Chapter 293: The Council of Shareholders

What the future outcome of Osborne's company will be is anyone's guess. However, Zhou Yi still hopes that Mr. McCann can put his mind right, because things rarely develop as smoothly as you expect.

The better you think about it now, the worse you might fall later. Instead of holding this kind of unrealistic fantasy, it is better to honestly do your own thing.

However, Zhou Yi just said this in his own heart. Because at this time, Mr. McCann, who has been dazzled by his own power, must not listen to what others say. Rather than being disgusted by speaking out, it's better to feel comfortable in the outside world.

It just so happened that it seemed that it was time for the meeting, and the other shareholders all filed into the meeting room. So Zhou Yi gestured to McCann and walked in.

In his current capacity, it's not a good thing to mix with someone like McCann. If his methods are not secretive enough, he might even be implicated himself. Zhou Yi didn't want to be the pond fish that was affected. Therefore, he was very shy.

McCann naturally knew what Zhou Yi was avoiding. Looking at the back of Zhou Yi's departure, there was a hint of anger in his eyes. But he was quickly overwhelmed.

As someone who has worked hard in the business circle for so long. He's not like politicians who come to power only by rhetoric. He is very clear about who is offended by himself, and who cannot be offended by himself. And Zhou Yi was the one he couldn't afford to offend at the moment.

Unless, he completely grasped the Osborn company.

This is something that now seems unlikely. However, when he wanted to come. The time for that is not far away.

Adjusting his tie, McCann pushed open the door of the conference room. The last one went in. And when he walked in, a majestic voice suddenly rang out.

"Mr. McCann, you're a full minute late. Did you do it on purpose? Or do you think you're the host of this meeting?"

The speaker was a pale old man sitting at the head of the conference table. He was wearing a neat suit with gloves on his hands and a scarf around his neck. Wrap yourself up tightly. Only the old head is exposed.

And it was this sick-looking guy who was almost the same as the old man who was about to die. It was to Mr. McCann who had just come in. The vice president of the company rebuked him mercilessly.

In the face of the old man's reprimand, McCann's eyes not only showed no anger, but panic. After a long while, he said uncertainly.

"Norman.

How can you be like this? "

The person who spoke was Norman Osborn, who was rumored to be terminally ill and not far from death. What surprised McCann was not Osborn's existence, but his current state.

He remembered very clearly what kind of ghostly Norman he had seen two months ago. You're welcome to say. At that time, he was almost indistinguishable from the zombie demon. It was at that time that he had the feeling that Osborn Company would be in his pocket.

But now it seems that this feeling is nothing more than an illusion. Because he discovered that Norman Osborn's condition had actually improved, although he still looked like he was about to die. But now he is far better than his ghostly appearance before.

It was completely different from what McCann had estimated, and even left him almost unable to believe what he was seeing. So in his absence, he asked such a sentence.

As for McCann's question, Norman's eyes gleamed gloomily. What kind of idea was made by McCann, he was naturally clear in his heart. However, at that time, he was terminally ill and obviously did not have the energy to deal with such a mischievous subordinate.

But it's different now. He gained time again. Then the matter of solving this guy has already been mentioned on his agenda.

"What, McCann. Do you think I'm not going to get better? Or do you think I'm here to declare my will? Then you can wait until I'm dead. Take everything from my Osborn family? "

Norman Osborn asked coldly. Almost no face was given to McCann. This is his empire, the company he built. As long as he is still there, no one here has the right to speak in front of him. Therefore, he doesn't care about other people's faces at all.

And when Norman said that, McCann's face naturally turned ugly. On the one hand, because Norman's words really stimulated his self-esteem. On the other hand, it was because Norman told the secret in his heart.

He thought that this meeting Norman Osborn could lie in bed and say a few words in a stereoscopic image through the camera would be heaven. But what he never expected was that he still had the ability to walk out of his mansion and come here to hold a board meeting in person.

But although there is no psychological preparation, but the ability to play on the scene. McCann still has it. So I saw a hearty smile on his face immediately, and then said to Norman.

"How come, Mr. Osborn. I think you must have misunderstood. I just didn't expect you to be in good health so quickly."

"Hum!" He snorted coldly. Norman knew that this was not the time to clean up this guy, so he ordered the table and said with an indifferent expression. "Sit down, Mr. McCann. We're going to have a board meeting."

McCann obediently sat next to Osborn, only to find out at this time. On the edge of old Osborn, there was a young man sitting. A young man with seven or eight similarities to Norman. see this young man. He immediately thought of his identity.

Harry Osborn, Norman Osborn's only son, and his only heir. thought of this relationship. His heart sneered again.

Almost, he was fooled by old Osborn. He has seen it. Old Osborn's current appearance is also pretended, although the tiger's power is still there, but at most it is just a paper tiger. The situation is far more serious than he appears. Otherwise, he wouldn't take little Harry with him.

Come to think of it, retroviruses proliferate. How could such a rare disease with almost no records be cured so easily?

Thinking of the joint in the middle, McCann's heart relaxed again. All he had to do now was wait, waiting for the day when Norman couldn't stand it. He, who has conducted in-depth investigations into the Osborn family's genetic diseases, is very clear that the old Osborn will not last long. And then, that's his chance.

Time has become something that both sides need to fight for now. And who can win in the end depends on who time will prefer.

but. Old Osborn clearly didn't want to bet everything on time. He wants to buy time, not just to buy enough capital for Harry's superior. It's more about keeping yourself alive.

So he patted the table and glanced at the shareholders present. Said first.

"I heard. You're going to shut down all GMO research projects within the company. I wonder, why are you doing this? Or, have you asked me for my opinion?"

"Norman, you should know. The company isn't doing well right now. There's a reason we're closing these divisions. They can't make us even a little bit of profit right now. Instead of keeping them, we're going to drain our resources in vain. Increase We're under pressure now. It's better to just shut them down. Mitigate our losses. It's actually a means of avoiding risk."

As the initiator of the decision, McCann felt obligated to answer that question. So he tried his best to explain their thoughts to old Osborn.

As Wall Street shareholders who only care about interests, in fact, these genetically modified departments are not pleasing to the eye for a long time. They drained the Osborn Company's huge sums of resources without producing anything useful. Finally got a finished product, but it's a crap that turns people into lizards. How can they continue to accept the fact that their money has been wasted by Osborn.

So, this decision is not just McCann's decision alone. Rather, it represents the views of the majority of shareholders.

If it's something else. Norman may compromise with so many shareholders. But on this matter, he would never compromise. Because the GMO department was created for nothing but to cure the genetic disease in him. This is a matter of his life and death. How could he be stopped by others because of some interests?

So he said immediately.

"I still say that, you don't have my consent. Then this resolution can't be passed. I am the leader of this company. There will only be my voice in this company. I did not agree, You can't change anything. The GMO sector reopens, from now on. I want right away, right away. Do you understand?"

Norman Osborn has been in charge of the company for decades, and he has brought him from a small company to the top level in the world. It can be said that his position in this company is unshakable. In addition, he is a strong and domineering person, so at the board meeting, he is basically the only one who speaks. What he decides cannot be changed. It was like this in the past, and it is like this now.

Despite the unwillingness in their hearts, the group of capitalists headed by McCann had to bow their heads in front of Norman Osborn. They really do not have the courage to contradict such a tyrant-like character.

But they dare not. It doesn't mean that no one dares. At the very least, Zhou Yi didn't care much about a mere Osborn. So, when the meeting becomes quiet. His voice was particularly striking.

"Mr. Osborne, since you don't want to shut down these GMOs that don't make any profit. Then I want to know. What are you going to make up for our losses?"

Old Osborn's eyes narrowed slightly after seeing who was speaking. Then the tone became subtle.

"I said who would speak at this time? It turned out to be you, Mr. Zhou. Why, do people like you who are sitting on a big company care about these trivial petty profits?"

"It's not really, but I'm just curious. After all, my money is not blown by the wind. These are the assets I have worked hard for a little bit. I don't want them to take some unnecessary mistakes from my account. It's completely gone."

"How is that possible, Mr. Zhou. We are on the same boat!"

Norman Osborn not only didn't get angry at Zhou Yi's words. Instead he laughed. And the smile is very subtle. (~^~)