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Liberty Daily, located in Manhattan, New York, mainly reports gossip news and celebrity scandals all year round. It is one of the above-average newspapers among many newspapers in New York, with a circulation that is more or less.

"Boss, the directors are all here. Can we hold a meeting?" A tall black man knocked on the door and said respectfully to the figure behind the table with his back turned.

"We're all here." The chair behind the luxurious desk turned in a circle, and the face of a young and mature European and American white man was revealed. He had a playful look on his face: "Let's get started."

The young man stood up, took the hat and cane from his subordinates, and then took the lead and walked out.

In the Liberty Daily conference room, several directors were whispering among themselves.

"It's inexplicable who called this meeting today. Is it Morpheus?" asked a thin director who looked like he was overindulging.

"It doesn't seem to be the case. I heard that all Morpheus's stocks seemed to have been transferred to others." The other person shook his head and denied.

"Oh, when did it happen? Why haven't I heard the news?" Several other directors around him looked over.

"I also know about it through my friends at the local inspection agency." This director obviously has some connections.

The directors of the "local inspection agency" frowned. Excessive shareholding seemed to have nothing to do with them.

"Yes, Morpheus passed away three days ago. It seemed to be a sudden illness, but I heard that there seemed to be something strange." The well-informed director seemed to have thought of something.

“weird place”

"There have been a lot of these things recently. Crocker and Batum also seemed to have died of sudden illness."

At this moment, the door to the conference room was opened and a group of people walked in. The leader also surprised the people in the conference room, and they couldn't help but say: "Antonist"

"how come"

"Why is he here?"

The directors are now panicking.

The leading young European and American white man took off his windbreaker, handed over his cane and top hat to his subordinates, sat on the main seat, pulled out a cigar, motioned for his subordinates to light it, and said lightly: "Long time no see, everyone, no, that's accurate. It must have been 2 months since I last saw him."

"Why are you here? Anthony, your family was expelled from the board of directors two months ago. You should have no right to enter here now." A director on the left said angrily.

"Security" Another director was more direct.

"Really, lawyer," Anthony waved his hand and said calmly.

A middle-aged white man with gold-rimmed glasses nodded and walked up from behind. Then he took out relevant documents from his briefcase and gestured to the directors with his backhand: "I am Mr. Antonist's lawyer Karl. Here are the relevant legal documents that Mr. Anthony holds 52 shares of Liberty Daily, so Mr. Anthony is now the largest shareholder of Liberty Daily and has relevant legal rights and interests.”

"As for what these rights and interests are, I guess there is no need to describe them one by one. After all, you are all the elites of the shopping mall." Anthony directly took over the conversation and looked at the directors in front of him and said calmly.

"How is it possible?" the well-informed director reacted and exclaimed in shock: "Morpheus was the one who did it, right? Crocker and Batum. Otherwise, you would never have so many shares."

"I don't understand what you are talking about," Anthony sat back and mocked: "Lawyer Karl, someone seemed to have slandered me just now."

"I understand. I will arrange for the relevant lawyer's letter to be sent to the other party later." Karl glanced at the director and said respectfully.

“Damn it!” the directors shouted.

"What do you want?" said a director on the other side.

"What do I want?" Anthony looked at him and smiled: "I just want to prove one thing."

"What's up"

"I want to prove that what belongs to me and what I have lost, I will definitely take it back with my own hands." Anthony leaned forward and said solemnly.

"So you are breaking the rules by attacking Morpheus and the others," the director said angrily.

"I don't understand what you are talking about," Anthony smiled: "The shares in my hands are completely in compliance with laws and regulations. If you don't believe me, you can ask a lawyer."

Karl nodded in agreement.

"You" directors were all filled with indignation.

"Okay, then Chairman Anthony, what do you want the board of directors to do in convening this meeting to show off their power to us?" Another director who seemed to have more authority spoke.

"Of course not. The purpose of my meeting this time is to acquire the full amount of your shares and then delist them. It is enough for Liberty Daily to have only one owner, isn't it?" Anthony smiled.

The calm tone and arrogant attitude made all the directors very angry.

"what"

"you don't think"

"I will never sell my shares."

"Even if I want to sell it, I will never sell it to you, Anthony."

Facing the angry speeches of all the directors, Anthony kept smiling and said nothing. After waiting for a while, the conference room gradually became quiet. Anthony said to one of the directors who had closed his eyes and remained silent and said: "Director Thomas, your What is the decision?”

"What's the purchase price?" Thomas opened his eyes and was silent for a moment, then glanced around and said with a gloomy look.

"The market price will never let you suffer a loss." Anthony said knowingly.

"Understood, I'm willing to sell," Thomas took a deep breath and said, "Sign the contract."

"what"

"Thomas, how could you do this?"

"Have you really decided this way?"

"You're not afraid of this little devil, are you?"

The other directors looked at the traitor beside them and accused him angrily.

Anthony ignored the other clamoring directors and signaled the lawyer to bring out the relevant documents for signing.

After watching Thomas finish signing the relevant legal documents, Anthony stood up and stretched out his hand condescendingly: "I like smart people. There is a Chinese saying that those who understand current affairs are heroes and will be happy to cooperate."

"I just hope I don't see you again, Antonist" Thomas stood up with a sullen face and shook hands.

"Of course, after all, I have got everything I want, and you were silent at the time, weren't you?" Anthony said with an incomprehensible smile.

"Don't go too far," Thomas glanced at the conference room, stepped out, and said calmly: "After all, this is a country ruled by law."

Seeing Thomas walk out of the conference room, Anthony smiled and said faintly in a voice that only he could hear: "Who can say that it is not a country governed by law?"

Anthony turned his head and tapped the table gently. As Anthony tapped, the noise of the directors in the conference room gradually quieted down. Anthony looked at the distorted faces in front of him and said, "Do you still want to sign the contract now?" "

"Dream, Anthony," one director said.

"If you want our shares, be prepared for a lot of bleeding," another director said.

"Okay, then this meeting ends here, no farewell. In addition, I hope you have a good dream at night." Anthony tilted his head and waved with a smile.

“We’ll see”

"You won't succeed"

"Why are you so arrogant?"

"Morpheus and the others are not finished yet. I will inform my friends from the local inspection agency to pay close attention to you."

All the directors left shouting.

"Karl," Anthony waved, "Go and prepare the relevant legal documents."

"Understood." The lawyer resigned.

"Thom, prepare to forcibly repurchase the relevant shares," Anthony directed the other: "Problems that can be solved with money are not problems, are they?"

"Okay." Another subordinate went to work.

"Okay, let's go," Anthony said, taking the top hat and cane: "Next time he comes, everything here will completely belong to his master, the real master."

The group of people walked out of the newspaper office under the complicated eyes of the people in the newspaper office, got in the car, and a convoy of high-end cars slowly left.

Caesars Palace, located on the west side of Manhattan, is a recently opened large-scale entertainment venue integrating gambling, hotels, and entertainment. This kind of venue is ranked among the best in New York. Since its opening, it has been crowded with people, making money every day, and it is a veritable gold-selling cave.

The top three floors of Caesar's Palace are the office floors and lounge floors of Anthony's relevant personnel, and the top floor is Anthony's home.

After handing the hat, cane, and windbreaker to the servant, Anthony walked into the room.

"Brock, have you dealt with everything from beginning to end?" Anthony walked into the bar and poured himself a glass of red wine and said calmly.

"It has been taken care of. The relevant people have now been summoned by the Lord." The man in black named Brock said respectfully.

"It's such a blessing to be called by the Lord. By the way, I remember that there seemed to be a very interesting prosecutor at that time. Did you deal with it?" Anthony took a few pieces of ice and put them in the red wine and continued.

"This boss," Bullock said after a moment's hesitation, "is just an ordinary person. If we move the local prosecutor, the federal agents will go crazy."

"Just kidding," Anthony looked up and looked Bullock up and down, then said with a slight smile, "Okay, let's get down."

"Yes," Brock responded, then turned around, opened the door and left the room.

"How can you be so cowardly if you are so cowardly?" Anthony drank the red wine in one gulp and looked at the night view of Manhattan outside the window and said lightly: "You think so, Gin"

"What the boss means," said an Asian man in a black hat and black clothes from a dark corner.

"I'm going to see my father in prison tomorrow afternoon. I hope I can give him a perfect answer," Anthony said lightly.

"Understood," Gin hid in a dark corner and disappeared.

"It's interesting." Anthony looked at the night view of New York outside the window and murmured, "Isn't it?"