101: Chapter 27: Turning his hand into clouds, and overturning his hand into rain, is a great power!
(4000-in-1) 101: Chapter 27: Turning his hand into clouds, and overturning his hand into rain, is a great power!
(4000-in-1) Gru really wanted to see Tonks’s face, but he was too far away to see it.
The dog is currently at Dracula Manor.
Joel Dracula is about to hold a press conference!
As a giant biopharmaceutical conglomerate, Dracula Group is a listed company.
The stock price of a publicly traded company is like a delicate little sister, a little bit of wind and rain and she cries for you to see.
Today’s kidnappers have caused more than just a little wind and rain, and even with old Dracula’s decades of experience in business, he found it tough to deal with.
The scandal was initially covered up by ABC, but ABC’s mouth is looser than a whore’s panties, and those who should know already knew.
Robert’s group has already started short selling, massive short selling!
Although from the same clan, they have little of the kindness, respect, frugality, and deference, what’s more is that on the surface they are all smiles, but faster than a stabbing hand behind your back.
The first to act gets the meat, the later ones get the soup, and those who don’t act at all can only be prey!
It is the law of the jungle, even with alliances one must always be on guard.
Your fellow students would sell you out for a silver coin, the story that’s been passed down for thousands of years tells of this nation’s horror.
Joel Dracula must respond strongly, to inject a shot of adrenaline into his company’s plummeting stock price.
So, why would Tonks come here?
He came to apologize.
Even though Dracula had stated that his son could die in the police’s assault, Tonks could not just lick his face and act as if it was his due.
An appropriate expression of apology is still very necessary.
Just because the boss lets you off the hook doesn’t mean you can be ungrateful.
The thunder and the rain are all gifts from the Lord,
Tonks is just a holder of power, the real bigwigs in America are still the Draculas.
Dracula, I really had no choice, the police tried an assault and over a dozen died…”
“No need to say more, the kidnappers are just spreading rumors, that child is not my son!”
After speaking, he gave Tonks a cold look, Joel stepped up to the makeshift podium without looking back.
Standing on the hastily erected podium, Joel scanned the room.
Dracula Manor is very large, large enough that all of the West Coast media can come without it being crowded.
But today’s crowd wasn’t limited to the West Coast people, in the crowd, Dracula saw many financial media reporters.
Damn vultures, all coming when they smell meat!
The reporters aimed their long and short guns at the embattled billionaire, their eyes ablaze with the fire of predatory desire.
Dracula, did you really kill those soldiers and then use their bodies for experimentation?”
A baseless accusation, just blurting out anything, despicable!
“Chairman Joel, I am from the Wall Street Journal, may I ask if your company’s earnings include profits from illegal organ transplant business?
If not, are you considering legalizing this profit and incorporating it into your financial statements?”
Go to hell, what do you mean ‘legalize the profit and then incorporate it,’ what are you thinking?
The offspring of Wall Street is indeed the most outstanding of all offsprings.
Dracula, New York Post, what’s your take on the rumors about Dracula Group?”
(New York Post, nationwide distribution, a property of News Corporation, belonging to Murdoch, that old Deng’s husband, this Lao Deng has bet on both sides, thriving amidst chaos)
The other reporters glared at the unprincipled “New York Post” reporter with indignation, but Joel Dracula gave him a smile.
Indeed, one can only rely on their own people!
“Cough, let me answer the question from the “New York Post” reporter.
Any media spreading rumors should remember one thing, Dracula Group’s legal department doesn’t just sit there and eat veggies.”
First, he disgusted the media who wanted to kick him while he’s down, Dracula calmly continued.
“Regarding those rumors, my son was kidnapped, our company does organ transplants, I can only say it’s all lies!
Some people have been shorting Dracula Biotech heavily in the stock market, these rumors are concocted by them for their nefarious shorting plans!
I’ve already reported this malicious shorting in coordination with spreading rumors to the regulatory authorities!
If someone thinks they can take down my Dracula Group with mere rumors, well, I can only say, they’re daydreaming!
FAKE NEWS, ALL THE FAKE NEWS!”
Dracula became more impassioned as he spoke, bursting out with that man’s catchphrase when he was most moved.
Of course, as a seasoned donor to the Democratic Party, he quickly realized he might have exposed his true self who wanted to play both sides.
The reporters were also startled by Dracula’s sudden outburst.
I was supposed to be interviewing the liberal bigwig, Democratic Party pillar, West Coast kingpin, left-wing pioneer Mr.
Only the photographers haven’t forgotten their work, frantically snapping pictures, they needed to capture the moments when Dracula lost his composure.
The moment just now when he got carried away, blurted out those two phrases, and then quickly changed his expression, that was too interesting!
“Alright, back to the main point, the important part of the rumor is about my youngest son, these unknown people, actually saying my youngest son has been kidnapped!
Dracula fully understood the spirit of ‘if I’m not embarrassed, then it’s not embarrassing.’
After a slight adjustment, he continued to refute the rumors.
“Demon, come out and let everyone see you, they are saying you’ve been kidnapped, which is ridiculous!
You were clearly at home attending tutoring classes, I even had breakfast with you this morning!”
As Dracula finished speaking, led by a servant, a brown-haired, smooth-skinned boy who looked to be about eleven or twelve years old walked out.