The Tyrant Billionaire

The day before the negotiations.

The French woman, Irene came to Hardy's office.

"Boss, I've compiled the list you asked for."

Hardy took the list, which contained the names of graduates from the USC School of Broadcasting, along with their current places of employment.

Many had already entered companies like NBC and CBS, while others had gone to various other TV stations. These people, with their technical skills and work experience, were exactly what ABC needed in the future.

A TV station is divided into various departments, such as the editorial department, administration, planning, office, news, program production, advertising, technical, maintenance, operations, monitoring, and logistics. ABC was currently an empty shell that needed to be built from scratch, requiring a lot of talent.

Finding experienced and skilled individuals would quickly get the station up and running.

"Boss, I want to recommend someone for the position of the president of the broadcasting company," Irene said.

"Oh, who is it?"

"It's my teacher, William Fox. He is 42 years old and also a graduate of USC. After graduating, he joined Nickelodeon TV in New York, working in the news, planning, and editorial departments. Later, he was promoted to station manager and turned the station around to profitability."

"He holds a master's degree in broadcasting from USC and stayed on to teach after graduating. He is now an associate professor at the School of Broadcasting. If you can get him, I believe he would be a great help in creating the new TV station."

After hearing Irene's introduction, Hardy felt that Professor Fox was indeed a good candidate.

"Irene, help me get in touch with Professor Fox. I'd like to talk to him personally and see if he is willing to join ABC Broadcasting Company," Hardy said.

"Boss, are you so confident that you can buy ABC?" Irene asked.

"Haha, I should be able to get it."

Irene licked her lips and hesitated before saying, "Boss, if you really acquire ABC Broadcasting Company, can I work there?"

Hardy was a bit surprised.

"You don't want to work at the auction house anymore?"

Irene looked a bit conflicted and said, "Actually, I enjoy working at the auction house, and I don't want to leave Elena. But my major is broadcasting and hosting, and if I have the opportunity, I still want to be in front of the camera."

"Alright, if I acquire ABC Broadcasting Company, you can be my secretary and assist me in managing the company. After you gain some experience, you can try hosting," Hardy said.

"Ah, that's great! Thank you, boss—no, thank you, Chairman," Irene said excitedly.

A secretary to the chairman was definitely a senior position in the company.

"Being my secretary is not easy. You will have to handle many things and represent me, so you must be able to shoulder this responsibility," Hardy said.

"I will work hard, boss."

"Alright, your first task is to contact Professor Fox. Once we have a station manager, you will also be responsible for building the structure of the broadcasting company and later managing various operations," Hardy said.

"Got it, boss," Irene said enthusiastically.

"Good, go ahead."

After Irene left, Hardy looked out the window. The only thing left now was to acquire ABC Broadcasting Company. He had ordered Andy and Henry to ensure success.

...

The day before the negotiations.

Alderman, the boss of Pegasus Rubber Tire Factory, led a team to Springfield with a total of five people, including his assistant, two vice presidents, and an economic lawyer.

Pegasus Rubber Tire Factory was in Chicago, only 200 kilometers away from Springfield. They drove directly to their reserved hotel.

As they walked from the parking lot to the hotel, a commotion broke out nearby. Two masked, armed robbers were robbing two pedestrians.

One of the criminals unexpectedly produced a revolver during the scuffle and fired some bullets into the air, frightening everyone away. The victims, terrified, did not resist further, allowing the robbers to grab their bags and flee.

The robbers ran away, and people began to relax.

"I- I ... I think I've been shot," Alderman said painfully.

The group from Pegasus turned to see Alderman clutching his stomach, blood flowing from his hand.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"Ah, he's bleeding! The boss is injured!"

They were all frightened and quickly put Alderman in the car and rushed to the hospital.

The doctor found that he had been shot in the abdomen. Fortunately, it had not hit any major organs, and they immediately prepared for surgery.

After the surgery, Alderman remained unconscious.

The doctor told the accompanying people, "The bullet has been removed. The situation is stable for now, but he will remain under anesthesia until tomorrow afternoon."

"And you should know, there is still a risk. No one can guarantee there won't be any other complications."

The police came to investigate and learned about the nearby robbery and random gunfire. It was unlucky that Alderman, about 20 to 30 meters away, had been hit.

After the police left, the two vice presidents discussed, "What about the negotiations?"

"With the boss in this condition, how can we proceed? None of us have the authority to make such a big decision. We'll have to wait until the boss recovers."

"Yes, we'll wait until the boss wakes up."

In the meantime, Paramount Pictures did not send its president to Springfield but instead sent a vice president, who led a team of four. After arriving at the airport, they took a taxi.

"To the Springfield Hotel," they said.

The car drove onto the highway and soon turned onto a side road. The four people in the car didn't notice, busy discussing the upcoming negotiations. Suddenly, the car stopped on a deserted road, and several masked, armed men stood outside.

"What's going on?" the vice president asked in surprise.

"A robbery!" the masked men said, opening the car door and forcing them out. The Paramount team was terrified, not expecting such an incident upon arriving in Springfield.

One of the robbers punched the vice president in the stomach.

"Ugh!" The vice president doubled over in pain.

"Hand over the money," the robber demanded.

The vice president thought that if you wanted money, you could have just asked. Why punch me first?

They obediently handed over their money.