Neither haggardin nor William Smith will stop.
Now that the war has begun, the commercial war will never stop unless one or both sides are completely defeated.
And I'm stuck with Richard Miller.
To be honest, Beyonce doesn't think the BBC is going to survive.
Good luck maybe half a year. If not, BBC media will disappear in 2-3 months.
As Richard Miller's "old minister", he will never come to a good end.
He is likely to be blocked by the whole industry.
In the past, Beyonce thought about her status and her efforts. She didn't want the BBC to collapse so quickly.
So he tried his best to help the BBC survive.
But now is not the same, now the situation is, haggardin took the initiative to let him go away NTV!
Beyonce can be sure that as long as she agrees, haggardin's position will not necessarily be higher than it is now.
But certainly not much lower.
To tell you the truth, Beyonce is really moved at this time.
To borrow a saying that Richard Miller often used to say, that is: if people die for money, birds for food, businessmen should do everything for profit.
Beyonce now wants to feel like a businessman.
"Maybe we should just promise it." Beyonce murmured to herself.
"Dong Dong Dong ~"
just at this moment, there was a rush knock at the door.
Beyonce shivered, and her mobile phone almost fell to the ground.
"Hoo ~" forced to calm down the mood, Beyonce said: "who ah
"Beyonce, Mr. Richard is looking for you." A man's voice came from the door.
Beyonce is no stranger to this voice. Richard Miller's bodyguard is responsible for Richard Miller's safety.
"I see. I'll be right there." It was a quick response.
"Dada ~"
soon, a crisp sound of footsteps came from her ears, and the footsteps went farther and farther, and soon disappeared.
"Hoo ~"
Beyonce breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at her face in the mirror. After hiding all the micro expressions, a faint smile rose from the corners of her mouth.
"Click ~"
unscrewing the bathroom door, Beyonce walks towards Richard Miller.
As Richard Miller and haggardin rushed to marvel headquarters in New York, William Smith was not idle.
Richard Miller and haggardin could think of the same things that he could think of.
417 Fifth Avenue
At this moment, he was standing at the door of Marvel headquarters.
"Mr. William, Mr. Cage, please." At the door, a tall, blonde, sexy girl was smiling and leading the way.
The corners of William's mouth rose and he quickly followed.
Led by the blonde, William Smith soon met Kevin Fitch, now the president of Marvel pictures.
"Mr. Kevin, long time no see!" William Smith met him immediately. As he walked, he held out his right hand at Kevin.
Kevin Fitch, with a brilliant smile, reached out and shook William Smith.
"William, long time no see." Kevin Fitch chuckled and said, "what's up with William this time?"