The clouds converged again, and the rain flowed down.

Johnson was still sitting on the couch looking at the waterline that was constantly being washed and entangled in the window, but his eyes were no longer determined. If he really can't control that-stirring stick, it's time to step up the back road, the scale of King's parachute is not enough, and he has to prepare more 'severance pay,'.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak to the lawyer, the door opened.

"Hell, it's a goddamn rainy day. Gentlemen, aren't you hot, why can't you feel the air conditioner working?" The visitor wiped the sweat and rain on his head with a tissue, and looked around the room in a slow and low tone.

The assistant stood up and glanced out of the door, the words came to his mouth in a circle, swallowed keenly back to his stomach, and silently turned on the air conditioner.

A smile hung over Johnson's face, "Come, Jonny, I'm about to invite you. You're right, the English nobleman gave up the bid, and it's our turn to respond, what do you think?"

"Thoughts? I didn't have any idea, because I was always convinced that he was bluffing. I have to say that you are too cautious, we can't be led by the nose by him, and the best response is to execute the original merger and acquisition plan." Jonny sat down on the couch, crossed his legs, and put his hands on his knees.

The lawyer lowered his head and pinned the pen in his suit pocket, and picked up the pile of papers on the table: "I have something to do, you can talk."

"Don't worry, Steven, you have to be there on this occasion. You have a lot of experience, and we can't do without you." Jonny said like a master, leaning lightly against the back of the sofa chair and raising his chin slightly.

"Perhaps." The lawyer shrugged his shoulders and repeated to himself, "Maybe you're right, if you're willing to gamble." , and walked out.

Johnson tried to keep his emotions in check, keeping his smile unchanged, but was unsuccessful.

"Jonny! You can't do this, we are a team, unity, tolerance and trust can make us to the end!" The door closed, and he couldn't help but warn.

Jonny nodded repeatedly, a handful of gray hair on the top of his head trembling, "Yep! Team. Could it be that the so-called team just pushed me out as a victim and told me to be tolerant and trusting? Shit's team. Why didn't he suggest that the tobacco department be thrown out as a scapegoat?"

The company has two major businesses, tobacco and food, and he is the head of the food division.

The pressure on Hall was so great that some members of the management M&A team, led by legal counsel, suggested that in a new round of bidding, the sale of the relatively sluggish food division would win shareholder approval.

This means that even if the management eventually completes the merger, his personal interests will suffer a significant loss.

Therefore, the others still have a way back, and he has been completely forced into a corner, so he can only make a tough gesture and jump up and down to say that he wants to bet with Hall to the end. So far, he seems to have won the bet and must take advantage of the victory to shove the plan to sell the food department down the toilet and flush it away.

"Selling the Tobacco Division?" Johnson's expression darkened.

Jonny's momentum froze: "...... Just a hypothesis. In fact we don't have to sell anything, Rose, and you can't continue to be bluffed by that little. He doesn't have a spy on our core team, he doesn't know what we're doing, and there's no way he would dare to make a $105 offer." ….

"Selling the Tobacco Division?" Unmoved, Johnson asked repeatedly, "Who told you you could sell the tobacco division?"

"It's just a hypothesis, assuming you understand?"

"Jonny, I think we're going to have to talk. I know you have grievances, but we can't fight among ourselves......

"Damn it! Don't be delusional about messing around and messing around, we all know each other well, I don't eat this! Listen, I'm against a merger proposal to sell the food division!" Jonny had a showdown.

The tobacco division is the core of the company, and the focus of mergers and acquisitions is the tobacco department. Even *** wouldn't really want to sell the tobacco department, he was just angry.

But Johnson made up his mind to play on the topic, he had a way out, and he didn't want to gamble to the end. In fact, he had long been deliberately adjusting the declining food department, Oreos, cereal, lollipops, what was that? Is it addictive?

As a result, a showdown was destined to end unhappily.

Jonny left full of anger and vented his emotions by racing alone in the rain.

As for his driver, he waited in the rain for half an hour before finally booking a taxi, which circled around the Upper East Side for a long time and parked under an office building.

…………

Crash.

A huge black umbrella was opened, and a handsome young boy in a light-colored casual suit with a letter brooch pinned to his chest stepped out of Rolls-Royce.

Then in a long line of luxury convoys, a dozen men and women with elite tones descended, all of whom looked to be under forty years of age, except for an old man who was half a step behind the young boy.

Several security guards looked up at the clear sky, then down at the young boy's large black umbrella and then at a yellow-skinned woman holding an umbrella beside him. This combination ...... I hope the cleaner is lazy today, there is an obstacle on the road, and the nervous guy is killed.

"Atlanta is much hotter than New York...... Sunbath? The doctor said that I was not deficient in calcium, and that I was very healthy and could live until I died...... Speaking of which, it is a good personal doctor, AIG special insurance service. Yes, it's part of my family office now, do you need it, I can introduce you to ......."

Martin Davis looked at the young aristocrat who was as easy to socialize as he was attending a celebrity dinner, and inexplicably wanted to laugh, this guy is really a good, no, excellent, exceptionally excellent-stirring stick.

"He's here in person?! Who is sitting there?" Johnson put down his phone and turned his head to look at the group gathered in the corner of the conference room.

Klasvi looked at Johnson, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he won the game.

The group walked into the conference room with great momentum, and Martin Davis clapped his hands: "This is the newly hired M&A advisor to our special board committee, His Excellency Hugo Hall, and his team. I've already informed you before, and I'm sure you're all aware of it. Needless to say, let's start the official bidding."

"Who are they?" Johnson stood up.

Hall gave up the bid and became an advisor to the board of directors to inform the acquirer together, and he thought that the team in the room was this guy's man......

"First Bank of Boston, I'm so sorry for not participating in the auction, so I helped match a new institution to inherit my bidding rights." Hall's expression was sincere, his tone was sincere, and he took the initiative to shake his hand.

Johnson was stunned for a moment, his lips trembled, Tong Kong enlarged, and his breathing gradually became short.

Kravis laughed, relieved. He felt that his IQ was being trampled on the ground, and everyone, the IQ and dignity of everyone in this room were being trampled on!

He was passive, as was the unbeliever whose lungs were about to be blown out; Martin Davis, who has a hard-line style and publicly scolds the street and says that he is unwilling to cooperate with the incompetent and mentally retarded, is active, and the shareholders' meeting is also active.

For the sake of profit, they are willing to lower their IQ and give up their dignity, cooperate with a child to perform fairy tales, and turn a merger and acquisition that may be written into the history of the financial industry into child's play.

The so-called emperor's new clothes, but that's it.......

I'm mortal