Chapter 103: Turning your hands into clouds and turning your hands into rain are powerful! (4000 two-in-one)
Gru wanted to see Tonks' face, but he was too far away to see it.
The dog is currently at Dracula Manor.
Joel Dracula is getting ready to give a press conference!
As a giant biopharmaceutical group, Dracula Group is a listed company.
The stock price of a listed company is like a delicate and frail little sister. If there is a slight storm, she will cry for you.
What the kidnappers did today was no small matter. Even with Dracula’s decades of experience in the business world, he found it difficult to deal with it.
Although the scandal was covered up by ABC at the beginning, ABC's tone is looser than a bitch's crotch, and those who should know have already known it.
Robert's group has already started short selling, big short selling!
Although they are of the same race, their race is not very gentle, courteous and thrifty. They are more smiling on the surface and faster than stabbing a knife behind their backs.
Eat the meat first and drink the soup later. Those who don’t know where to start can only become prey!
The weak prey on the strong, even if you stand in line, you must always be on guard.
The students who travel with you can betray you for silver coins. Stories from thousands of years ago have been circulated forever, telling the horror of this nation.
Joel Dracula must respond forcefully to inject a boost into his stock price, which has plummeted.
So, why did Tonks come?
He came to plead guilty.
Although Dracula has said that his son can die in the police attack, Tonks cannot lick his face and take it for granted.
Appropriate expression of apology is still necessary.
Just because the boss is letting you off the hook doesn’t mean you can’t be ungrateful.
Thunder, rain and dew are all your kindness,
Tonks is the holder of power, and the real bosses in America are the Draculas.
"Mr. Dracula, I really have no choice. The police tried a wave of attacks and more than a dozen people died."
"Needless to say, the kidnappers were just spreading rumors. , that child is not my son!"
After saying that, he glanced at Tonks coldly, and Joel stepped onto the temporary podium without looking back.
Standing on the makeshift podium, Joel glanced around.
Dracula Manor is so big that even media from the entire West Coast came and it was not crowded.
It’s just that people from the West Coast are not the only ones here today. In the crowd, Dracula saw many reporters from financial media.
Damn vultures, they are coming when they smell meat!
The reporters took aim at the troubled rich man, their eyes filled with the fire of desire to choose and devour others.
"Mr. Dracula, did you really kill those soldiers and then use the corpses for experiments?"
Spit blood at people, come with open mouth, do it!
Dracula ignored him.
"Chairman Joel, I am from the Wall Street Journal. Does your company's profit include profits from illegal organ transplantation?
If not, would you consider it? How about legalizing and consolidating this part of the profits? "
Damn it, what does it mean to legalize and consolidate profits? What are you thinking about?
Born on Wall Street is indeed the most outstanding among births.
Dracula ignored him.
"Mr. Dracula, New York Post, what do you think of the rumors about the Dracula Group?"
(New York Post, distributed nationwide, News Corp. Under the banner, Wendi Deng’s husband Mercado’s property, this old Deng made bets on both sides, and became prosperous)
Other reporters glared at this New York Post reporter who had no bottom line and no principles. , but Joel Dracula smiled at him.
Sure enough, you are still reliable!
“Ahem, answer the New York Post reporter’s question.
Any media spreading rumors must remember one thing, the Dracula Group’s legal department is not a vegetarian. "
After being disgusted by the media who wanted to make trouble, Dracula continued calmly.
“As for those rumors, my son was kidnapped, and our company does organ transplants, I can only say that they are all lies!
Someone is shorting the Dracula creature in the stock market with a large amount of money. These rumors are made up by them for their own evil short-selling plan!
I have reported this malicious short selling in conjunction with rumors to the regulatory authorities!
If they want to attack my Dracula Group through mere rumors, I can only say that they are daydreaming!
FAKENEWS, ALLTHEFAKENEWS!”
The more Dracula spoke, the more stately he became. When he got to the emotional point, he directly broke out the man’s catchphrase.
Of course, as a senior Donkey Party financier, he soon realized that he seemed to have revealed his true self that wanted to sit on the fence.
The reporters were also frightened by Dracula's sudden appearance.
That’s not right.
I am obviously interviewing Mr. Dracula, the liberal boss, the pillar of the Donkey Party, the king of the West Coast, and the pioneer of the left.
Only the photographers did not forget their work and pressed the shutter frantically. They wanted to record the moment when Dracula lost his luster.
Just now when he was talking about the emotional point, he couldn't help but say those two sentences, and then his face changed quickly. It was so interesting!
“Okay, let’s get back to the topic. The important part of the rumor is about my youngest son. Those people who don’t know where they came from actually said that my youngest son was kidnapped!”
< br>Dracula fully understands the spirit of not being embarrassed as long as I am not embarrassed.
After a slight adjustment, I continued to refute the rumors.
"Demon, come out and let everyone see you. They actually said you were kidnapped. This is so ridiculous!
You are obviously having tutoring classes at home, but I even had breakfast with you this morning! ”
As Dracula finished speaking, under the leadership of the servant, a boy with brown hair and delicate skin who looked to be eleven or twelve years old came out.
He was wearing Wearing a well-fitting little dress and a smile on his face, he stood next to his father, looking like a little gentleman.
“Come, dear, say hello to everyone! ”
Joel gently touched his youngest son’s head and motioned for his son to talk to the reporter.
"Hello everyone, my name is Demon Dracula, and I am my father's youngest son. The one who was kidnapped is a fake!"
Hearing the last sentence, Joel's face changed slightly, Then it quickly returns to normal, as if nothing happened.
The chairman of the biopharmaceutical company seemed like a father who cared about his son, waving his arm to signal reporters not to take pictures.
"Haha, there are too many people. I'm afraid of scaring my little baby, so I'll ask the servant to take him down first."
Understanding Joel's instructions, the two of them The servant walked forward quickly, took Demon's hand and left.
"Dear journalists, do you have any questions? Stop talking about those shameless rumors. Do you have any other questions?"
As a giant biopharmaceutical group, Dracula Group has a wide range of business, reporters We will not miss such a good opportunity to ask questions.
"Mr. Dracula, what is the current progress of the primeediting technology jointly researched by your company and St. Semitic Wanderer Children's Research Hospital?"
"Mr. Dracula, What do you think of the full implementation of the legalization of organ trading in Iran? Does Dracula Biotech have any plans to open a branch in Iran? ”
“Mr. Dracula”
Turning your hands over turns into clouds, turning over your hands turns into rain, this is a sign of great power.
Dracula didn't even turn his hands during this little bit of wind and rain.
Play music and dance!
On the West Coast, at 7:30 pm US time, Dracula Manor is still full of guests! ——
Standing in the corner of Dracula's manor and witnessing the entire press conference, Tonks felt shuddering.
The crowd was obviously very lively, but he was breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Tonks, Dracula's youngest son has been kidnapped. Little Dracula's safety must be guaranteed! Do you understand? If something happens to Little Dracula, you will have no future on the West Coast. "
"BOSS, I saw the first scene. The car belonged to the Dracula Group. The driver and the bodyguard were shot and killed, and a child's fingerprint was extracted from the back seat. "
< br>"Old Tang, I am Dracula, Joel Dracula. Hey, this matter is quite troublesome. I need you to worry more. The kidnapper can negotiate the money.
If the child Come back safely, I will definitely not forget you!”
"Mr. Tonks, that group of kidnappers did bring a child into the library, that's for sure."
Tonks remembered the scene at the press conference very clearly.
That well-dressed little boy, that weird speech.
“The one who was kidnapped is a fake!” Joel Dracula’s words are also very interesting.
"I'll let the servant take him down first."
Why does a servant still hold hands with a teenager when he is already a teenager?
Closing her eyes, Tonks tried not to think about these things, but the scene of Dracula looking at him coldly came to mind again.
"Needless to say, the kidnappers are just spreading rumors. That child is not my son!"
It's not your son. Why did you call me to ask me to take care of it?
If I'm not your son, why did you let the members of the Donkey Party push me to do it?
If it’s not your son, why do you use a bodyguard to pick him up?
Tonks didn't know what was going on in America and why there were so many strange things.
"Gru, hurry up and kill the kidnappers. Can you do it?"
Tonks was really tired, he was already sixty.
After working as a policeman all his life, this old man finally accepted his fate.
He can’t even understand the West Coast, so why should he go to the political circles for cross-border development?
Being the boss of the White Road gang of the Saint-Loduo police, Gru was no ordinary person. He could hear a sense of exhaustion in Tonks' words.
"Mr. Tonks, I will try my best, but you must also pay attention to rest."
Gru didn't say that he would definitely be able to do it, he just made a haha.
But his later concern for Tonks was 'sincere', and the forty-year-old man even managed to cry a little.
"Mr. Tonks, when I came to work as a police officer in Saint-Louis, it was still in 1999, and it will be twenty years in the blink of an eye.
I still remember that you were the best police officer in the LAPD at that time. As for Superintendent Jia, I can say that it was under your influence that I slowly grew into a qualified police officer.
You are so old, and you still work for the security of Saint-Loduo. You are so dedicated, you must have a good rest."
Listening to Gru's words on the phone, Tonks felt for the first time that this bastard who always caused trouble for him was not bad at all.
As soon as I think about going back, the sky and the earth will become wider in an instant.
After extinguishing her thoughts of crossing the political arena, Tonks realized that if she really retired directly, she would have to leave more incense in the police station.
It’s not that he doesn’t have direct descendants, but who would dislike having too many direct descendants?
"Gru, you have been doing a good job in the past two years, and this kidnapping case is also your opportunity.
The director of the Niangniang Temple Branch made too much money, you Understand?”
Tonks had changed so much today that Gru was a little unsure whether this old dog was playing him.
He just tried it casually, but in the end, this old man directly went to Jiaotong University?
After thinking for a moment, Gru replied.
"Mr. Tonks, did you watch the press conference at Dracula Manor just now?"
"Of course, it was all rumors before. The kidnappers kidnapped the wrong kidnapper. They are just a bunch of fools. ”
"Are you sure that little Dracula was really not kidnapped?"
"I made it clear at the press conference, so just do it with confidence. I will bear the pressure for you.
I’m old, and I want to help you young people more before I retire.”
“I understand, I understand how to do it.”
Looking at my boss putting down the phone, his expression was uncertain. After a long time of change, Jax asked tentatively.
"Is there anything wrong with that press conference?"
Looking deeply at his subordinates, Gru sighed.
“How could a king give up his kingdom for a son.
So, I found that I should never be a king in this life.”
Jax After understanding what Gru said, he opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.
"What happened to the new person who appeared on the ABC live broadcast? Why did he put on the mask of a kidnapper?" Gru asked another question.
“I don’t know, but the new reporters who just entered encountered a booby trap set by the kidnappers. One of them died and another was seriously injured.
But the remaining two people really continued to broadcast. Now CNN and FOX have started broadcasting it live. "
Jax is really worried. He feels that this kidnapping case is getting more and more weird.
It’s so weird!
The son of the Donkey Party’s financier is no longer a son. The kidnapper started a live broadcast and opened three stores.
How could such a strange thing happen? ——
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.”
Wearing a mask turned into an eye patch, Ye Gubai pretended to be the big boss in ‘Persian’.
Cheng Daqi doesn’t believe that any of the five idiot kidnappers who only have ideals can speak Persian.
"My boss said, you think the man named Dracula cares about his son, but in fact he doesn't care at all.
Because he is so rich, he must have many sons, and your request will The impact on his company
Compared with the company's losses, the death of a son is nothing."
Cheng Daqi pretended to be a translator and explained Ye Ergubai's words seriously.
Looking at Ye Gubai carefully, Andre was not sure whether this so-called 'Iranian tycoon' was true or false.
Cheng Daqi had carefully considered choosing Ye Er Gubai to cooperate with him.
This old man is 1.85 meters tall, wearing a brown suit, a white hat, and a neatly groomed beard.
When you put on airs in a serious manner, it can really give people a sense of style.
"But we still have you hostages. In order to save you, the American government will definitely take action against Dracula Company."
Thor's thinking was clearer than Andre's, and he proposed raised his own doubts.
He didn't believe that the American government would leave the hostages alone!
"Ababa Ababa Ababa" Cheng Daqi relayed the problem to Ye Ergubai.
"Aba Bonaparte Aba Ali Baba" Jacob replied in 'Persian'.
“My boss said, haven’t you heard about the Waco tragedy?
He came out to remind you because he was afraid of being implicated to death by you idiots!”
The Waco massacre that Cheng Daqi talked about was a case in which the American government besieged a cult camp.
This case occurred in 1993, and Andre still remembered the news at that time.
“But we are not a cult!”
From the bottom of his heart, the priest felt that he was a righteous man and what he did was an act of charity.
“If you say that, America is not yours either!
The Draculas are America's shareholders, you are just America's cows and horses.
When did Niu Ma become qualified to hold shareholders accountable? Your only value is to shareholders
Don’t look at me like that! This is what my boss said, not me!”
The whole audience was silent!
Only the cameras of a few reporters silently recorded Cheng Daqi’s coquettish performance.
Unfortunately, Cheng Daqi had just picked up the Iron Man mask. No matter how the camera filmed it, he was not worried about being exposed.
I wrote 10,600 words today, and this chapter has 4,357 words. The words in it are not included in the charge, and the number of words was not deliberately reduced
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