you think is the worst-case scenario?"

"If the acquisition fails, we may lose 20-30% of the shares we acquired on the secondary market, but if it succeeds," Allen paused, "according to the team's calculations, the market value of the integrated new company may increase five to eight times within ten years. More importantly, you will gain a global high-end car brand, which is the ticket to the crown of the manufacturing industry."

"Our team has had a brief initial meeting with ABV's senior management. We've presented our acquisition plan to them, but ABV's response is that we must retain 70% of the original Walmart management team!"

"At the same time, we must promise not to impose layoffs for five years, and the fund must invest 10 billion kronor over the following three years to upgrade the factory in Sweden!"

After listening to the demands of ABV's senior management, Chen Dong laughed, "If I'm going to retain 70% of the original management team, then why would I acquire Volvo?"

"Once the company is acquired, it will be mine. Why should I continue to support Walmart's incompetent management team? If they had any management skills at all, would Walmart have fallen to this point of being unable to make ends meet?"

"Boss, if you're not satisfied with Volvo's proposal," Allen said, his voice quickening, "I have another recommendation. When you proposed acquiring a car company, our team didn't just consider Volvo."

"Boss, Saab Scania might be a better acquisition option!"

"Sabo?"

Chen Dong frowned. "Is it Scania, the company that manufactures fighter jets and heavy trucks?"

"Yes, Boss, Saab is in even worse shape than Volvo these days. Last year, they sold less than 30,000 cars in the American market, and the European market is also sluggish. This is their weakest point!"

"Saab's parent company, Scania, is also eager to get rid of this passenger car business that has been losing money for three consecutive years, and this is our opportunity," Allen said rapidly. "The team has already calculated that compared to the 150 billion kronor acquisition of Volvo, Saab only needs 40 billion kronor to take it over!"

"Moreover, Scania didn't make too many unreasonable demands, and they didn't require us to keep the original team."

40 billion kronor is roughly equivalent to 6.6 million US dollars, which is much more affordable than Volvo's 25 billion US dollars. Moreover, even if Chen Dong were to bring Saab Automobile under his control, given the current COCOM embargo against China, he would be unable to bring Saab Automobile into China.

Chen Dong's acquisition of Saab Automobile was simply an endorsement of his existing automotive technology. Volvo and Saab are not much the same. In any case, Chen Dong will eventually establish a new car brand of his own in Jinbu Township, Zhaoyang County, Tuocheng.

So, Saab Automobile, at just $6.6 million, would be the perfect acquisition target for Chen Dong. Moreover, Scania didn't have many unreasonable demands. Chen Dong directly told Allen on the other end of the phone, "Then terminate the acquisition negotiations with ABV and focus all our efforts on acquiring Saab Automobile. I don't want the final acquisition price to exceed $7 million!"

"Yes, Boss!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Dong pounced on the two little ones who were curled up on the sofa watching cartoons, yelling, "Waaah! The big bad wolf is coming! He only eats delicious little kids!"

"Aaaaaah!"

"Run! The big bad wolf is coming!" The two little ones, barefoot on the plush carpet, with Chen Hui holding a remote control, shielded Rongguo behind him. "Don't be afraid, little brother, I'll defeat the big bad wolf!"

"Wow!" Chen Dong pretended to clutch his chest, feigning an expression as if he'd been shot by Little Chen Hui. "I never imagined Jimmy Superman was this powerful. I, the Big Bad Wolf, underestimated him, uh!"

"Yay! We defeated the big bad wolf!"

The two children, one big and two small, started playing in the living room. After feeding Xiao Huiyi, Chen Lianxiang came out and stood on the second floor, watching Chen Dong play with the two little ones with a big, doting smile.

"Rongguo, do you miss home?" After their playful fight, Chen Dong held the two little ones on his lap and asked Rongguo. Rongguo tilted his head and answered firmly, "No!"

"You little ingrate, your dad and mom are probably missing you terribly at home, but you're having so much fun here that you don't even miss home," Chen Lianxiang said with a smile as she walked down and tapped Xiao Rongguo's forehead with her finger.

"But I really don't miss home! I'm having so much fun here with my brother, I get to eat snacks, and I can play with my brother Roddy on the grass. I don't miss home at all!"

Roddy is Chen Dong's pet Golden Retriever. Over the past year, he's been fed by the two little guys and has gotten so fat he's almost as big as a pig. Jenny has started to restrict Roddy's diet, saying that if things continue like this, Roddy will become a ball.

"Once your aunt and sister finish their postpartum confinement, your uncle will be going back to China. You'll have to go back with them then, and you'll be old enough to start school soon," Chen Dong began to prepare the little guy, lest he get too carried away in America and be unable to settle down when he returned to Tuocheng, which would be a disaster.

"How much longer?"

"We'll be going back to China in a month. Uncle will take you and Jimmy to buy some gifts. What do you want to bring back for your dad?"

"Anything is fine?"

"Uh, you tell me first, and I'll think about whether I can buy it for you, haha," Chen Dong didn't dare to agree directly that he would buy anything. Heaven knows how much Rongguo's imagination had grown over the past year of spending time with his son Chen Hui.

If this kid wants me to give his dad Chen Zaixing a new "mother", Chen Dong wouldn't dare to actually do it. Xiao Rongguo thought and thought, but realized he didn't know what to give his dad Chen Zaixing, so he asked his brother Jimi.

"Let's give him chocolates," Chen Hui suggested earnestly to Rongguo. "If Uncle Wu doesn't want them, we can share them, hehe!"

"Okay, then I want to give my dad lots and lots of chocolates," Xiao Rongguo stretched out his little arms in front of him, gesturing. "Uncle, is that okay?"

"Alright, then I'll send you chocolates," Chen Dong pinched Rongguo's noticeably rounder face. "Uncle will buy you all sorts of chocolates so you can return home in sweets!"

Chen Lianxiang shook her head with a smile, "Adong, don't spoil Rongguo too much. He's just a kid. One box is enough. There's no need to buy so many."

"Auntie, I'm five years old now, I'm not a little kid anymore," Xiao Rongguo retorted with his hands on his hips and a snort.

"You little devil," Chen Lianxiang nodded at him, tidying up the toys they had messed up. Seeing that she was about to leave, Chen Dong said, "Sister, I have something to talk to you about."

"What's up?"