No one knows what the future outcome of Osborne will be like now. But Zhou Yi still hopes that Mr. McCann can correct his mindset because things will rarely go smoothly as you expect.

The better you think now, the worse you will fall. Instead of holding such unrealistic fantasies, it is better to do your part honestly.

However, Zhou Yi was just talking in his heart. Because at this time, Mr. McCann, who was already blinded by his own power, would definitely not listen to what others said. Instead of saying it out loud and being disgusted, it would be better to put yourself in a foreign matter.

It happened that it seemed that the meeting time had already come, and the other shareholders all walked into the conference room one after another. So Zhou Yi signaled to McCann and followed him in.

With his current identity, it is not a good thing to get involved with people like McCann. If his methods are not secret enough, he might even implicate himself. Zhou Yi does not want to be the fish that will be affected. Therefore, he acted very evasive.

McCann naturally knew what Zhou Yi was avoiding. Looking at Zhou Yi's back as he left, a hint of anger flowed out of his eyes. But he was soon suppressed.

As a person who has worked hard in the business circle for so long, he is different from those politicians who only rely on empty talk. He knows very well who can afford to offend himself and who can't afford to offend himself. And Zhou Yi is the person he can't afford to offend him at present.

Unless, he has completely grasped Osborne.

This seems unlikely to happen now. However, when he thinks, such an opportunity is actually not far away.

After tidying up his tie, McCann pushed open the door of the conference room and walked in. When he walked in, a majestic voice suddenly rang.

"Mr. McCann, you came a full minute late. Did you do it on purpose? Or do you think you were the host of this meeting?"

The person who spoke was a pale and decayed old man sitting on the main seat of the conference table. ┡┢. (. He was wearing a neat suit, with gloves on his hands and a scarf on his neck. He wrapped himself tightly, revealing only his old head.

And it was this guy who looked sick and almost like the old man who was about to come. He scolded Mr. McCann, who had just entered. The vice president of the company mercilessly scolded him.

Faced with the old man's scolding, McCann's eyes not only did not have any anger, but instead was panic. After a while, he said uncertainly.

"Norman. Why do you look like this?"

The person who spoke was Norman Osborne, who was already rumored to be terminally ill and not far from death. What surprised McCann was not Osborne's existence, but his current state.

He remembered very clearly what kind of ghostly Norman he saw two months ago. To put it bluntly, he was almost as different as a zombie demon at that time. It was then that he felt that Osborne would be his own possession.

But now it seems that this feeling is just an illusion. Because he saw that Norman Osborn's condition had improved, although he still looked like he was about to die soon. But now he is much better than his previous look.

This was completely different from what McCann estimated, and even made him almost unable to believe what he saw. So when he was lost, he asked such a sentence.

As for McCann's question, a trace of coldness flowed out of Norman's eyes. He naturally knew what McCann was thinking. However, at that time, he was already terminally ill, obviously he had no energy to deal with such a subordinate who was ill-hearted.

But now it's different. He has got time again. Then the matter of solving this guy has been put on the agenda.

"What, McCann. Do you think my body is not going to be better? Or do you think I am here to announce my will? Then you can wait until I die and embezzle everything from my Osborne family?"

Norman Osborn asked coldly.┝┝═┞w?ww.. Almost no face left for McCann. This was his empire, a company he created. As long as he was still there, no one here had the right to speak in front of him. Therefore, he did not care about other people's faces at all.

When Norman said this, McCann naturally looked bad. On the one hand, it was because Norman's words really stimulated his self-esteem. On the other hand, it was because Norman told the secret in his heart.

He thought that Norman Oss could have lying on the bed and saying a few words through the camera with a three-dimensional image. But what he never expected was that he still had the ability to walk out of his mansion and come here to convene a board meeting in person.

However, although he was not mentally prepared, McCann still had the ability to act in a show. So he immediately showed a cheerful smile on his face and said to Norman.

"How could it be, Mr. Osborne. I think you must have misunderstood. I just didn't expect that your body would be better so quickly."

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly. Norman knew that it was not the time to deal with this guy, so he clicked the table, put on an indifferent expression and said. "Sit down, Mr. McCann. We are about to start the board meeting."

McCann sat obediently at Osborne, and only then did he appear. Next to the old Osborne, there was a young man sitting, a young man who was 70 or 80% similar to Norman. Seeing this young man, he immediately thought of his identity.

Harry Osborne, Norman Osborne's only son and his only heir. Thinking of this relationship, he sneered in his heart again.

Almost, he was frightened by Old Osborne. He had already seen it. Old Osborne is pretending now. Although his power is still there, he is just a paper tiger at most. The situation is far more serious than what he shows. Otherwise, he would not have brought Harry with him.

I think so, retroviral hyperplasia, how could this rare disease that is almost non-recorded, be cured so easily!

After thinking about the joint in between, McCann felt relieved again. All he had to do now was to wait for the day when Norman couldn't stand it. He had conducted in-depth investigations into the genetic diseases of the Osborne family and knew very well that old Osborne could not last long. And at that time, it was his opportunity.

Time has become something that both sides need to fight for now. Whoever wins in the end depends on who time will prefer.

However, Old Osborn obviously doesn't want to bet on time. He wants to buy time not just to gain enough capital for Harry's superiority, but more to make himself survive.

So he patted the table, glanced at the shareholders present, and said first.

"I heard that you plan to close all GM research projects within the company. I want to know, why do you do this? Or have you asked me for your opinion on doing this?"

"Norman, you should know. The company is not optimistic now. There is a reason why we close these departments. They cannot create even a little profit for us now. Instead of keeping them, consume our resources in vain and increase the pressure we are under now. It is better to close them directly and reduce our losses. This is actually a means to avoid risks."

As the starter of this decision, McCann felt that he was obliged to answer the question. So he tried his best to explain their thoughts to Old Osborne.

As Wall Street shareholders who only care about interests, they have long disliked these genetically modified departments. They consumed a lot of resources from Osborne, but did not produce anything useful. After finally getting a finished product, it turned people into lizards. How could they continue to accept the fact that their money has been wasted by Osborne.

Therefore, this resolution is no longer just a decision by McCann alone. It represents the opinions of most shareholders.

If it were something else, Norman might compromise with so many shareholders. But he would never compromise on this matter. Because the creation of the genetically modified department was not for anything else, but for the cure of his genetic disease. This is something that concerns his life and death. How could he be stopped by others because of some interests?

So he said immediately.

"I still say the same thing. You have not approved my consent. Then this resolution cannot be passed. I am the leader of this company. There is only my voice in this company. I don't agree, you can't change anything. The genetically modified department is reopened, starting from now on. What I want is immediately, immediately. Do you understand?"

Norman Osborne has been in charge of this company for decades, bringing him step by step from a small company to the top level in the world. It can be said that his position in this company is unshakable. In addition, he is a strong and domineering person, so he is basically a one-man show of his own in the board meeting. What he decided cannot be changed. This was the same in the past, but it is still the same now.

Despite the unwillingness in their hearts, the capitalists who were McCann had to lower their heads in front of Norman Osborne. They really didn't have the courage to confront such a tyrant-like figure.

But they didn't dare. It didn't mean that no one dared. At least, Zhou Yi didn't care much about a mere Osborne. So when the meeting became quiet, his voice seemed particularly eye-catching.

"Mr. Osborne, since you don't want to close these GM departments that have no gains. Then I want to know. What are you going to make up for our losses?"

After seeing who the person talking was, Old Osborne's eyes shrank slightly, and then his tone became subtle.

"I said who would speak at this time? It turned out to be you, Mr. Zhou. Why, does a person like you who owns a large company care about these insignificant small profits?"

"This is not the case, but I'm just curious. After all, my money is not blown by the strong wind. These are the assets I have made little by little. I don't want them to completely disappear from my books because of some unnecessary mistakes."

"How is that possible, Mr. Zhou. We are people on the same boat!"

Regarding Zhou Yi's words, Norman Osborne not only did not get angry, but laughed. He also laughed very subtlely (to be continued.)
Chapter completed!