Early the next morning, Mr. Igor's wife woke up from bed. The moment she opened her eyes, she did not make any movement, but looked at the ceiling expressionlessly. It wasn't until about three minutes later that she realized something was wrong. What was wrong was not that she was violated, but that she was not violated. When her husband brought the young man back last night, she knew what would happen, but this time she didn't struggle as much as last time.
She sat up from the bed and checked her clothes to confirm that she had not been violated in any way, which was a little strange. She knew that her husband was a devil whose hair was all black. He actually found a homeless man to violate her and took pleasure in watching it.
She hates him but doesn't show it because she and the kids need the home and all the expenses. She looked at the bedroom, and it was no different from before. She checked every corner of the house, and it was exactly the same as last night. The only difference was that her husband and the handsome young man were missing.
She sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the unturned TV. After a while, she took some money from the drawer and left the house carrying the cloth bag used to hold vegetables. She also had to prepare lunch for the children and pick them up by the way. She didn't have so much time.
She closed the door calmly, glanced at the car disappearing at the door, and had a pleasant smile on her face.
It's the weekend and his husband isn't going anywhere!
No, he went out for a walk but didn't come back.
She may not know that her husband has been buried in a wasteland more than a hundred kilometers away, but this may not mean anything to her. Life is always so helpless, and without anyone, she must go on.
Everything was so peaceful, just like every day before, the culprit who caused her husband's death unexpectedly ushered in a woman he didn't really want to see - Nasha.
"I see that you like this girl very much, is it because she is beautiful?" Nasha's eyes kept wandering around Dove aggressively, and her attention was always focused on a few special people. parts, curling his lips from time to time, as if questioning Du Lin's aesthetics, "She is indeed a beautiful girl, but her breasts look a little smaller. Also, I would like to ask, do you like this kind of underdeveloped girl?" ?”
"Yours isn't big either!" Du Lin retorted with a smile. The lethality of this sentence was still very shocking. Nasha's secretary sat on the side with her head lowered, touching the temples of her glasses from time to time, wanting to find them. Hide in a place where no one can see you.
She swore that there must be something between the two people, otherwise Dulin would not have been able to tell the truth about some of Miss Nasha's characteristics.
Nasha's face turned slightly red. She rolled her eyes at Du Lin. She held the coffee tray with her legs crossed, took a few sips of the coffee, and then put the coffee and the tray back expressionlessly, "You It’s so rude, how can you say this?”
Dulin was not annoyed at all, "I was just stating a fact, with no other meaning. And I don't think I have offended your opponent. On the contrary, you should be the rude person, Miss Nasha." "You broke into my office and made comments about my butler and secretary. Is this typical of the George family?"
Nasha seems to be very happy to challenge Dulin. Although she has not won once so far, she still enjoys it.
The main reason for coming to Odis this time was that both Mr. John and his father discovered something called "television tape". To put it bluntly, it was the tapes issued by Dulin. These tapes convey information through sound and pictures, making it easier for readers to understand what they need to know than reading newspapers, and it is easier for them to penetrate people's hearts. After all, those living politicians or actors are like watching a unique movie, and the audience will of course be deeply impressed.
What surprised Mr. John even more was that he only realized the magic brought by this thing when middle-class housewives began to gather together to discuss the content of those sitcoms. While he asked his son, Nasha's father, to set up a tape company belonging to the George family, he sent Nasha to Odis, hoping that she could buy his company from Dulin.
This is how industry trusts do things, building them themselves and acquiring them at the same time. Money means nothing to John, who is already in bed. What he needs now is greater political influence. He could see that the guy named Du Lin was indeed a talent. He could suddenly use this method to turn the news in the newspaper into pictures, and then spread it to thousands of households, and quietly affected the empire. middle- and upper-middle class.
Yes, in his opinion, it is a newspaper with images. As long as it is in the newspaper industry, it belongs to his sphere of influence.
This is why Nasha is here.
"Sell it or not? A company like Empire Star, I will give you a number that you can't imagine." Nasha was a little proud when she spoke. It was definitely an astonishing number. When she heard it herself They were all shocked. She really wanted to see something she wanted to see from Du Lin's face, but unfortunately, this guy was just like the last time in Ilian. He didn't have any surprises or emotions of embarrassment. He was always smiling and half-dead.
Du Lin slowly took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it. The smoke from the cigarette curled up between the two of them, as if their line of sight was blocked by the transparent smoke, and even the other person's eyes could not be seen clearly.
"What do you think of Odis?" Dulin asked suddenly. This question caught Nasha off guard, and she nodded subconsciously.
"Although this place looks quite shabby, it's not bad. There are construction sites everywhere, which means that this place will soon become brand new." Nasha told the truth.
She has been to prosperous places, and also to small border towns like Tenel. This place is not that good, but it gives people a surging illusion. This city seems to be alive and vital. Now this vitality is expanding and exploding!
Du Lin was still happy to deal with Nasha's affirmation. He pointed outside with the finger holding the cigarette, "Are you interested in investing in some projects? Since we are all friends, I can give you some suggestions to ensure that you can Make a lot of money.”
Nasha was stunned for a moment, and then muttered, "Hey, hey, hey, I'm talking about whether you are willing to sell that media company, not whether you want to invest here."
Dulin laughed a few times and shook his head, "The Empire Star is to me what the Feature News Agency is to your George family. Are you willing to sell your family's Feature News Agency? If you are willing, I can spend money. Buy it for a sum you can’t even imagine.”
He was not lying. If John intended to sell his three feature news agency syndicates to him, Dulin would immediately be able to raise a sum of funds from all aspects that could shake the empire's economy to acquire John's industry. Countless people are coveting his three feature agencies and his status in the newspaper industry. If he is willing to sell, many people will squeeze their heads and hand over the money to Dulin. In return, they only need to be given a certain share of shares.
Perhaps tens of millions is already an astronomical figure in the eyes of ordinary people, but Dulin believes that he needs to collect at least hundreds of millions of funds.
Nasha did not fight back against Dulin this time, but fell silent. She knew that it was impossible. Whether it was her grandfather, her father or her, no matter who was in power, it was impossible to sell any of the family's properties, not even to buy shares from others.
Du Lin rejected her and rejected her again, which made her a little frustrated, "Don't you really want to cooperate with the family? Now you have a good opportunity, why give up? Do you know that we have established a media company, We can do what you do, and we will do it better than you. Your company is still worth a little money now, but after our company starts operating, maybe your Empire Star Media Company will not be worth a penny. !”
This time, Nasha told the full name of Dulin's company. As the first person of the third generation of the George family, whether she is willing or not, she must receive a lot of courses and guidance, whether it is knowledge. , or in terms of operation and management. It was impossible for her to forget the goal of her trip. She said that before just to anger Du Lin.
Du Lin sneered after hearing what she said and stood up. He walked to the window and turned to face the room. He pressed his hands on the window edge and raised his chin slightly. The midday sun outside the house was very bright, shining on him like a ray of light falling from the sky, and his whole person was immersed in the brilliance. He said softly with an attitude of pride, confidence and a hint of contempt: "In the field of newspapers, I admit that the George family is the well-deserved number one. But in the field of TV tape, it does not take just one person with money to do it. Play well, I am the great king here!"
"Nasha, I advise you and hope you can tell Mr. John that it's still too late to divest. If the investment is too big, it may be difficult to give it up by then!" He raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette. Then he exhaled, and billowing smoke hit his face, "By the way, the reason why the George family can become a trust in the newspaper industry is because Mr. John was born a few years before me."
When Du Lin spoke, Nasha was distracted for a moment.
She seemed to see her grandfather. Even though he was lying on the hospital bed with a sick face, he was supported by an indescribable pride and confidence.
The monthly ticket flipped smoothly, making me cry with laughter
(End of chapter)