"Then what." Norris moved a chair awkwardly, Sean smiled and sat down and asked: "Report the crime, call the police?"

"Ha, it doesn't matter. As long as Murdoch doesn't feel embarrassed, I don't care."

Lynch smiled bitterly, Sean didn't care, and he didn't know what to say.

"Hey." Sean waved to the shareholders with ugly faces, who had previously negotiated with Murdoch, "Guys, if you sell shares to someone, it's not a sale. Isn't my Sean's money money?

, it’s not too hot, Murdoch can’t sign a contract with you anyway, how about selling it to me.”

Several people looked at each other, they didn't mind selling to Sean, but the problem is, not now!

If they dare to do this, Murdoch must set the hatred value to OT.

If you can't help this guy Sean, then you can't help them!

They don't dare to form a deadly feud with Murdoch.

Sean curled his lips when he saw this. Of course he understood the plight of several people, but what the hell does this have to do with me.

"Mr. Lynch, you have also seen that old guy Murdoch is not good enough. He is just here to cause trouble. I know you don't mind him using the capital media to put pressure on the other side, but..." Xiao

En stared into Lynch's eyes, "But Mr. Lynch, you can only choose one person between me and Murdoch."

"Would you choose Murdoch?"

"No, you won't, and Murdoch won't buy Metropolis Media at an excessive premium."

"A veteran capitalist like him is used to careful calculation!"

"So, what's the point of dragging it on!?" Sean spread his hands, "You have to sell your shares anyway."

"I really am..." Lin Qi looked up at the sky and felt like he was beeping.

No, it was the dog that beeped!

Gan!

He still really didn't expect Sean to beat Murdock.

This isn't fucking Chicago from the last century, where everyone had money in one hand and a revolver in the other.

Don't think about it, there must be a commotion outside now.

As Sean said, Murdoch would not be so generous.

Besides, he is no longer a human being inside and out. If he sells to Murdoch, he will offend Sean to death. If he sells to Sean, he will offend Murdoch to death.

What a sin!

He must make a decision.

The guy in front of me has a "mad dog" temper, and he is really numb.

After doing business for so many years and having negotiated so many times, this is the first time I have ever seen someone come up and beat up a competitor first!

I have really awakened my ancestral bloodline!

Lynch didn't want to provoke an enemy like a mad dog in the future.

Damn it, damn it!

"Okay, Mr. Sean, you win!" Lynch stretched out his hand and forced a smile on his face. He wanted to sell more!

"That's right!" Sean stretched out his hand that was still stained with Murdoch's blood and shook it tightly with Lynch, "Come on, let's give Mr. Lynch a cappuccino!"

"

From the moment Lynch agreed, Sean controlled 51% of Metropolis Media's shares, becoming the proper major shareholder.

Peter Chernin looked at Sean and Lynch holding hands, raised his hand and slapped his head hard, was I wrong, or was the boss right?

So, I haven’t grasped the essence of negotiation?

He lowered his head, raised his hand, and clenched his fist to look.

"I advise you to give up this stupid idea." Lorraine glanced at Guan Hai who looked thoughtful next to him, rolled his eyes and turned away.

Sooner or later these guys will become useless if they follow that guy!

The three shareholders looked at this scene and were dumbfounded. They were originally going to sell their shares to Murdoch, but what the heck...

What should we do now?

Waiting online, it’s quite urgent!

…

Downstairs, underground parking lot.

The elevator door opened, and Murdoch, whose hair stood on end with anger and his face was swollen, appeared in the lobby supported by two bodyguards.

Several reporters were squatting at the foot of the wall smoking cigarettes. They were originally waiting for today's press conference.

Someone broke the news that Murdoch was going to acquire Capital Media's shares.

The law does not say that Americans cannot own American television stations, but it does not say that they cannot own a certain percentage of shares.

Suddenly seeing this scene, out of professional instinct, several people subconsciously picked up their cameras and clicked.

To be honest, none of the people could see who it was when we first took the photo. It was really just a professional habit.

But after the shooting, I realized that the old man with his face deformed seemed to be, probably, media tycoon Rupert Murdoch?

What kind of situation is this?

When he was caught by the flash, Murdoch turned his head subconsciously, but he immediately thought it was a reporter.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang in my mind. The photo of him being beaten into a pig's head must not be spread out!

"Catch them!!" Murdoch shouted quickly.

The two bodyguards let go of Murdoch and rushed directly towards the reporters.

The reporters also realized that they must have been favored by the goddess of luck today. Even if they smoked, they would be hit by pizza falling from the sky.

Without saying anything, he yelled, "Run!"

Like stray dogs, the reporters instantly dispersed and ran in all directions.

Sean has always believed that journalists are an all-round force with multiple skills!

The two bodyguards tried their best but only one of them knocked down the other and grabbed the camera while the reporter howled wildly.

However, three reporters still ran away...

What should I do if I turn my head and look helplessly at my boss who was beaten into a pig head?

"Stupid, stupid!" Murdoch was really going crazy.

Next time, bring forty bodyguards with you next time!!

He could imagine that the reporters were already in contact to sell the photos.

According to the rules of the newspaper industry, those reporters should first sell the negatives to him.

But the question is, will those reporters leave enough photos?

The answer is yes!

In an instant, Murdoch thought clearly. Since he couldn't stop it, he might as well make a big fuss and let the whole world condemn that mad dog-like guy!

Let all the rich know the face of that mad dog!

"Give them back, let's go!" Murdoch ordered as soon as his thoughts changed.

He wants to go to the hospital and call the police!

…

The news seemed to have wings, spreading at an unimaginable speed and fermenting, expanding, and detonating in an instant...

Word spread like a gust of wind that Murdoch, the media tycoon and owner of News Corporation, was beaten!

Murdoch is under attack!

Murdoch is hospitalized with serious injuries!

Murdoch is dead...

In a way that left Murdoch stunned, it became unrecognizable.

The first person to receive the news was his 38-year-old wife Anna, "What, Murdoch was beaten to death, haha, haha, no, wuwuwu, I'm so sad!"

Then came the two sons who received the news one after another, "Ha, woo woo, dad, you, ha, died so miserably, ha!"

Then there are some professional managers from News Corporation.

After arriving at the hospital, Murdoch's cell phone never stopped. First, his two sons called in a panic, "How is your father? What, is he okay? How can he be okay?"

Murdoch:???

"Ah, father, it's great that you're okay. I'm asking, what's going on!?"

Why do I sound like you are disappointed?!

Then there was his wife, and then there were the company's senior management, all the rich people he knew, and so many people he cared about, which made Murdoch feel very complicated for a while.

It's hard to tell what mood everyone is feeling when they call.

It’s very, ugh!

…
To be continued...