"Mr. Mohan, I wonder what you are thinking about?"

Fortu asked to Mike Mohan on the other side of the phone.

Although his tone sounded very warm, just like his usual style, there was no smile on his face at this moment.

After Bill Roper left France and returned to the United States, Fortu did not immediately contact Blizzard's president Mike Mohan, but instead called after a few days.

In his heart, he also knew that Blizzard still needed to discuss this matter.

Although, according to his point of view, a wholly owned subsidiary is not qualified to question his decision or to be picky, he still gave them a few days to think and discuss.

In his opinion, he was really kind enough.

However, his kindness still has a deadline.

So, what decisions will they make after giving them a few days?

Fortu's heart was also filled with a hint of curiosity.

Of course, it doesn't mean that he really cares about how Blizzard's senior executives will make a decision. His mentality at this time is more like a cat teasing the other person before eating a mouse.

It's just a bad taste.

He could hear that after listening to his words, Mike Mohan on the other side of the phone paused clearly, and even when he was here, he could hear the other party's heavy breathing through the receiver.

"Sorry, Mr. Fortu, we insist that even though Blizzard has sold it to Vivendi, in our professional field, we still have to make our own decisions."

After a long time, as if he had made up his mind, the voice of Mike Mohan came from the receiver.

"So that's the case. Sure enough, you are really a group of disobedient chess pieces!"

When Fortu's tone suddenly became cold when he heard Mike Mohan's voice.

Although he has not been the president for a long time, and although he has been in a state of anxiety over the company's huge debt problems since he took office, in his heart, he still has the pride of being a president.

Blizzard's behavior of rebelling against his will was a challenge and offense to him.

"If that's the case, then I will not pass you through you. I officially announce to you that next, Vivendi will start the merger program. Your Blizzard Company will be incorporated into Vivendi Games and become part of Vivendi Games. In the future, all matters will be handled by Vivendi Games." Fortu spoke to Mike Mohan on the other side of the phone without any tone.

"This is impossible. Blizzard is independent and free!" McMohan screamed on the other side of the phone, his words full of anger.

"Hmph, your independence and freedom have already said goodbye to you since the day you were acquired! Don't forget that Blizzard belongs to Vivendi, and you don't even have a cent share!" Fortu interrupted McMohan coldly.

Mike Mohan on the other side of the phone, although he had known this for a long time, and although he had known Vivendi's sinister intentions for them, at this moment, when he heard these words from Fortu's mouth, he still couldn't help but tremble violently.

Blizzard has developed to this day, and it carries their hard work and their ideals, but now, he actually says he has nothing to do with him?!

These abominable capitalists.

These damn vampires!

For a moment, he regretted the decision to sell the company.

But now, what's the use of regretting it again?

As for buying the company back, after all, with Blizzard's reputation in the game industry, they have indeed made some money in the past few years. However, capitalists are not stupid. How could they easily let this chicken that lays golden eggs go? With Blizzard's reputation also rises, and its price is also high.

Now they can no longer afford Blizzard.

"We are firmly unable to agree with your approach, which will ruin Blizzard. If you insist on this, then as the actual leaders of Blizzard, we believe that we can no longer cooperate with such a company. Seeing our efforts being trampled on, we can only resign!"

Mike Mohan gritted his teeth and spoke to Fortu on the other side of the phone.

At the same time, the founders standing beside him also had firm faces on their faces.

From the beginning, they came to McMohan's office, and then McMohan opened the hands-free, and they listened to the conversation between McMohan and Fortu.

Now, they still used their trump card to use this extreme method to fight against Vivendi.

Perhaps, they are not opponents of capital, but they also want to let capitalists see their determination to maintain their spirit and ideals.

No matter who it is, they cannot trample their efforts.

Although they also knew that once the trouble reached such a point, even if Vivendi retreated, they would not be able to avoid the possibility of liquidation in the future, but they were still willing to bet on everything for their beloved company.

Sure enough, just after Mike Mohan said that, Fortu's originally somewhat aggressive words on the other side of the phone suddenly stopped.

It was as if the phone suddenly lost its voice.

The people behind Mike Mohan couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Win!

They were indeed frightened by their determination to defeat the death.

Everything before might be just a bluff.

Thinking of this, they could hardly help but fantasize in their hearts whether they would transform Vivendi's people into ugly villains in the later game, allowing these capitalists to be nailed to the pillar of shame forever.

However, they didn't know at all that Fortu on the other side of the phone had a full of sneer on his face at this moment.

Threat of resignation?

What do they think they are?

It's just a group of jumping clowns.

So, just as Mike Mohan and others on the other side of the phone were almost unable to help but show their victory to him, he opened his mouth and simply spoke to the other side of the phone: "Okay!"

On the other side of the phone, there was a sudden silence like death.

All the expressions of celebration were frozen on the face.

Now, Mike Mohan and others who changed the phone looked disbelief...
Chapter completed!