Age Fubao: Be a group pet in the cannon fodder home

Chapter 988

The walls of the villa are made of sound-proof materials, so it stands to reason that it is difficult for outside sounds to come in.

But the uproar was palpable in the bedroom.

Matisse woke up from his dream frowning, and couldn't help cursing.

"Damn it, what's going on outside? Could it be a parade? What is it for again this time, did you trample an ant to death?"

Matisse has always hated the feeling of lack of sleep, which makes him weak and experience the senility of age.

Let Matisse truly realize that he is no longer the lone wolf who walked out of Wall Street back then.

The wife was standing in front of the window in her nightgown, with an ugly expression on her face.

"Not a parade."

"what is that?"

The wife hesitated to speak, "You'd better come and see for yourself."

Mattis suppressed his anger and got out of bed, and opened the curtains.

The morning sun made him squint his eyes, but what was more dazzling than the sun was the flash.

Reporters, countless reporters.

They are densely clustered together, waiting for an opportunity like carrion vultures.

The moment I felt the curtains being pulled open, there was a click, and the sound of the shutter was everywhere.

Freeze the movement of Matisse covering his face with one hand.

At this moment, Matisse has just woken up, with disheveled hair and a big belly.

The wrinkles on the face are clearly visible.

It is not the same as the image of elites in sharp suits in the past.

Swearing viciously, Mattis yanks the curtains shut.

"What the hell happened to these bastards!"

Mattis realized in an instant that something was wrong.

Could it be that something happened to the company?

Because of the dense crowd of reporters outside, the children couldn't go to school, and the wife was also worried.

All the curtains in the house were drawn tightly.

Even though it was broad daylight, the house was dark.

If it weren't for the garden and legal restrictions, I believe this group of crazy reporters would stick to the glass to spy.

Mattis immediately called the secretary.

"Tell me what happened."

The secretary's voice faltered, "Those reporters found out about Ace and the others, and their relatives seem to be planning to sue you."

Mattis snorted coldly in his heart.

And because of those idiots who committed suicide.

At the beginning, they invested willingly and plunged into the securities market without knowing anything.

I just made some suggestions, but didn't force them.

Isn't the final outcome what they asked for?
Hearing just this matter, Mattis was not in a hurry.

He was able to suppress this matter back then, and now it will only be easier.

As long as you show the charity you have done over the years, and portray those people as soft guys who can't afford to lose, people will naturally spurn them.

As for those family members, suppress some, buy some,

Soon without his help, this group of people will fight on their own, and there is no need to go to court.

Besides, they might not even be able to afford the lawyer's fees, so they could only find some trainee lawyers to assist them.

After quickly making a plan in his mind, Matisse's expression relaxed obviously.

"Is that all?"

The secretary swallowed, "Someone also accused you of being alone with a few young boys, and suspects that you have... tendencies."

"In addition, some reporters reported that the company discriminates in recruitment and treats different races differently. They think that all this is your order."

Matisse was furious, "Nonsense, where are these reports?"

"There are several..."

After hanging up the phone, the shouting outside the door and window intensified, and Mattis's head was buzzing.

The temples also throbbed.

He didn't pay much attention to those commercial behaviors, but the last two things the secretary mentioned were really fatal.

Liking young children is absolutely intolerable in this country, and it is the most perverted pervert.

Even buying those magazines was found to be a felony.

Matisse feels wronged, he has absolutely no inclination in this regard!
But he knows better than anyone he knows that when caught in this kind of public opinion issue involving the bottom line, it is difficult for people who have been splashed with dirty water to prove themselves.

Just like the group of poor people who were forced to commit suicide by him back then.

(End of this chapter)