Rebirth of India: Superior

"Boss, there is an Indian named Shakru Pandit who wants to see you!" Brian Richardson just walked into the office that day, and the secretary reported to him. ♦

Richardson frowned and muttered to himself: "The Indian named Shakru Pandit, why does this name sound so familiar?"

The secretary reminded him: "It's the famous Indian tycoon, the owner of Ganges Pharmaceuticals."

"Oh, it turns out to be the Indian who does Viagra, why does it sound so familiar. But why did he come to see me?" Richardson suddenly realized.

The secretary shook his head and said: "I don't know about this, he just said he has something important to talk to you about. But with his status, he can come to Coventry in person, so it must be something important."

"Well, what you said makes sense, then please let him in!" Richardson nodded and said.

A few minutes later, Shakru followed the secretary in. After the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, Richardson asked impatiently, "Mr. Pandit, you said you wanted to talk to me about something important. What is it? I feel like it's hard for us to have business dealings."

"How could there be nothing? I want to buy something from you." Shakru said with a mysterious smile.

Richardson asked in confusion, "Uh, is it that Mr. Pandit's thing that you want to buy is only sold here?"

Shakru nodded and said, "Yes, I can only buy this thing from you in the world, that is Coventry Football Club!"

"What? Did I hear it right? You said you want to buy Coventry Club?" Richardson was so shocked that he stood up.

"Yes, you heard it right. What I want to buy is Coventry Club." Shakru said lightly.

Richardson waved his hands and said, "Mr. Pandit, I don't think your joke is funny at all. Who told you that I want to sell Coventry? You know, our team is in the best momentum right now. We have the best young coach in England and have just set a record of 13 consecutive unbeaten games. In this case, how could I sell him?"

Facing Richardson who was so excited that he almost roared, Shakru still said slowly: "Yes, what you said is correct. But even so, it can't cover up the embarrassment of Coventry Club's current debt. As far as I know, Coventry's debt is at least 60 million pounds, and Mr. Richardson, you also have more than 20 million debts in other areas, so I am really curious about how you will alleviate this debt of nearly 100 million pounds?"

"That's my business, you don't need to worry about it. Anyway, I will never sell Coventry!" Richardson was still very excited.

"Mr. Richardson, please don't be like this. You and I are both businessmen. Since you no longer have the ability to bear this debt, why should you refuse when someone wants to take over and transfer the pressure on you? Well, I think your state today is not suitable for continuing the conversation. Then, when you are calm, you can think about my proposal carefully. If you change your mind, you are welcome to come to me at any time." After saying that, Shakru said goodbye and left.

After Shakru left, Richardson said angrily to his secretary: "Do you know what the Indian said to me just now? He actually wants to buy Coventry. This is simply a fantasy. What is Coventry? It is all my dreams and persistence!"

Unexpectedly, a loyal and conscientious secretary said: "Boss, I think the Indian's proposal is actually quite good. You can consider it."

"What did you say? Are you also suggesting that I sell Coventry?" Richardson said in disbelief.

The secretary nodded: "Yes, the club's financial situation is really bad now, with a debt of 60 million pounds. We have no way to solve this problem. No one was willing to take over before, so we could only maintain it. Now that someone wants to buy it, why don't we sell it? In this way, not only can we transfer the debt of 60 million pounds, but we can also have start-up funds to enter the most profitable real estate industry. Isn't this killing two birds with one stone?"

This last sentence touched Richardson. In fact, he has been eyeing the real estate industry for a long time, but he just doesn't have enough funds to start. However, he is still a little worried: "This is 60 million pounds. Can that Indian come up with so much money?"

"Boss, have you forgotten what business he is in? His Viagra is a global monopoly. Do you think the business of this kind of medicine can be bad?" The secretary analyzed.

"Well, that's right. Almost all men can't live without this thing. It would be a miracle if this business didn't make money. But why did he buy Coventry City out of boredom?"

"We don't know about that. Maybe he wants to build a new Manchester United like Fayed in Egypt."

Richardson said disdainfully: "What a joke? Which wealthy team can be built by just spending money?" Of course, Abramovich hadn't come when he said this.

In fact, there are two reasons why Shakur values ​​Coventry. First, it is a Premier League team. Shakur is too lazy to take Fulham from the English League Two to the top like Fayed. He is here to make money, but he doesn't have so much time. Second, Coventry is in debt. As long as he expresses his willingness to take over all the debts, Richardson will not be tempted.

Facts have proved that Shakur's guess is correct. A few days later, Richardson contacted Shakur through his secretary. Although he agreed to sell Coventry this time, his offer was a lion's mouth. Not only did he require Shakur to fully assume Coventry's debt of 60 million pounds, but he also had to pay an additional 30 million for the purchase price. For this unreasonable request, Shakur refused without even thinking about it, and then fought back against Richardson with practical actions. In fact, what he did was very simple, that is, to meet and have dinner with the presidents of Southampton and other teams that were also at the bottom of the Premier League and in debt.

Feeling the pressure of competition, Richardson had no choice but to agree to Shakur's request and sold Coventry Football Club to him for 10 million pounds.

However, this transaction is destined to cause earth-shaking shock in the entire football world!