Mark asked his secretary to contact a private venue that could provide a meeting. No matter how much money he spent, he had to find a suitable place. If this press union conference could not be held, everything that happened today would be a shame to the George family, and It will intensify the suspicion of external forces on the family.
When he returned to the manor in the evening, he unexpectedly saw Arthur's car in the parking lot, a gold-plated car he bought more than two years ago. This car was jointly named "Haus Golden Dragon" by the manufacturer and Arthur. It is the only one in the entire imperial capital. He spent 320,000 to customize it from Haus Automobile Company. It is 100% pure on the outside. A gold alloy of about 70%, when driven on the road when the sun is good, can render the buildings on both sides of the street golden. Only Arthur can drive such an exaggerated and high-profile car, and only he dares to drive it.
Later, Mr. John said something to him in a very serious tone, and he threw the car into the garage and never took it out to drive again.
Unexpectedly, Mark saw this car again here today. He frowned when he got out of the car. Now is the time when the George family is facing a huge difficulty. They will continue to rule the entire newspaper industry if they get past it. If they get past it, decades of hard work will become water and nourish those "dry" people. of earth. What is needed at this critical moment is a low profile, not a high profile. But having Arthur driving such a car through the city will make more people feel disgusted with the George family.
This is a "subtle" city. There are too many big shots living here, and they don't dare to keep a high profile. A guy who doesn't know the importance of being so arrogant will have a very bad influence on them.
Mark retracted his gaze and walked into the building of the manor. The butler smiled stiffly and lowered his head. Mark handed the coat to him casually, "Where is Arthur? Let him come to see me."
"He is in the master's bedroom..." The butler's feet suddenly stopped in his eyes, and he hurriedly stopped and followed closely behind Mark.
Mark glanced sideways at him with a strange expression, "You said he was in his father's room? What was he doing there?" With the relationship between Arthur and Mr. John, it was absolutely impossible for him to kindly go to see Mr. John and hope that he would If he could get better, on the contrary, he would definitely curse Mr. John to return to the embrace of God early... Suddenly he seemed to have thought of something, and Mark ran towards the stairs with a gloomy look.
He was wondering whether Arthur was doing something.
Now Mr. John's life is maintained by those sophisticated medical equipment. Once one of the machines has a problem, there is no doubt that Mr. John will most likely become "a thing of the past".
That bastard might actually be able to do such a thing!
When he pushed open the ajar door of Mr. John's bedroom, he couldn't believe his eyes at the scene he saw. Arthur was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Mr. John's hand, and held the back of his old hand tightly. She was pressed against her cheek, and there was a sadness in her eyes that couldn't be resolved. She was like a completely different person.
When did this bastard have such a human side? Is it because he finally woke up
Mark walked to the medical equipment and roughly checked the operation of the equipment to make sure that none of them had a red light on. He breathed a sigh of relief and softened his tone subconsciously, "You didn't talk to me. Say hello." He touched Mr. John's forehead, which was very warm.
Arthur had a sarcastic expression on his face and retorted, "This is my father's manor, not your manor. I don't need to say hello to you. Do you think you have the qualifications?" Arthur's face showed a heavy expression. Taunting, "Father is not dead yet, and you are not the head of the family yet!"
To be honest, Arthur was able to say such words, even he was shocked. He never thought that one day he would say such words. It was precisely such words that made Mark think that Arthur was sober and knew that Mr. John was responsible for the entire family. importance. Instead of being angry, he smiled, shook his head, and turned to leave. Now that he knew how to be considerate and caring for his father, what did he do before
After Mark left, Arthur looked at Mr. John's quiet and kind face with a complicated expression. He suddenly realized that he hadn't looked at this man so carefully for a long time. In his impression, this man was still in his thirties. The way he looked a few years ago had a calm but powerful aura that made him feel scared all the time.
He remembered a lot of things, including the first time he rode a bicycle, the first time he swam, and the first time he climbed a mountain when he was a child. He never worries about what's behind him, he just needs to keep moving forward, because he knows that behind him, there is someone silently protecting him.
Since when did the relationship between them become alienated and become like enemies
Arthur gently stroked the large age spots on Mr. John's face. They used to be so smooth, but now they not only have wrinkles, but also these terrible spots. He wanted to smooth out those wrinkles, but he couldn't because he was not the Almighty God.
When he was about fourteen or fifteen years old, the George family looked down on the entire newspaper industry like the sun at noon. Mr. John wanted to actively expand the family business and planned to enter the printing industry, so he neglected to discipline him. In the family, those uncles and aunts began to care about him very much, and taught him how to spend money, how to enjoy himself, how to use his status to bring himself everything he hoped for, and successfully turned him into a prodigal son.
Then what he faced was no longer caring fatherly love, but constant criticism, scolding, and punishment. He was fed up with Mr. John's control over his life. He was fed up with having to study hard every day. He was fed up with having to get up at five in the morning and go to the office at seven in the morning.
The gap between the two gradually turned into a bottomless abyss that could not be crossed.
Arthur's emotions suddenly lost control. He lay on Mr. John's body and sobbed, his tears soaking the sheets.
He knew that he had done many things wrong, but was it too late to regret it now
That's too late!
Mark, who was standing outside the door and secretly observed Arthur through the crack in the door, breathed a sigh of relief and left quietly. Although Arthur regretted it a little late, it was much better than not understanding it yet.
"I'm sorry, father." The moment Mark turned around, Arthur, who was in tears, raised his head, put his palms on the transparent tube next to him, and held it tightly. He looked at Mr. John's calm expression as if As if sleeping, waiting by his side.
Two minutes later, he let go, wiped away his tears, kissed Mr. John's forehead, and left the room.
The moment Arthur closed the door gently, Mr. John, who was supposed to be dead lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes. He took off the ventilator mask, his face so gloomy that water dripped from his face.
His eyes could no longer hold anything except fear, and he still couldn't believe that his youngest son actually wanted to kill him!
And this bastard really did it!
Mr. John, who had never considered himself a loser in life, suddenly felt an unspeakable pain lingering in his chest. He had lost. He lost to life and himself, but soon his expression became determined. Now is not the time for him to feel sorry for life. The family is facing a violent storm. He needs to stabilize the situation first before he has time to teach him. How can a son respect his father
In fact, Mr. John did fall into a coma just after he learned that the special news agency was burned down, but he soon woke up. He asked the doctor not to tell anyone. On the one hand, he wanted to test the performance of his two sons, Mark and Arthur, after they "lost" his father. On the other hand, he also hoped that he could pass himself into a coma and knock out some potential enemies. To draw it out.
Now it seems that the plan was successful, but it was a little too successful.
But it's not time for him to wake up yet. He still needs to wait, waiting for Mark to convene the Press Union Conference. His presence at the venue is more significant than him sitting up from the bed.
If you want to give the enemy the heaviest blow with your fist, you first need to take your fist back!
The next morning, Mark asked newspaper directors from all over the country to come to the manor. Since he couldn't find anyone willing to take over the meeting, it was held in the open air. Those family friends chose to wait and see at this critical moment, which made Mark very chilling and made him realize the ruthlessness of capital.
In this world, what people exchange is not feelings, but money, connections, and power, but no feelings.
When you are popular, everyone will flatter you and say nice things, hoping that you can make them rich together.
When you are down and out, these people will stand aside with their knives and forks ready to watch, waiting for the moment you are put on the table and become food.
Because of the particularity of the chosen location, there was no need to worry about anything in the venue this time. Everyone sat down around long tables. More than two hundred and sixty people attended the meeting, and some people did not come. There are also some people who have taken a clear-cut stand against the George family.
A manor like the George Family is always surrounded by greenery. Even if it is autumn, there are still dense vegetation around it to protect the privacy of the owner of the manor. There are also many people arranged outside the manor. No matter who it is this time, no one can break in and disturb Mark's meeting.
When Mark appeared at the venue, Mr. John was wearing low-key and restrained clothes with the help of the butler. He raised his chin in front of the mirror, and the sapphire collar on his collar had a charming luster. It is said that people who like to wear sapphire jewelry are smarter. Mr. John thinks this rumor is correct, and he likes sapphires.
He stretched out his hand, and the butler placed an exquisite civilized staff in his hand.
He did deceive everyone, but it was not without cost.
His legs are not so convenient.
Serious stuck period, first update today
(End of chapter)