Early the next morning, Mr. Igor's wife woke up from her bed, and the moment she opened her eyes, she did not make any movement, but looked at the ceiling with a blank face. It wasn't until about three minutes later that she realized something was wrong. What's wrong isn't that she's been violated, it's that she's not violated. When her husband brought the young man back last night, she knew what was going to happen, only this time she didn't struggle as much as she did last time.

She sat up from the bed and checked her clothes, making sure that she had not been violated in any way, slightly strangely. She knew her husband, a devil with black hair, who had found a homeless man to assault her, and watched and took pleasure in it.

She hated him, but wouldn't show it, because she and her children needed the home and all the expenses. She looked at the bedroom, it was no different from before, she had checked every corner of the house, it was exactly the same as last night. The only difference was that her husband and the handsome young man were gone.

She sat on the couch, staring blankly at the unturned television, and after a while she took a little money from the drawer and left the house with the cloth bag she used to hold the food. She also had to prepare lunch for the children and pick them up by the way, and she didn't have that much time left.

She calmly closed the door, glanced at the vanished car in the doorway, and smiled pleasantly on her face.

It's the weekend, and his husband won't be going anywhere!

No, he went out for a walk, just didn't come back.

She may not know that her husband has been buried in a wasteland more than 100 kilometers away, but this may not mean anything to her, life is always so helpless, and everyone has to go down without it.

Everything was so peaceful, just like every day before, the culprit who caused her husband to die was ushered in a woman he didn't really want to see - Nasha.

"I can see that you like this girl a lot, is it because she is beautiful?", Nasha's gaze kept wandering aggressively on Dove's body, her attention was always focused on a few special parts, and she pouted from time to time, as if questioning Durin's aesthetics, "It's indeed a beautiful girl, but she looks a little smaller, and I take the liberty to ask, do you like this kind of girl who is not very developed?"

"Yours isn't big!", Durin shot back with a smile, the lethality of this sentence was still very amazing, Nasha's secretary sat on the side with her head lowered, touching her glasses from time to time, eager to find a place where others couldn't see and hide in.

She swore that there must be something between the two men, otherwise Durin would not have been able to tell the truth about Miss Nasha's characteristics.

Nasha's face was slightly red, she glanced at Durin, crossed her legs and held the coffee tray, took a few sips of coffee, and then put the coffee back along with the tray with an expressionless face, "You are so rude, how can you say such a thing?"

Durin wasn't annoyed at all, "I'm just telling a fact, nothing else, and I don't think I'm offending your counterpart." On the contrary, you should be the one who is rude, Miss Nassar. You barged into my office and commented on my housekeeper and secretary, is that the style peculiar to everyone in the George family?"

Nasha seems to be very happy to provoke Durin, and even though she hasn't won once so far, she still enjoys it.

The main reason for coming to Otis was that Mr. John and his father had discovered what was called "TV tape", or to put it bluntly, the tape that Doolin had issued. These tapes convey information through sound and images, making it easier for readers to understand what they need to know than readers reading newspapers, and it is easier for them to penetrate people's hearts. After all, those living politicians or actors are as if they were watching a movie like no other, and the audience was of course deeply impressed.

To John's surprise, it was only when the middle-class housewives began to gather to discuss the content of the sitcoms that he realized the magic of this thing. While he had his son, Nasha's father, set out to form a tape company belonging to the George family, he sent Nasha to Otis in the hope that she would be able to buy his company from Doolin.

That's how industry trusts do things, build and buy. Money means nothing to John, who is already in bed, and what he needs now is greater political influence. He could see that the guy named Durin was indeed a talent, who could turn the news in the newspaper into a picture in a whimsical way, and then spread it to thousands of households, and quietly affect the middle and upper classes of the empire.

Yes, in his opinion, it is a newspaper with images, as long as it is a newspaper industry, it belongs to his sphere of influence.

That's why Nasha is here.

"To sell or not to sell, the company of the Star of Empire, I'll give you a number you can't imagine. Nasha was a little smug as she spoke, it was definitely a staggering number, and she was taken aback when she heard it herself. She wanted to see something on Durin's face that she wanted to see, but alas, this guy was like the last time in Ilian, without any surprise or annoyance, always smiling and half-dead.

Durin slowly took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it, the smoke of the cigarette curled up between the two of them, as if their vision was blocked by these transparent smokes, and even the other party's eyes could not really see it.

"What do you think of Otis?", Durin asked suddenly, the question caught Nasha off guard, and she nodded subconsciously.

"It's pretty shabby, but it's not bad, and there are construction sites all over the place, which means it's going to be completely new soon. Nasha is telling the truth.

She has been to prosperous places, and she has also been to a small border town like Tennell, which is not very good, but it gives people a surging illusion that the city seems to be alive and alive, and now this vitality is expanding and exploding!

Du Lin was still happy to deal with Nasha's affirmation, and he pointed out with his cigarette in his hand, "Are you interested in investing in some projects? For the sake of our friends, I can give you some advice to ensure that you can make a lot of money." ”

Nasha was stunned for a moment, then then muttered, "Hey, hey, I'm talking about whether you're willing to sell that media company, not that you want to invest here." ”

Durin laughed a few times and shook his head, "The Star of Empire is to me what the Feature Press is to your George family, are you willing to sell your family's Feature Press? If you want, I can buy it for money, for a sum of money you can't imagine." ”

He wasn't lying, if John intended to sell him three of his Syndicate, Dührin would immediately be able to raise a sum of money from all sides that could shake the empire's economy to buy John's estate. Countless people are coveting his three feature agencies and his status in the newspaper industry. If he was willing to sell, many people would give the money to Durin, and in return only give them a certain amount of shares.

Maybe tens of millions is already an astronomical amount in the eyes of ordinary people, but Du Lin believes that he has to scrape together at least 100 million dollars.

Instead of fighting back at Durin this time, Nasha fell silent. She knew that it was impossible, whether it was her grandfather or her father or her, no matter who was in power, it was impossible to sell any of the family's estate, not even someone else's shares.

Durin rejected her, rejected her again, which made her a little depressed, "Don't you really want to work with the family? Now there is a good opportunity, why give up? Do you know that we have established a media company, we can do what you do, and we will do it better than you." Your company is worth a little money now, but when our company is up and running, maybe your Empire Star Media Company won't be worth a penny!"

This time, Nasha said the full name of Doolin's company, and as the first member of the third generation of the George family, she had to take a lot of courses and auxiliary paths, whether she wanted it or not, both in terms of knowledge and business management. It was impossible for her to forget the purpose of her trip, and she had only deliberately angered Durin.

Durin sneered at her and stood up. He walked to the window and turned to face inside, his hands pressed against the window, his chin slightly raised. The noon sun outside the house was very intense, like a ray of light falling from the sky, shining on his body, and the whole person was integrated into the light. With pride and self-confidence, and a hint of contempt, he whispered: "In the field of newspapers, I admit that the George family is the number one deservedly. But in the field of TV tape, it's not that people with money can play well, here, I'm the great king!"

"Nasha, I advise you and hope that you will bring the message to Mr. John, it is still too late to withdraw the investment, if the investment is too large, I am afraid it will be difficult to give it up at that time!", he raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette before exhaling, billowing smoke blowing in his face, "By the way, the reason why the George family has been able to become the trust of the newspaper industry is because Mr. John was born some years before me. ”

As Durin spoke, Nasha lost her mind for a moment.

It was as if she had seen her grandfather, and even though he was lying on the hospital bed with a sickly face, there was an indescribable pride and confidence that supported him.