Blackstone Code Chapter 1293: One night’s harvest

If Lynch only has 50,000 yuan and talks with him for 600,000 yuan, then this is the pattern.

But he is too rich to talk to him about 600,000 business. This is a waste of time, and it can even be said to be underestimated.

However, since he and Momo had played several friendly matches and knew the situation of this woman relatively well, he gave each other a chance.

Media is important and will become more important.

The underclassmen of the Federation are stupid, unbelievably stupid.

As long as it's said by famous people, as long as it's on TV, they'll believe it's true.

Why are more and more politicians getting used to televised speeches?

In addition to the wider audience, many people instinctively think that what people say on TV must be true.

Like televised preaching, something that uneducated people wouldn't believe, is very popular in the Commonwealth.

Every Sunday, mission day or something, the people would turn on the church's TV station and watch the priests and bishops preside over the missionary ceremonies.

And TV stations, newspapers and magazines are also a very important window, which can allow a person's voice to be amplified countless times and spread to farther places.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why the Commonwealths are stupid. As long as the audience is large enough, there will always be a few weak intelligences who will jump out and show off their IQ.

Lynch needs to have his own media group to speak for himself when necessary.

This is different from getting the support of others. The support of others is always someone else's, and only what you control is yours.

Lynch's words made Momo a little bit stunned. She just wanted a little investment to start the show, and then find some sponsors to keep the show rolling.

But...why did you suddenly talk about such a big project?

She was a little dazed and a little excited.

"I plan to buy a TV station, start a magazine, a newspaper, and a publishing house."

"Of course, if necessary, I will also invest in other media or publishing houses."

"I'm missing someone I can trust to help me do these things, you're a good candidate!"

Lynch gave Momo a great opportunity, but she was a little overwhelmed. This was no longer a surprise, but a shock.

Honestly she just wanted a new show, not...be the president of a group.

But what Lynch said just now rang in her ear again.

It's time to spread your wings and fly for the ideal!

Momo's eyes became firm, "What should I do?"

The next day...

Isn't it common sense to suddenly skip to the next day?

The next morning, Momo returned to the TV station where she used to work and went through the resignation procedures.

As a well-known host, there are actually many procedures to leave the TV station. In the words of capitalists, the TV station has spent a lot of material and financial resources to cultivate a well-known host.

It's not that easy to leave after being famous.

Savings like this are often accompanied by some liquidated damages, but there are also examples of peaceful breakups, and quite a few.

In the end, all the materials appeared in front of the director again.

It's still the same office, and it's still the same two people from yesterday.

The door was closed.

On the surface, the director didn't seem to be happy or angry, but he was actually very upset.

This kind of unhappiness stems from Momo's failure to follow the company's rules of the game, and she didn't bother herself... If she did, the director might consider giving her some resources, but she didn't.

Not only did she not do that, but she pretended to do it and made herself lose face.

Everyone is an adult, and he moved his **** back to reveal enough distance for a person to squat in front of him, and everyone knew what he meant.

Momo made him lose face, people outside didn't know it, but he was still very angry, even a little panic and embarrassment when he faced Momo again.

Blame this lady!

When he reviewed these documents, he felt a little secretly refreshing that was not enough for outsiders to know.

After watching for about a few minutes, he took off his glasses, "Momo...", he called out her name, and then seemed to be lost in thought.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "You still have two years in your contract with the TV station. I can't sign this document until the time expires."

He put his hands together on the table in front of him, looking sincere, "Although I am the director of the TV station, you have to understand that I am not the loudest one here, but the board of directors." /

"They have the right to overturn my decision, and...", he fumbled with the documents on the table, "It's not against the rules."

With Lynch's support, Momo was very courageous at this time, "I can pay the liquidated damages, I have seen it, 200,000."

She sold the house, and with the savings, she could almost make up the money.

The director pouted, "Sorry, it's not a matter of liquidated damages. For us, 200,000... it's nothing, do you understand what I mean?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Momo's face, and the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, as if he was smiling, but when he looked closely, he didn't seem to be smiling, which was irritating.

In fact, the director's meaning has been very clear, that is, to not give her a chance to leave, that is to hide her.

The smile on Momo's face made the director even more angry. As a semi-public figure, he can control his emotions very well.

There is still not much anger in his voice, "Actually, this matter is not impossible..."

He took the words and did not continue to speak. He hoped that Momo would ask him what he could do.

But Momo just looked at him, which made his heart even more irritable.

He sat back, again leaving enough space between himself and the table for an adult to crouch down, leaning back, "But I can help you convince the board, you know, I'm Master."

"I'm in charge of the daily work of the TV station, if I speak...", an intriguing smile appeared on his face, "They need to rely on my work ability, and my words carry more weight than others." /

It was an obvious hint that the director looked at Momo like he was condescending. Even if she really did what she asked, he didn't plan to let her go this time.

He would drag on for a few days and then tell the woman that the board rejected his request.

He will also appear unwilling, and will then offer to make another effort to discuss the matter with the board, thereby demanding further progress.

Look, I've **** up for you and the board, it doesn't make sense that the relationship here is just that simple.

He can ask for more, and this is also the work benefit of the director.

He has already figured out how to toss this hostess who made him very unhappy these two days. This is the sweetness of power.

"What are you doing?"

Momo's words broke the director's reverie about the next beautiful experience. He came back to his senses and looked at Momo with raised eyebrows, as if asking her "what are you waiting for".

"You are so **** disgusting, I heard you let a lot of people talk about you..."

"But don't worry, I'm not that kind of person. Not only will I not do that, but I also spurn you!"

"Look at your sad face, I only feel sad for your mother."

"She gave you life and wanted you to be a great person, but you will only hide in this dark corner like a mouse to play with women with meager power!"

Her voice was so loud that there was already some commotion outside the door.

The director's face was flushed with anger, and there was purple in the red. This was the greatest humiliation he had ever suffered in his life!

Momo stood up, she was the real condescending looking down at the director, the contempt in her eyes was no longer hidden, "Whether you are willing to sign me to leave, it doesn't matter to me."

"It's not you that I respect, but the fairness of the process, but it's obviously not reflected here."

Said Momo grabbed the documents on the desktop and threw them towards the director. When the documents hit the director's face, they made a "pop" sound, and then scattered to the ground with a clatter.

The contempt and disgust on his face made the director very hurt. He pressed the red button, but didn't press it. This was to get the doorman's call.

He looked at Momo and looked at her viciously, "Don't think that if you can irritate me, I'll let you get out. Before the performance of the contract is over, you stay in the corner of the company and rot!"

"Two years from now, I promise no one will know you again, you bitch!"

Just when he was about to press down and asked the guard to kick the crazy woman out of his office, Momo stepped forward, put both hands on the edge of the table, and leaned forward to look at him.

"You know, I went to Mr. Lynch yesterday, yes, Mr. Lynch, the youngest Mr. Billion."

"He's more graceful and humorous than you, and I've been chatting about him... all night long!"

"It doesn't matter if you sign or not, but you have to figure it out, you will disrupt Mr. Lynch's plan."

"And I...", she chuckled a few times, the kind of pride she had never felt filled her body.

She has been very careful in recent years, until this moment!

"Maybe when you see me in the future~IndoMTL.com~ you have to call me lady, understand?"

The director's shocked face first turned from red to blue-purple, but soon began to turn white, to the point where there was almost no blood.

Mr. Lynch...

Just hearing this name, the stationmaster's calf felt a little weak.

The absolute core of a nascent consortium, the incubation base outside the city has been put into use, with more than 30 companies settling in.

And these companies all have a large share of the Rising Light Investment Company, in which Lynch holds a large share.

Bu Pein's media and institutions have all analyzed that under the investment strategy of Tomorrow's Light, a huge consortium will soon be formed, and it may expand faster than any previous consortium. , bigger and scarier!

If... Momo told the truth, he really didn't dare to offend this woman.

After a stalemate for more than ten seconds, the director sat up straight again, and signed his name on the resignation letter a little stiffly.

He did not doubt the authenticity of this information, and he also guessed that Momo and Lynch played a friendly match.

Such a big man, trampling himself to death is like trampling an ant to death.

He dare not gamble!

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