Instead of going home immediately after work, Lawrence Wilkins spent a few hours in the company celebrating his upcoming victory.

Today is a special (rì) son, Ward Meacham contacted him privately, hoping to get his own severance pay alone, for which he would rather greatly reduce the amount, only 30 million is enough.

Severance pay is not a problem, as long as the Meacham family can be completely kicked out of the company, it can be spent as much as it wants. But what made Wilkins unhappy was that he originally thought that Ward was the more difficult one among the siblings, but he didn't expect him to give up first.

But it's okay, since my brother has decided to quit first, I believe my sister won't be able to come up with any tricks.

God, the brother and sister have always taken care of each other, and he saw it in his eyes, and to be honest, he used to be very jealous. However, seeing that these two people are now tearing each other down for a little money, he can't help but despise it in his heart, and he really looks away.

As an old man of the RAND Group, he has enough qualifications and abilities to lead the company on the right path and make more profits, but the boss passed on the inheritance to his two young people, which made him very unhappy. I have to say that these two little dolls are very talented in business, and the group's performance in recent years has been good, which makes him have no reason to have a seizure.

Danny Rand is back! As the only son of the company's founder, Wendell Rand, and the legal heir of the RAND Group, this guy is a complete layman to business.

Some people can't earn $200,000 in their lifetime, but Danny Rand is good, just make a few decisions, and have a net loss of 20 billion!!

Damn, that's 9 zeros! The hard work of the older generation is enough for him to toss a few times!

But it doesn't matter, these hateful imps are going to get out of the way soon, and the future of the RAND Group will be my Lawrence Wilkins's!

Thinking of this, the old black man was a little more excited, the strength of his waist increased again, and the blonde on the table let out a sweet cat meow, and hurriedly reached out to cover her mouth.

Half an hour later, he returned to his office satisfied.

"You're not going to be in the copy room with your assistant again, are you?"

The cold voice startled Wilkins a lot.

"What? Who is it! ”

There was only one lamp on in the office, and he could barely see two dark shadows on the other side of the sofa.

Soon he adapted to the darkness, but the sight that caught his eyes caused him so much fear that the papers in his hand fell to the ground and scattered into a pile, and he still didn't know: "... Harold?! ”

"Surprised to see me, I know."

"How do you... How can it be? Wilkins' eyes widened in disbelief what had happened.

"Oh, that's a long story, none of that matters now. Uh-huh—" One of the dark shadows wanted to say something, but found it inconvenient, so he turned to the man next to him and said, "We need to talk alone, don't let anyone else disturb us." ”

The tall black shadow next to him seemed to be a bodyguard, and he immediately went out with his bag and closed the office door with his backhand.

The room fell silent, except for Wilkins' snorting gasps.

The shadow left behind said in a brisk tone, "Maybe you'd like to see the papers I put on the table." ”

Wilkins walked a few steps to his desk, where a thin document was lying.

He picked it up and saw that those documents were bank statements, which clearly recorded his recent large transfers.

His forehead was a little sweaty, but he still pretended to be calm: "I... I don't understand. ”

"Don't be confused with me, of course you understand. 招 (jì), molesting subordinates, embezzling employee pensions, and sending money to your private account in the Cayman Islands. Oh, Lawrence, what have you been doing all these years? ”

Wilkins felt his eyes a little sour, so he stood down and took off his glasses and set them aside: "I don't know what that means, or... How is this possible? ”

The dark shadow stood up and walked slowly towards him, the light beginning to shine on his face.

Harold Meacham, as Wilkins remembered decades ago, didn't seem to have changed at all.

No, it's not completely without change.

Eyes, yes, his eyes, straight and glowing with madness. It wasn't a human eye anymore, it was more like two gray-blue flames trying to burn everything in front of them.

"For the legacy, of course." Harold grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, "My legacy in the company." ”

"What? I... I don't understand..."

"If you think it's so easy to kick my kids out of the company and take the work of two generations of hard work as our family, you're sadly wrong." Harold sat down across the Wilkins table.

Wilkins suddenly realized that from a legal point of view, Harold had died, and he did not have all the rights of the world, no shares, no control, and no way to even call the police, because as soon as he appeared in public, he would be the first to be prosecuted for serious fraud.

This reality gave Wilkins the courage to stand up to him all of a sudden.

"You are blackmailing, you will not succeed!" He let out a roar.

"yes, of course not, because I didn't even think about blackmailing you. I'm here to talk about our children — and what we owe them as fathers. Harold laughed hoarsely, like a night owl.

Wilkins is getting more and more bold, he doesn't plan to entangle with this person more, maybe this person in front of him is just a liar who looks like Harold, and he doesn't know where to get this water, so he is ready to take advantage of the night to blackmail him.

Thinking of this, he grabbed the telephone on the table and prepared to call the security guard downstairs.

“... It's a lot of work. Do you think we didn't take them away and tell them that the company was going to do regular maintenance tonight? Please, Lawrence, use your brains. ”

The phone line must have been chopped off, and Wilkins couldn't hear any chime from the microphone.

He finally realized that today's things were not so simple, and after slowly calming down, he decided to wait and see.

"Now we can talk?" Harold Meacham adjusted to a comfortable position on the couch, "I said we all agree that our children and their lives are the most important thing, right?" ”

“... Probably. ”

"Have you ever wondered what will happen to the children when you (shēn) are ruined and everyone shouts and beats them like rats crossing the street? What will they be bullied into, or will they be chased and intercepted by the media, and they will not be able to hold their heads up all the time? ”

As he spoke, Harold saw a small picture frame on Wilkins' desk and reached for it, "Oh, yes. You see, your little Michael. ”

In the photo is a black teenager who looks to be in his teens, wearing glasses and smiling shyly at the camera.

Wilkins spewed fire in his eyes and pointed at Harold's nose and shouted, "You must not involve him!" ”

"No problem. He's fragile enough, bipolar disorder, no rule of law, hehe. Ah, I know I know, I know what it's like to have a troubled son. ”

Wilkins couldn't take it anymore and snatched the photo.

Harold clapped his hands and gave another signature toothy smile: "Look, we have so much in common." So I thought it was necessary to make a trip and show you an easy way. ”

"What is it, I'm listening." Wilkins leaned his head back in his chair and let out a long sigh, he was ready to accept reality. This madman, he can't afford to mess with.

"You're going to kill yourself."

Wilkins didn't expect to hear such an answer just when he was about to back down. It made him feel like he had been fooled, and anger rushed to his head for a moment, boiling blood making his ears rattle.

"Oh yes!" He tried his best to suppress the anger that was about to erupt, and replied hoarsely.

Harold, however, didn't notice the change in Wilkins at all, and still said to himself: "It's very simple, you just have to do it." A powerful man, crushed by life and work, you die as a tortured hero, these things will not be exposed. ”

Wilkins roared, "You'd better get out of here!" I don't know what you have (yīn) schemes, but I can tell you right now that I wouldn't..."

"Really? you

Want them to see the real you? ”

"I don't care!!"

"That's so sad, because a father has the primary responsibility for his children," Harold's eyes lit up dangerously, the pale skin of his face wrinkled, and his qíng became extremely hideous, "is to create a lie that is good enough for them to live in forever." ”

Before Wilkins could react, Harold quickly pulled a pistol out of his jacket pocket and pulled the trigger on his forehead without hesitation.

"Bang!"

Bright red blood and white brains splattered from the back of Lawrence Wilkins' head and painted on the walls and paintings behind it.

The bodyguard pushed the door open and walked in.

"How long will it take for the system to reboot?" Harold looked nonchalant, as if he had just crushed an ant.

"2 minutes and 30 seconds."

Harold immediately stood up and threw the pistol to the bodyguard: "Be sure to clean up the fingerprints and gunpowder residue from the pistol as soon as possible." I need to get out of here. ”

With that, he pushed open the office door and walked out.

"Oh, yes. What about women? ”

The bodyguard crooked his neck and didn't speak, but the meaning was clear.

"It's cruel, the fish in the East River are blessed tonight, that's a big beauty."

Harold clicked and closed the door.

News of Lawrence Wilkins' death by suicide (shēn) quickly spread throughout New York financial circles. As a well-known business tycoon in New York, Wilkins's death caused a great shock, major newspapers rushed to report, and a few days ago, Danny Rand, the son of the president of the RAND Group, was arrested for making and selling drug pins, and this series of negative news instantly pushed the company to the forefront.

The board blew up the same day. Without the leadership of the Meacham siblings, and without the Wilkins town, there was no one who had the prestige and ability to unite people's hearts, and these ordinary (rì) bombastic company executives were all frightened and headless flies when they received photos of their incriminating evidence one morning, and they discussed for days without progress.

As a last resort, they invited back the brother and sister who had been driven away to discuss countermeasures.

Naturally, the remuneration is sufficient.

Returning to this conference room again, it was two completely different moods, and Joey looked at the submissive executives in front of him, not to mention how happy he was.

"Unfortunately, I heard rumors from the company that Lawrence Wilkins had committed suicide, and this has now been widely reported. It's an emergency, we have to respond, and we've been in a lot of controversy for a while now—Danny's thing, my brother's resignation, and now it's this. As the media continues to report, our stock is sure to plummet further, unless—" Joey used his eloquence to the fullest, "do you think you can reinstate the man who led the RAND Group to make history (xìng) profits, and set things right." Let Wall Street and the world see that we are returning to stability. ”

"The reason for Wilkins' suicide will be discussed, and the RAND Group should show our strength to dispel those fears at this time, and the people of the Meacham family can save the situation, and we have the ability."

She stopped moving, grabbed the back of her chair with both hands, leaned forward, and looked at everyone in the room with her eyes blazing: "The truth is, you need us!" ”

A cadre of board members, you look at me, I look at you. Eventually, the newly elected President, Ms. Kelly Moran, said: "I propose that the Meacham brothers and sisters be reinstated... There is also the position of Mr. Rand. ”

"I second."

"Seconded."

"Totally yes."

"I support it."

"Yes."

...

Joey Meacham's hands on the back of her chair trembled slightly uncontrollably, and she took a deep breath and raised her neck high.

It's a pleasure I've never tried before, and it's so refreshing to play with these idiots.

Father and Uncle Wendell are pictured in the photo on the wall of the conference room with satisfied smiles on their faces, as if they were both looking at her.

Daddy, did you see that? I can actually be a qualified person in power!

She suddenly liked this feeling of being on top, is this what the president feels like?