When Nasha saw Mr. John, Mr. John's complexion looked very bad. He could feel that his life was about to reach the end. The only thing he couldn't let go of at this time was Nasha.
It’s really funny to say that his most rebellious son eventually became the most important person to him, and his most beloved son finally wanted to kill him. Reality taught him an absurd lesson, full of irony. . John shook his head first, and a smile appeared on his withered face. His face had turned slightly black. This was due to a partial metabolic stoppage, which made his smile very ugly.
"Grandpa..." Nasha bit her lips and squatted in front of Mr. John, gently resting her head on Mr. John's knees. Too many complex lights that could not be interpreted flashed through the old man's eyes. His trembling hand gently stroked Nasha's head. He could no longer feel the softness of the hair, as if... there was no special feeling.
"The person who killed your father is Arthur. He will be punished soon. I have talked with the lawyer and the will will be changed. After I die, 50% of the family will belong to you. Fifteen percent of the remaining 50% is for my brothers and sisters. We are all a family anyway, and the remaining 35% will be donated to the empire free of charge to establish a family. John George Foundation', that's why I asked you to come here in person."
The old man's mouth felt a little dry after talking so much. He asked Nasha to get some water for him, moistened his lips but did not drink it. The doctor told him that his body was failing at an alarming rate, which may be related to the sustained severe mental stimulation he had received in a short period of time. Part of the blood circulation system has been broken due to explosive high blood pressure, causing congestion in some places, and at the same time, some places have lost blood transportation nutrients.
From local failure to overall failure, he could not hold on for much longer. Saving him at this time is no longer something humans can accomplish unless God sends a gift.
So now, let alone eating, he has to drink as little water as possible to maintain his life. After eating or drinking water, local blood will accumulate, which is a heavy burden on John's body.
Nasha wanted to say something, but John did not give her this chance. He raised his hand to stop her, "I have arranged for someone to do it for the foundation. You will be the first chairman. As for the future, if you are unable to continue, If you control the foundation, you will be named as the honorary chairman, and you will have something. The specific operations of this foundation are related to my lifelong journalism. You can ask my lawyer about this. "
"Your father is dead, and it seems that I may not last long. Arthur will definitely go to jail. You are the last direct descendant in the entire family. Don't believe what your grandparents say. They are all after the money in your pocket. "
"We have lost the newspaper industry. Under the push and control of the cabinet and certain people, it will be difficult for the newspaper industry to have a giant like us again in the future. In the face of those sporadic profits, it will take more time and more But the money we have is not enough to achieve what we want, so the traditional newspaper industry can give up.”
"You haven't withdrawn your shares and people in Empire Star, have you?" Nasha wiped her tears and nodded quietly. John said with satisfaction: "Very good, the future will definitely be the era of this new media. , I don’t want to admit it, but the times have left us behind. After you go back, have a good talk with Du Lin. It would be best if you can buy Empire Star. If you can’t buy it, try to increase your equity stake. "
"In the future, the wave of public opinion will shift from newspapers to this kind of visual media." John sighed. Perhaps he was afraid that Nasha would not understand or understand. He did not hide any secrets and told her the reason directly. "Because at least 30% of the people in the entire empire have not gone to school. They cannot read newspapers, but they can watch the people in that little thing read the news to them."
"With the empire's economic recovery, I believe that within a few years, this kind of thing will become widely available..."
John and Nasha talked for more than two hours, and he explained everything he thought about. The conversation didn't end until he couldn't sit still and was a little slumped in the wheelchair.
That night outside the City Hall of the Imperial Capital, Mr. John, who was sitting in a wheelchair, personally announced to tens of thousands of people in the square that he admitted all the charges against him in the court. He lowered his head to express his deep remorse, and expressed his deep regret to those who had been hurt by him. The person sincerely apologizes….
George family.
It’s over!
The demise of an industry trust will always attract more people's attention than news that has not been officially confirmed. In this case, a small group of people chose to shut up, and the public believed the "truth."
Otis City is still so popular that people have to queue up in many places, and people’s acceptance of tokens is also increasing.
Dulin has brought great changes to the city. After the two railways are repaired, Otis City will completely replace Namirinds, catch up with the imperial capital economically, and become the most shining star of the empire.
The "initiator" of all this is basking in the sun and chatting with Mr. Kesma. Little Mr. Kesma is eight months old, in very good health, and can already walk independently. Mr. Kesma said that Mr. Kesma was fine with him and that he could walk independently at eight or nine months. He also despised Du Lin and said that he could not walk on his own until he was over one year old. As for whether what Mr. Kesma said was true, it could be heard from Mrs. Kesma's laughter that he might have lied.
However, Du Lin did not expose Mr. Kesma's little lie. In the past few years, he has been climbing up outside, constantly overlapping with the memory in his dream, and he has become more mature.
Mr. Kesma was a face-saving person, and Dulin didn't want a phone call filled with affection to turn into a quarrel. He complimented Mr. Kesma obediently and expressed a little regret for himself. Mrs. Kesma on the other side of the phone laughed even louder, and Mr. Kesma snorted angrily before driving his wife out of the mayor's office.
When Mr. Kesma was alone in the room, he whispered: "Your unmarried wife may be pregnant again."
After Mr. Kesma kidnapped little Mr. Kesma, he left two people watching over there. Although Dulin didn't say anything, he always felt that things should be done decently and not leave anyone with a reason to say anything. He knew that Alyssa went to Otis City once. After she came back, she started a normal life, working, going to work, and occasionally going out for a walk with her colleagues. She was not much different from normal people.
But there are other things in a person's stomach, and they cannot be hidden. When the people over there told Mr. Kesma that he might have another grandchild, the old man walked into his studio with a straight face. I couldn't help but laugh after closing the door.
He is now informing Du Lin that he is just giving Du Lin a vaccination. Counting the days, the second little Mr. or Ms. Kesma will be born in the middle of next year. He is very happy.
He was not very kind to children like Du Lin, but he was very kind to his grandchildren. While he was telling Du Lin that little Mr. Kesma was running around chasing someone else's chicken outside the office, he asked a question. Question, "When did you do what I told you last time?"
Dulin touched his chin, "Are you talking about the Memnon incident?"
"Yes, Memnon." Kesma's husband was not full of warm atmosphere just now, but had an indescribable aura. "He almost hurt a member of our family. No matter who he is, he must Pay the price! In the past, I dared to kill even the Duke, now is the time for you to prove yourself, my son."
Mr. Kesma's life was a legendary one. According to when he was young, although the Imperial Duke no longer had the power to establish a principality, he was still a huge mountain among the Imperial aristocracy that people had to look up to. With money, power, connections, and an army, it can be said that his territory is his country, but it just doesn't have a formal name. But such a duke, who even the royal family must respect, died under Mr. Kesma's double gun.
If we use the current official position as a reference standard, he should be almost at the level of Mags.
Mr. Kesma has never obeyed the law in his life, so he doesn't take the law seriously.
Dulin suddenly felt dazed when he heard the word "family" from his mouth. He remembered some things from his childhood. People in the town used the word "family" for the Kes family more than ten years ago, and the Kes family Mr. Small also accepted such words calmly. When Du Lin was a child, he might have felt very honored, but when he was older, he felt a bit shameful.
It's just a peasant family in the countryside. Using the specific term "family" is a bit exaggerated, isn't it
Now it seems that this is not an exaggeration, it is a fact.
The dignity of the family does not allow any offense, and family members are not allowed to be harmed by anyone, even if it is just a threat.
Du Lin didn't speak for a while, and Mr. Kesma was a little frustrated. "I don't care. I asked the postman to deliver something to you. Okay, I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'm hanging up the phone."
When Du Lin reacted, there was no sound in the receiver. He shook his head in a funny way. His father had not changed much from before. In terms of mentality and habits, this was actually a good thing.
Then he began to wait with peace of mind for what Mr. Kesma gave him. He was very curious about what this thing was.
This wait took more than a month.
(End of chapter)