The huge roar in the room made his little heart tremble constantly.
He was afraid that if he was not careful, he would burn his anger.
After a long while, the noise in the room gradually disappeared.
Royce unscrewed the door of the room tremblingly.
"Old... boss? What should we do now?" Royce cautiously probed.
How to do?
What if my special mother knows? Why do I need to have such a big temper?
Birmington was going crazy, he felt that his group of people was just a mallet, otherwise, how could he not even see that he was helpless.
Counting on Royce is better than counting on the mallet!
Rubbing his temples with both hands, Bloomington's eyes gradually narrowed.
He fell into deep thought, and various methods flashed through his mind quickly, but unfortunately, none of them could solve the immediate crisis.
"Boss, should we use money to open the way?" Suddenly, a familiar voice reached his ears.
After hearing the sound, Royce was looking at himself carefully.
Make a way with money? Think about it, maybe it's really feasible!
"Tell me what you think..." Bloomington said with his eyes half-opened.
"Boss, that's what I think. In today's press, we are mixed."
"Why don't we spend some money to gather the other half under our command?"
"In this world, I don't believe anyone can resist the temptation of money!" Royce narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.
As the saying goes, money can make ghosts go ahead. Although reporters are the vanguard of exposing the truth, what can be done?
As long as the money is in place, these vanguards can still turn their heads and point at Qin Luo.
"What if the other party doesn't do it?" Bloomington said.
"If you don't do it, it means that our money is not in place! Let's add money, I don't believe it, there are people who can resist the temptation of money..." Royce snapped.
"This..." To be honest, Bloomington hesitated.
This endless increase, who knows how much to add?
"Boss, it's not the time to hesitate. We didn't delay a second, and the stock price fell by one second. The evaporated market value is enough for us to buy a lot of media!" Royce urged.
Uh...it seems to make sense...
Although he didn't want to admit it, but Birmington had to admit that what Royce said did make sense.
As a multinational group with a market value of more than 100 billion, Oracle's stock price drops any bit, and the money lost is calculated in millions.
Rather than let him evaporate the million in vain, it would be better for him to give it to those media and control public opinion. Isn't he good?
As he said nothing, Bloomington took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed the number of the boss of the BBC TV station.
Speaking of the BBC, Bloomington was a little angry. After all, the BBC did not hesitate to stand on his side, but now he is also a pervert.
But for Murdoch, Bloomington couldn't say anything.
"Beep toot..." The call was successfully connected, and Bloomington said: "Murdoch, this is Bloomington..."
At Mingwei Building, Murdoch held a cigar in his hand and his face was full of joy.
Three days ago, they chose to stand on the side of Bloomington due to pressure from the business community.
However, only three days later, the wind direction of the entire public opinion turned upside down overnight.