The weekend ended in little George's restless mood.

The next day, the headquarters of the Hearst Group.

Little George showed up in the office early in the morning, but he could only walk around anxiously.

"Damn, what the hell is he going to do?" little George roared angrily.

He hadn't slept well for several days, and his eye sockets looked inward-sunken, and the sides of his eyeballs were covered in blood.

Just as irritability was about to take over all his thoughts, there was a sudden knock at the door.

"Come in. Little George said impatiently.

Walking in was his secretary, "Mr. George Jr., Mr. Hearst has arrived, he will personally preside over today's shareholder meeting and invite everyone to the conference room." ”

"Who? what did you say?" said little George, suspecting that he was hallucinating.

Mr. Hearst?

In the Hearst Group, there is only one person who can be called so, and that is his grandfather, William Hearst.

"Mr. William Hurst. The secretary repeated again.

No...

Little George's legs were weak, and he almost fell to the ground, and after half a ring, he waved weakly for the secretary to leave.

"Don't panic, George—" Little George stood up, muttering to himself as he took care of his already neat bow tie.

"It doesn't matter, no one will know, as long as we support grandfather at the meeting, we are a family ... That's right, family. ”

Little George slapped his face, let himself smile, and took a deep breath as he opened the office door.

At this time, in the conference room, all the partners had expired, but to their surprise, there was an unfamiliar face.

No, it can't be said to be unfamiliar, because they all know this face very well.

Harry Chandre, the founding family heir of the Los Angeles Times and now the CEO of the Los Angeles News Corporation, is a rather difficult enemy for them.

But now, the other party is sitting in this conference room with a high sound.

Even with William Hurst there, some people questioned, "Mr. Hearst, why is he here?" ”

"Banderu, don't worry, I'll tell you the answer. William sat on the top of the sword, holding the cane and pestle in front of him with both hands, and said with a smile.

Soon, little George arrived, and with a surprised look on his face when he saw Harry, he turned his head to look around, as if to ask 'Why?'

"Alright, everyone's here. William gently lifted his crutch and made it collide with the ground with a 'clang' sound.

Little George also hurried to his seat, listening carefully to the speech that the Supreme King was about to unfold.

"Today, I am here to announce a new decision. William said in a low, irresistible solemn tone.

"From this moment on, the shares of George and George Jr. will be withdrawn and they will be sold to Mr. Harry Chandre for 5 times their market value.

At the same time, Hearst and LANC will start a new cooperation to create a better future together. ”

Quiet.

The entire conference room was as quiet as a lifeless no-man's land because of William Hirst's speech.

"Grandfather—" Little George was the first to react.

Because he thought he was clear about Harry Chandre's intentions, but he didn't expect it to end like this.

"Shut up, or I'll get you out of here. William raised his hands and slammed his cane on the ground with a 'bang' sound.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, but also regained the ability to think.

"It's an honor to partner with Mr. Hirst, a great company that has been through so many ups and downs and still stands at the pinnacle of journalism. ”

"However, starting today, Hearst will work with LANC to create a better tomorrow for us, which is to expose the truth to the public.

I think that's what every newspaper person should do. ”

Harry Chandre's speech was brief, but his smile was incomparably brighter.

Until now, he didn't know how his boss, the magical, lucky, and mysterious Charlie, tamed the lion.

No one knew that on the night after meeting George Jr., Li Zitao dialed William Hurst's number.

The two talked for a long time on the phone, and the next day the people from the think tank secretly went to the manor where William lived temporarily and signed a cooperation agreement.

"George Jr. was a good choice, and maybe it would be smarter to agree to his cooperation. ”

"But I prefer to work with kind people, and a cunning fox may be able to take advantage of the lion's nap for a while,

But the tower will eventually fall under the lion's minions, Mr. Hearst, your life is legendary, and I don't want to stain it. ”

The conversation between the two was concise and clear, without any polite element in it.

Li Zitao even threatened: "If you don't agree to cooperate, I will launch a comprehensive acquisition of the Hearst Group,

Believe me, no one can resist the temptation of money, and I am very rich. ”

Yes, he is very rich, and this is something that the whole world knows and affirms.

No one doubted that, not even William Scott.

"What the hell do you want?" William Hurst yielded.

"Shares, George & Son's... And 11 percent in your hands. This is Li Zitao's request.

'George & Son's shares are 12 percent, plus 11 percent in my hands, for a total of 23 percent. ’

William didn't think about it for long and chose to agree to his request.

Because, he needs enough time for the Hearst Group to return to stability.

William believes that as long as he is here, with 56 percent of the shares owned by his son William Jr. and other children, Hearst will not have any problems.

The meeting ended in a mist of water.

No one knew what William Hurst was thinking, just as no one could figure out what Harry Chandley was going to do.

It's just that they all know very well that the wind direction of the Hearst Group is about to change.

There are pros and cons to the addition of LANC for the other partners, and everyone has their own ideas in mind.

On the surface, he left the conference room in harmony, and overall the meeting was very pleasant.

Except for George and his son, who lost their shares and all their positions in the group.

George, who was implicated by his son, didn't know exactly what happened until he left the group.

All he knew was that just now, he had lost the last of his possessions and dignity in the Hearst family.

From now on, he will become a waste with nothing, a laughing stock of high society, a wretched worm that everyone can step on.

And all this is thanks to the blood in front of him, called Little George, his own son.

"You'd better explain to me what's going on—" George clenched his hands tremblingly, holding back his anger to maintain his last demeanor.