Mark asked the secretary to contact a private place where the meeting could be provided, no matter how much money was spent, he had to find a suitable place, and if this conference of the newspaper alliance did not take place, everything that happened today would become a disgrace to the George family, and it would intensify the suspicion of the family by external forces.

When he returned to the manor in the evening, he unexpectedly saw Arthur's car in the parking lot, a gold-plated gold car he had bought more than two years earlier. This car was named "House Golden Dragon" by the manufacturer and Arthur, and it was just one in the entire imperial capital, and he spent 320,000 yuan to order it from the House Automobile Company, and the outside was made of about 70% pure gold alloy, which could render the buildings on both sides of the street golden when the sun was good. Such an exaggerated and high-profile car can only be driven by Arthur, and only he dares to drive.

Later, Mr. John said a few words to him, and the car was thrown into the garage by him, and he never took it out again.

Unexpectedly, here today, Mark saw this car again. He frowned as he got out of the car, it was a time for the George family to face a great difficulty, and they would continue to rule the entire newspaper industry in the past, and if they did, decades of hard work would become flowing water, nourishing the "dry" earth. What is needed at this critical juncture is to be low-key, not high-profile, but Arthur driving such a car around the city will make more people disgusted with the George family.

This is a "subtle" city, there are too many big people living here, they don't dare to be high-profile, a guy who doesn't know the severity of the matter is so arrogant, it will bring them a very bad influence.

Mark withdrew his gaze and walked into the building of the manor, the butler smiled stiffly and lowered his head, Mark handed him his coat casually, "What about the Arthurs, let him come to me." ”

"He's ...... in the master's bedroom," the butler's eyes suddenly stopped, and he hurriedly stopped his steps and followed closely behind Mark.

Mark glanced at him sideways, his expression was a little strange, "You said he was in his father's room, what was he doing there?", with Arthur's relationship with Mr. John, he would never have been kind enough to see Mr. John and hope that he would be able to turn around, on the contrary, he would have cursed Mr. John to return to the ......arms of God as soon as possible. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Mark ran towards the stairs with a gloomy face.

He was speculating if Arthur would be doing something.

Now that Mr. John's life is sustained by those sophisticated medical equipment, if one of the machines fails, there is no doubt that Mr. John will be in the "past tense".

That bastard, maybe he could do something like that!

When he slammed open the door of Mr. John's bedroom, the sight made him not believe his eyes, Arthur sat on the edge of the bed, holding Mr. John's hand, so that the back of his old hand pressed tightly against his cheek, and there was an indissoluble sadness in his eyes, as if it were another person.

When did this bastard still have such a human side, is it because he finally woke up?

Mark walked to the side of the medical equipment and roughly checked the operation of these equipment to make sure that none of them had a red light, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone subconsciously softened a little, "You didn't say hello to me." He touched Mr. John's forehead, which was warm.

Arthur showed a sneering expression on his face and retorted, "This is my father's manor, not yours, I don't need to greet you, do you think you have this qualification?", Arthur's face showed a thick mockery, "Father is not dead, you are not the head of the family yet!"

To be honest, even he was shocked that Arthur could say such a thing, he never thought that he would say such a thing one day, and it was precisely such words that made Mark think that Arthur was sober up and knew how important Mr. John was to the whole family. He didn't laugh angrily and shook his head and turned away, now he knows that he cares for his father, what did he do before?

When Mark left, Arthur looked at Mr. John's quiet and kind face with a complicated expression, and he suddenly found that he hadn't looked at this man so closely for a long time, and in his impression this man was still the same as more than thirty years ago, with a momentum that was not angry but mighty, which made him feel scared all the time.

He remembered a lot of things, the first time he rode a bike, the first time he swam, the first time he climbed a mountain as a child. He never worries about his back, he just needs to keep moving forward, because he knows that behind him, there is someone silently protecting him.

Since when did their relationship become alienated and become like enemies?

Arthur gently stroked the large age spots on Mr. John's face, how smooth they used to be, but now there were not only wrinkles, but also these horrible spots. He wanted to smooth out those wrinkles, but he couldn't, because he wasn't God Almighty.

When he was about fourteen or fifteen years old, the George family looked down on the newspaper industry like the sun at noon, and Mr. John wanted to actively expand the family business and planned to enter the printing industry, so he neglected to discipline him. In the family, those uncles and aunts began to care about him very much, taught him how to spend money, how to enjoy, how to use his position to bring him everything he wanted, and successfully turned him into a loser.

Then what he faces is no longer a caring father, but constant criticism, scolding, and punishment. He was fed up with Mr. John's dictating his life, he was fed up with the need to study hard every day, and he was fed up with getting up at five in the morning and going to the office at seven.

The rift between the two gradually turned into a bottomless abyss that could not be crossed.

Arthur's emotions suddenly spiraled out of control, and he fell on top of Mr. John and whimpered, tears soaking the sheets.

He knew he had done a lot wrong, but was it too late to regret it?

It's too late!

Mark, who was standing outside the door and secretly observing Arthur through the crack in the door, breathed a sigh of relief and left lightly, although Arthur regretted it a little late, but it was much better than not understanding it yet.

"I'm sorry, father. At the moment when Mark turned around, Arthur, who was in tears, raised his head, climbed the transparent tube beside him with his palm, and clutched it tightly, he looked at Mr. John's calm as if he was asleep, waiting by his side.

Two minutes later, he let go of his hand, wiped away his tears, kissed Mr. John's forehead, and left the room.

At the moment when Arthur gently closed the door, Mr. John, who was lying on the bed and should have died, suddenly opened his eyes. He took off the mask of the ventilator, and his face was so gloomy that he could drip water.

There was no room for anything but horror in his eyes, and he couldn't believe that his youngest son wanted to kill him!

And this bastard really did!

Mr. John, who had never considered himself a loser in life, suddenly had an unspeakable pain in his chest, and he lost. Lost to life, lost to himself, but soon his expression became resolute, now is not the time for him to feel about life, the family is facing a storm, first stabilize the situation, he has time to teach his son, how to respect him as a father.

In fact, Mr. John did fall into a coma after learning that the feature agency had been burned, but he soon woke up. He asked the doctor not to tell anyone, partly to test the performance of the two sons Mark and Arthur after the "loss" of his father, and partly in the hope that he could lure out some potential enemies by being unconscious.

Now it seems that the plan was successful, but it was a bit excessive.

But it wasn't time for him to wake up, he had to wait, and his presence at the press union convention was more meaningful than when Mark was going to be called the press union.

If you want to deliver the heaviest blow to your enemies with your fists, you first need to withdraw your fists!

The next morning, Mark had the directors of newspapers from all over the country invited to the estate, and since there was no one willing to take on the meeting, it was held in the open air. Those friends of the family chose to wait and see at this critical moment, which made Mark very cold, and at the same time realized the ruthlessness of capital.

In this world, people do not communicate feelings, but money, connections, and power, but there are no feelings.

When you are popular, everyone will flatter and say nice things, hoping that you can bring them to make a fortune together.

When you're down, these people will stand aside with knives and forks, waiting for you to be lifted up to the table for food.

Because of the peculiarity of the location, there was no need to worry about anything in the venue this time, everyone sat down around the long tables, more than 260 people attended the meeting, some people did not come, and some people have already taken a clear stand against the George family.

A manor like the George family is always surrounded by greenery, even in autumn, surrounded by lush vegetation that protects the privacy of its owner. There were also a lot of people arranged outside the manor, and no matter who it was this time, they didn't want to break in and disturb Mark's meeting.

When Mark appeared at the venue, Mr. John was wearing a low-key and restrained outfit with the help of the butler, his chin raised in front of the mirror, and the sapphire neckline of the neckline was glamorous. It is said that people who like to wear sapphire jewelry are smarter, and Mr. John thinks this rumor is correct, and he likes sapphires.

He stretched out his hand, and the butler placed a delicate staff of civilization in his hand.

He did deceive everyone, but it didn't come without a price.

His legs, not so convenient anymore.