The third day after Pacific Comics' press conference.

Instead of driving his sleek red Ferrari to work today, Adam Sandler drove a beat-up second-hand pickup.

Downstairs at Pacific Comics, there was a large crowd of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fans, as well as angry racist boycotts, and it would be a blast to the company if they dared to drive a high-profile Ferrari to the company in the middle of the storm.

He drove cautiously past the crowd of people who had gathered to demonstrate downstairs in the company.

Outside the car window, hundreds of people gathered, and many shocking banners were pulled up in the middle of the crowd.

"Racists get out of Texas!"

"Adam Sandler: Liar! Bandit! Scum! ”

"Strongly resist comic book hegemony!"

"Strongly condemn all acts that affect Sino-US relations!"

In addition to these banners against Pacific Comics and him personally, there were a small number of avid fans who set fire to the comics published between the companies as a way to express their inner dissatisfaction and anger.

Adam Sandler closed his lips tightly, forced not to look outside, slowly drove the car into the underground garage, and then quickly stepped into the elevator like a lost dog.

Since the NBO and the Wara Bros. broke the news of "racial discrimination", Pacific Comics has been disheartened in an instant, and the company's employees are walking and running, and now the few remaining employees are all henchmen who have been with Adam Sandler since the beginning of his business.

Adam Sandler walked into the office and was greeted by a mess of paper and stationery, as if the company had just been ransacked by robbers.

One of the computers had not yet had time to shut down, and a smiling screensaver was constantly displayed, as if to silently mock his stupidity.

Adam Sandler, on the other hand, seemed to ignore this, walked in the direction of his eyes, walked straight to the door of the executive editor's office, and pushed the door in.

Aaron Claude is inside.

There was a sour smell in the room, and Alan Claude was lying on the couch, muttering strange syllables. The coffee table next to him was full of takeout boxes.

Since waking up from a fainting at the press conference, Alan Claude has returned to the company, and for the past few days, he has neither returned home nor left the office, eating and drinking Lazar in it, like a walking dead who has lost his soul.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Claude raised his head mechanically, saw that it was his chairman, and his eyes seemed to flash a little, and then quickly sat up from the sofa, and crawled down Adam Sandler's feet, hugged his thighs and began to wail:

"Chairman, you can't blame me for this, my plan is about to succeed, and you saw it before...... I've done so much for you......"

Claude looked up at Sandler's expressionless face, and continued to cry: "Chairman, you must help me This time, I have struggled in this circle for so many years, and now it is all ruined......"

Hearing this, Adam Sandler finally had a little expression on his face, which was ruthless and indignant.

He kicked Claude hard in the neck. Claude fell backwards and fell to the ground.

"You're going to ruin? You son of a bitch, do you know how much loss you have brought to the company this time! Now all the orders for "Kung Fu Detective" have been canceled, and tens of millions of dollars have been wasted! ”

As he spoke, he kicked Claude in the face. Claude snorted, and a tooth flew out of his mouth with blood foam.

"Did you know that the company's previous comics were also removed from the shelves of major bookstores? The company doesn't even have a single book on sale now! ”

The third kick is on the stomach. Claude wailed in pain as he rolled on the floor.

"Did you know that those fallen banks are now trying to recover their loans, and the company can't even take out 1 million cash!"

Claude rolled over, screaming and crawling towards the couch, but to no avail, Adam Sandler took two quick steps and kicked him hard in the ass.

Claude's head hit the coffee table and fell to the ground again, and several takeout boxes fell on his head because of the shaking of the coffee table, and the soup that had turned bad made him look very embarrassed.

"Did you know that because of racial discrimination, the Washington and Texas governments have now sent people to investigate me and the company...... If something happens to me, you son of a bitch won't be happy! ”

This time, instead of kicking with his foot, Adam Sandler picked up an ashtray on the coffee table and smashed it on Claude's head.

Claude no longer had the strength to scream, but he snorted, and passed out with blood on his face.

Adam Sandler finished venting, threw himself on the sofa casually, and then used trembling hands to waste a long time before lighting a cigar for himself.

After exhaling a few smoke rings, he realized that he seemed to be out of strength. He glanced at Claude lying on the ground and took a heavy sip.

After smoking half a cigar, Adam Sanders finally calmed down a little, and after asking Claude to be let out, he got up and walked to the window, where the crowd of demonstrators had not dispersed.

He stood for quite some time before making a phone call to his lawyer.

"File for bankruptcy," he said with difficulty......

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"What? Pacific Comics filed for bankruptcy? ”

Su Nan exclaimed, and then looked at Meng Qi like a monster.

"That's right." Joe Smith also smiled wryly, "I don't know how Meng managed to ...... to this extent"

"Actually, I didn't count this step, I just wanted to teach Pacific Comics a profound lesson, and let other people take a good look, I'm not so easy to bully......" Meng Qi explained, "However, I underestimated the reaction of the market, the Internet and comic fans, and also underestimated the speed of the response of the U.S. federal government, because they didn't leave a way back for Pacific Comics......

Su Nan nodded and said, "That's fine, at least our AC Comics can have a relatively stable period to concentrate on development......"

"We AC Comics?" Smith looked at Su Nan with a suspicious look.

"Of course, didn't Meng Qi tell you? I own a stake in AC Comics! Su Nan shook his fingers proudly.

"This kind of thing, why do I only know now, I also want to participate in shares!" Joe Smith held his head exaggeratedly.

"There's no chance, we're in a partnership now......" Meng Qi patted Smith on the shoulder and said.

Joe Smith let out a sigh.

Although the conversation between the three of them seemed relaxed and joking, Smith's sigh was heartfelt.

Because now the relationship between him and Meng Qi, or Elk Books and AC Comics, has become a strategic partner, that is to say, AC Comics will no longer hand over the copyright of comics to Elk Books from now on, and Elk Books is only responsible for publishing and marketing.

To put it bluntly, Elk Books is now more of the distribution arm of AC Comics.

But Smith embraced the relationship, especially after reading Meng Qi's new comics, and he became even more determined to hang himself from the tree all the time.

Although the share ratio is smaller, the total sales volume will inevitably increase significantly.

Smith can still calculate this account.

What's more, betting on Meng Qi for the future doesn't seem to be a bad thing. Even a character like Su Nan is surrounded by this man, what else do you have to hesitate about?