After receiving so heartfelt words from the mother and daughter, MAvi was ready to get back to business—specifically, acquiring the struggling Bugatti company.
In 2001, Bugatti was in the sa dire situation as Lamborghini had been—it hadn't yet been acquired by Volkswagen and was still bankrupt.
"Young Master, I've contacted Bugatti. When they heard you were planning to visit, they were very eager to welco you," said Ivan, the butler, as soon as he received a response from the company.
Bugatti's warm reception of MAvi was no surprise. After all, under his leadership, Lamborghini had undergone a miraculous transformation, turning from an underdog into a major success.
Back then, both Lamborghini and Bugatti were struggling, but MAvi had proven his capabilities.
"Alright, got it. Set up a ti, and I'll go check it out," MAvi said casually from his spot on the sofa.
And he had every right to be this confident. After all, his ownership of three publicly traded Arican companies—Marvel Comics, Marvel Studios, and Blizzard Entertainnt—had already made him a billionaire many tis over.
On top of that, projects like Spider-Man 2, Counter-Strike: Battle Royale, smartphones, modern light frigates, and the Su-47 Berkut fighter jet were all progressing smoothly.
In the future, MAvi's achievents would leave even the most renowned entrepreneurs in awe.
Especially once the smartphone project was complete—it would revolutionize the world in ways never seen before.
By then, his plan was to invest heavily in telecommunications infrastructure, rolling out a large-scale 3G network across Russia, China, and Ukraine.
This would secure him an unbeatable revenue stream—not only from smartphone sales but also through strategic partnerships with national telecom providers.
And with that, he could kickstart the live streaming industry, reshaping the world into sothing more familiar to him from his past life.
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### One Week Later
MAvi boarded his private jet and flew to Molsheim, France—the headquarters of Bugatti.
As soon as his plane landed at the airport, he could see a lineup of Bugatti EB110s in various colors neatly parked on the tarmac, awaiting his arrival.
The Bugatti EB110 was a legendary supercar—but, unfortunately, it was the only model the company had managed to produce.
First launched in 1991, it was now a decade old. Compared to Ferrari and Lamborghini's latest models, the EB110 looked noticeably outdated—even a bit clunky.
But that wasn't Bugatti's fault. The economic downturn of the '90s ant that only a handful of ultra-wealthy individuals could afford such high-performance cars.
At this point, the EB110 lineup was the best reception Bugatti could offer.
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### At the Airport
"President Baptiste, that A380 over there—I'm pretty sure that's the private jet of MAvi, the chairman of Ma V Group from Russia," a male assistant whispered to the middle-aged Frenchman beside him.
That man was Baptiste, the president of Bugatti. Ever since Bugatti filed for bankruptcy in 1995, he had endured six years of hardship.
Over the years, various car companies had expressed interest in acquiring Bugatti, but most of them were just looking to strip the company for its technology rather than reviving the brand.
That's why Baptiste had held out, refusing to sell, waiting for soone truly capable of bringing Bugatti back to its forr glory.
"Mr. MAvi, welco! Let introduce myself—I'm Baptiste, President of Bugatti. It's an honor to have you here in France!"
Given Lamborghini's remarkable turnaround under MAvi's leadership, Baptiste was incredibly eager to et him.
"Nice to et you, President Baptiste," MAvi replied politely as he stepped off his A380, shaking Baptiste's hand.
France wasn't a place MAvi visited often. But every ti he set foot in Europe, he was well aware that the local governnts kept a close eye on him.
From the mont his plane landed, every interaction—who he t, who he spoke to, even the briefest glances exchanged—would be recorded by European intelligence agencies.
Fortunately, it was just surveillance, not anything more aggressive. After all, no one dared to touch him. Doing so would an going up against both the Russian and Ukrainian governnts.
And since he had never broken any laws—his public identity was that of a businessman—the EU had no legitimate reason to act against him.
Even if they wanted to take him down, they couldn't just do it on a whim.
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### The Car Fleet
"Mr. MAvi, these are the vehicles I've prepared for you and your team. I hope you don't find them too underwhelming," Baptiste said hesitantly.
He had seen Lamborghini's latest designs—whether it was the Veneno, the Reventón, or the upcoming Aventador—all were stunning supercars with top-tier performance.
It was no surprise Lamborghini had risen to prominence so quickly.
"Not at all. I think this fleet looks pretty good," MAvi replied, smiling.
He wasn't the type to be arrogant. He knew how to adapt to different situations.
Even if he was served pickled vegetables and plain rice, he'd eat without complaint—because he had co from hardship and wasn't so pampered rich kid.
"That's great to hear, Mr. MAvi! Please, this way!" Baptiste said, visibly relieved. He then led the group to their vehicles and headed toward Bugatti's headquarters for the visit.
On the way, Baptiste kept noticing two large, closed-off transport trucks following their convoy.
They seed to have been flown in from Russia along with MAvi.
"Mr. MAvi, those two trucks following us—do they contain your latest car designs?" Baptiste asked curiously while waiting at a red light.
"That's a secret for now," MAvi replied with a mysterious smile.
The reason he had those trucks flown in was simple—just yesterday, he had received news that Porsche was also interested in acquiring Bugatti.
And the reason was obvious.
Because of his ongoing rivalry with the EU, every one of his business moves and investnt strategies was being closely monitored by European companies.
(End of Chapter)
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