Damn, according to the information, even though this old man looks pitiful now, when he was young, he was one of the bullies in the TV station. Many female employees, and even male employees, were harassed by him.
Later, when I got older and could no longer play, I changed my ways and began to like those who were good at work and could serve others.
But this kind of thing has its own strengths and weaknesses. No matter how powerful he is, no matter how bad his temper is, no matter how powerful he is in the Welsh TV station, it's because he hasn't met the right person.
Now... after confirming his eyes and meeting Master Allen, his blessing has come. As a "loyal" believer, Allen directly helps him relieve his pain on behalf of God and allows him to quickly return to God's arms.
With the sound of something heavy falling to the ground outside the window, the atmosphere in the conference room became even more tense.
At this moment, Alan felt like a lion, and these old men in the conference room were like a group of lambs surrounded by him and waiting to be slaughtered. He would bite to death anyone he disliked, and as for the remaining honest and obedient ones, he would feed them slowly and eat them when he was hungry.
…
"Keep eating."
Alan glanced around and continued to eat his shacha noodles with chopsticks, as if the people who had just been thrown down did not affect his breakfast at all.
Although Chef Zong at home could cook Chinese food for him in the past, he was a family chef. Chef Zong was a Hangzhou cuisine chef, so in order to satisfy Alan's taste, he made some localized improvements to his cooking style.
But now the owner of this kind of roadside stall just came from China, this is called wild flower!
After trying it out, Alan found it delicious, whether it was due to the novelty or psychological effect. As for whether these old men in front of him were used to eating it, he had no idea.
…
In just a few minutes, Alan finished the breakfast in front of him. He always had a big appetite, and he ate two servings by himself, and he was only less than 70% full, which was barely satisfied.
Putting down his chopsticks, Xiao Shitou quickly stepped forward to help Alan put away the take-out boxes and plastic bags in front of him. Alan just watched Xiao Shitou busy himself. After he finished cleaning up, he smiled at the shareholders who had been watching him eat breakfast.
"Okay gentlemen, breakfast is over, now... stand up!"
Following Allen's order, the bodyguards standing at the door stood one by one behind the remaining shareholders present, motioning them to stand up and leave the conference table.
This group of shareholders didn't understand what was going on. Looking at the smiling Allen, they could only stand up and stand in a circle around the conference room.
"Take out the electronic scale and weigh everyone one by one. Whoever has the most leftover breakfast in front of him will throw it away."
"!!!"
Alan's words suddenly made most people confused. After they reacted, they realized that someone was going to die again!
And in this way!
One of the old men reacted quickly. Before anyone else could react, he rushed to the conference table. Without even bothering to pick up cutlery, he dove into the takeaway box of fried oysters and took a few bites like a wild boar eating.
He seemed to want to lighten the weight of the breakfast in front of him in this way.
When others saw how hard he was working, some wanted to follow suit, but they were stopped from behind by the bodyguards who reacted quickly. It was a scene of everyone scrambling for food.
…
Alan stared coldly at the shareholder who was trying to swallow even after being dragged away.
Seeing Alan looking at him, he swallowed hard, showed Alan his most humble smile ever and said, "Sir... I'm not full yet. This breakfast is so delicious."
"When I told you to eat, you ate. But when I told you not to eat, who gave you the courage to eat? Huh?"
"You like eating so much? Throw him down."
Alan waved his hand in disgust.
After hearing his words, the shareholder, whose face was covered in oil, froze his smile.
"Your Excellency...I..."
Without giving him time to explain, he felt his arm grabbed by the big man in black behind him. The old man could no longer bear it and struggled while shouting for mercy.
"Please spare my life, Your Excellency. I have a good relationship with Councillor Phyllis, Your Excellency!!!"
“Plop.”
With the sound of another heavy object falling to the ground, some people in the conference room were frightened to the point of losing their balance and collapsed to the ground. This... this is too brutal!
Some of them were in their sixties or seventies. In all these years, some had seen the old earl before, and some might have seen Alan from a distance before, but for most of them, it was the first time for them to have such close contact as today.
Everyone knew that the Hill family was brutal by nature, but no one could have imagined that they could be so cruel!
This happened in public, they really treat human life as worthless.
This was the first time they felt the power of the Welsh Hill family. No wonder there had been rumors about them since they were young. These rumors had accompanied them throughout their lives. When they were children, they knew that this family was scary, but when they grew up, they could not get in touch with each other because of the huge class gap between the two sides.
As they slowly made money and entered what they considered the "upper class", they lived a life of luxury and extravagance for several more decades. Some of them even had connections with Welsh MPs and the Speaker of the House.
For ordinary people, such a social circle is already the limit!
But even so, these celebrities, who are barely considered to be well-known people in Cardiff, are really like dogs in the eyes of some people.
Just like now, when their awe of that family disappeared little by little, or when they deliberately stopped thinking about it, people from that family appeared in front of them, and in just a few minutes, they felt the greatest fear in the world.
Waiting to die!
All they could do was watch helplessly as two big men in black dressed in black, one holding an electronic scale to weigh the items, and the other responsible for recording.
There were only about ten people left in the venue, and it didn't take long to weigh a dozen breakfasts. After a few minutes, the results came out.
Alan held the small notebook that recorded the remaining weight of each person's breakfast and looked at all the shareholders present with a smile.
…
Feeling Alan's eyes sweeping over him, the shareholder who was looked at by him was scared to death!
He really peed. People around him could already smell the strong smell of urine, and he himself knew very well that he couldn't escape this time.
The breakfast in front of him was the only one that was not opened among the people left in the room!
"I invited you to breakfast, but you didn't even want to open it. Haha... Send him to hell!"
"yes!"
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"Sir, please give me another chance. My stomach is not in good condition. Please give me another chance! Sir!"
Alan looked at the shareholder who couldn't even walk and was dragged to the window by the bodyguard like a dead dog. Seeing him begging for mercy in such a miserable way, what had he been doing just now?
There was another scream and the sound of something heavy falling to the ground, and the conference room became quiet again.
This time no one dared to speak. They were afraid that any sound they made would be used as an excuse by Alan and then thrown out!
…
"Okay, gentlemen. With a few less people here, the air is not as hot as it used to be. Please take a seat and we'll move on to the next item."
All the remaining shareholders quickly returned to their seats with an agility that was inconsistent with their age, and after sitting down, they looked at Alan obediently.
"Shi Tou, call the police and tell them that the Welsh TV station is holding a shareholders' meeting and someone jumped off a building to show his determination to die. Ask their director to bring his men over to me within ten minutes."
"yes!"
Xiao Shitou took out his cell phone, nodded, and went out to make a call.
After he left, Allen continued, "While we're waiting for the police to arrive, let's look at something interesting and bring it out."
Following Allen's order, a young bodyguard who had been standing behind Allen reached out and picked up a flower pot from the middle of the conference table.
There are several of these decorative flower pots throughout the conference room.
He didn't mind the dirt and just dug the soil with his hands and took out a small tape recorder from the flowerpot.
Then he took out the tape and placed it in front of Alan. Then he bowed and went out with the remaining equipment and flower pots.
Seeing the bodyguard's actions, many shareholders subconsciously began to get nervous. When they subconsciously started to get nervous, they felt fear.
Right under their noses, in this inconspicuous flower pot, there was an eavesdropping device!
How long is this hand?
No wonder it has been said that the Hill family is responsible for monitoring the place.
Some people didn't understand what surveillance meant at all. Now... looking at the small tape next to Alan, they finally understood.
Today he was able to take this thing out directly from the conference room in front of them, so do they have this thing at home?
Do they still have any so-called privacy or secrets in front of this Excellency?
Besides, who put this thing in there?
Is it the employees, or someone among them?
Once mutual suspicion arose, people started looking at each other.
…
Alan picked up the cassette, but without listening, he pulled out the cassettes, tore the whole box of cassettes into a mess, then threw a coil of tape thread into the ashtray and lit it up using the same technique as lighting a cigarette.
The smell of burning plastic filled the entire conference room. The slight smoke, along with the white smoke brought by the cigarette itself, made Alan's figure somewhat looming, but his voice was still so steady that everyone in the audience could hear it clearly.
"I can know what you said and did at any time if I want to know. The only difference is whether I want to know or not. Don't you want to sell the Welsh TV station now? I agree. I remember that there was a clause in the original agreement... that the shares should be sold first to other shareholders who are interested in purchasing, right?"
…
The shareholder who sat closest to Allen and felt the most pressure answered while wiping his sweat with a handkerchief: "Yes, there is such a rule. We originally did it to prevent hostile takeovers from outsiders."
"Very good. I will take all your shares at the market price. I will also buy the shares of those who jumped out at the original price. I will give the money to their families in the end. This is my proposal..."
Alan took a puff of his cigarette, glanced around and said calmly, "Does anyone have any comments?"
The whole place was in complete silence, but everyone thought they were here to rob, but in the end they were buying it at the original market price?
This result has made some people who were originally in despair put their minds at ease and breathe a sigh of relief. Although this gentleman's methods are a little cruel, he still abides by the rules when doing business.
As for whether to sell or not...does anyone dare not sell?
…
"Boom boom boom."
There were several knocks on the door, followed by Alan letting someone in. A middle-aged policeman in a black police uniform, with a big belly and sweat on his forehead, tiptoed into the meeting room.
Look at the hair color...the one with black hair is not an Ansa!
"Sir...I heard you were looking for me?"
The police chief glanced at the silent meeting room. Everyone's eyes were on him, making him feel stressed as soon as he entered the room.
Just now when he was downstairs, he had already seen the scene. Those who were said to have committed suicide to show their loyalty all jumped in the same position, almost stacked up. If there was no trick, he would have dared to write his names backwards!
But looking at the person in front of you, there is a high probability that he is the target of the "murderer".
He is the current Earl of Carmarthen!
The Earl of Carmarthen, who lives and dies with his country and cannot be caught even if he commits a crime!
Even if they cared about him, that was the Queen's or the Prince of Wales's business. What could he, a small chief of the capital's police department, do?
This gentleman said that those who jumped were dying to show their will, so today the Speaker is here, and this is also dying to show his will!
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"Clean up the scene downstairs. I want to see the specific direction of public opinion on this matter in tomorrow's newspaper. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand. Uh... Your Excellency, what should I say specifically?"
"The profitability of Wales TV is poor. Some shareholders suggested selling the TV station to stop losses in time, but several shareholders are very principled and are willing to die to prove their loyalty. They do not want to sell the TV station, so we have decided internally not to sell the TV station for the time being. All problems will be solved internally by Wales TV."
"Understood! Then I'll go now?"
The police chief didn't want to stay here for even a second. The depressing atmosphere made him feel like he was suffocating.
"Okay, then go ahead and do it."
Alan put out his cigarette, raised his left hand and waved away the smoke in front of him, then said with a smile: "Okay, now all the problems have been solved, then... sign the share transfer agreement?"
“Sign! Sign!”
Some people have come to their senses. In front of this person, as long as they are obedient and let him get what he wants, everything will be fine!
Moreover, we purchase it at market price. The sooner you sell it, the sooner you can save your life!
Some people have already felt sorry for those people who just "died to prove their integrity". If they had known this would happen, they would have been more honest and obedient earlier. Why did it have to come to this?
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Ross, who was bald with a shiny forehead, looked at the share transfer agreement in front of him and was about to sign his name, but he still subconsciously glanced at the agreement.
Especially the price in the agreement, and why the agreement clearly states how many shares he holds.
Is it difficult for someone to take out the bug in the conference room in front of them and find out how many shares he holds?
But looking at the purchase price, Ross frowned suddenly. This price was not right!
He even rubbed his eyes in doubt.
Didn’t the gentleman just now agree to purchase it at the original price?
Why is the price on the share transfer agreement so much less?