Chapter 937

The weekend ended in little George's restless mood.

The next day, Hearst group headquarters.

Little George appeared in the office early in the morning, but he could only walk around anxiously.

"What the hell is he going to do?" Little George waved and roared angrily.

He didn't sleep well for several days, which made his eyes look sunken and covered with blood on both sides of his eyes.

Just as impatience was about to occupy all his thoughts, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." Said little George impatiently.

In came his secretary, "Mr. George Jr., Mr. Hurst is here. He will personally preside over today's shareholders' meeting. Please come to the meeting room."

"Who? What do you say Little George doubted that he was listening.

Mr. Hurst?

In the Hurst group, there is only one person who can be called that, and that is his grandfather, William hurst.

"Mr. William hurst." Repeated the secretary.

No...

little George's legs were soft, and he almost fell on the ground. After half a sound, he waved weakly to the Secretary to leave.

"Don't panic, George..." little George stood up and said to himself, taking care of his neat bow tie.

"It doesn't matter. No one will know that as long as we support grandfather at the meeting, we are a family... Yes, a family."

Little George patted his face, made himself smile, and took a deep breath to open the door of the office.

At this time, in the meeting room, all the partners have expired, but to their surprise, there is an unfamiliar face.

No, it can't be said to be strange, because they all know the face.

Harry CHANDLEY, founder of the Los Angeles Times family heirs and now CEO of Los Angeles News Corporation, is a pretty tough enemy for them.

But now, the other party is sitting in this room with high sounding.

Even with William hurst, there are still questions: "Mr. hurst, why is he here?"

"Don't worry, bandelu. I'll tell you the answer." William is sitting at the head of the table with a cane in his hands and a smile on his face.

Soon, little George also showed up. When he saw Harry, he turned his head and looked around, as if he was asking, "why?"

"Well, everyone's here." William gently raised the crutch and let it hit the ground to make a "clang" sound.

Little George walked quickly to his seat and listened attentively to the speech that the supreme king was about to make.

"I'm here today because I'm announcing a new decision." Said William in a low, irresistible solemnity.

"From this moment on, the shares of George and George Jr. will be taken back, and they will be sold to Mr. Harry CHANDLEY at five times the market value,

at the same time, Hurst and Lanc will start a new cooperation to create a better future together."

Quiet.

Because of William Hurst's speech, the whole conference room was as quiet as a lifeless no man's land.

"Grandfather..." little George was the first to react.

Because of Harry CHANDLEY's intention, he thought it was clear, but he did not expect such an end.

"Shut up, or I'll get you out of here." William raised his hands and clubbed his crutches on the ground, making a sound of "bang".

Everyone was stunned by the scene, but also recovered the ability to think.

"It's a great honor to be able to work with Mr. hurst. Hurst is a great enterprise, which has experienced countless storms and still stands at the top of the press."

"However, from today on, Hurst and Lanc will work together to create a better tomorrow for us, that is, to expose the truth to the public,

I think this is what every newspaper should do."

Harry Chandler's speech was short, but his smile was brilliant.

Until now, he did not know how his boss, the magical, lucky and mysterious Charlie, tamed the lion.

No one knew that Li had dialed William Hurst's number the night after meeting little George.

The two talked on the phone for a long time. The next day, the think tank went to William's temporary residence in secret and signed a cooperation agreement.

"Little George is a good choice. Maybe he will be more intelligent to cooperate with him."

"But I prefer to work with good people. A cunning fox may be able to take advantage of the lion's nap for a while,

but in the end, Tata will still fall under the lion's paws. Mr. hurst, your life is a legend. I don't want to stain it."

The conversation between the two was simple and clear, without any politeness in it.

Li Zitao even threatened to say, "if you don't agree to cooperate, I will start a full-scale acquisition of Hearst group,Believe me, no one can resist the temptation of money, and I am very rich. "

Yes, he's very rich, which is something the world knows and affirms.

No one doubts that, not even William Scott.

"What do you want?" William Hurst gave in.

"The shares, George's and son's shares... And your 11 percent." This is what Li Zitao asked.

"George and his son hold 12% of the shares, plus 11% of the shares in my hands. That's 23%

William didn't think about it for a long time, so he chose to accept his request.

Because he needs enough time to stabilize the Hearst group.

William believes that as long as he has his own presence, his son William Jr. and other children hold 56% of the shares, Hurst will not have any problems.

The meeting ended in a mist.

No one knows what William Hurst is thinking, just as no one knows what Harry CHANDLEY is going to do.

It's just that they all know that the direction of the Hearst group is going to change.

The addition of Lanc has both advantages and disadvantages for other partners. Everyone has his own ideas in mind.

On the surface, they left the conference room harmoniously. On the whole, the meeting was very happy.

Except for George and his son, who lost their shares and all the positions in the group.

George, implicated by his son, didn't know what happened until he left the group.

All he knew was that just now he had lost his last property and dignity in the Hurst family.

From then on, he will become a waste with nothing, a laughing stock of the upper class, a wretch that everyone can step on.

And all this was given to him by his own son, who was called little George.

"You'd better explain to me what's going on in this..." George clenched his hands in trembling hands, trying to hold back his anger and maintain his final demeanor.

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