America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 104: Turning your hands to turn into clouds, turning your hands to turn into rain, is a sign of great power! (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's estate.

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 caused 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 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 someone behind the scenes.

Eat the meat first and drink the soup later. Those who don’t know where to start can only become prey!

The weak will prey on the strong, so 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 give his stock price, which has plummeted, a shot in the arm.

So why is Tonks here?

He came to plead guilty.

Although Dracula had already said that his son could die in the police attack, Tonks couldn't just lick his face and take it for granted.

It is still necessary to express your apology appropriately.

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 grace,

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 killed more than a dozen people."

"Needless to say, the kidnappers are just spreading rumors. That child is not my son!"

After saying that, and giving Tonks a cold look, Joel stepped onto the makeshift 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.

But today, more than just people from the West Coast came. In the crowd, Dracula saw many reporters from financial media.

Damn vultures, they're coming when they smell meat!

The reporters took aim at the troubled rich man, with 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 legalizing this part of the profits and consolidating them? "

Damn it, what does it mean to legalize profits and then consolidate them? What are you thinking?

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?"

(The New York Post, distributed throughout the United States, owned by News Corporation, is the property of Wendi Deng’s husband Mercado, who is betting on both sides and is prospering)

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!

"Well, answer the New York Post reporter's question.

Any media spreading rumors must remember one thing, the Dracula Group Legal Department is not a vegetarian. "

After first feeling disgusted by the media who wanted to make things worse, 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!

FAKE NEWS, ALL THE FAKE NEWS!”

The more Dracula spoke, the more he became more and more stately. When he got to the emotional point, he directly revealed 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.

Reporters were also frightened by Dracula's suddenness.

its not right.

I am obviously interviewing Mr. Dracula, the liberal tycoon, 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!"

Dracula fully understood the spirit of as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's not embarrassing.

After a slight adjustment, he continued to refute the rumors.

"Demeng, come out and let everyone see you. They actually said you were kidnapped. This is ridiculous!

You are obviously having tutoring classes at home, but I even had breakfast with you this morning! "

As Dracula finished speaking, a boy with brown hair and delicate skin who looked to be eleven or twelve years old came out under the leadership of the servant.

Wearing a well-fitting little dress and with a smile on his face, he stood next to his father, looking like a little gentleman.

"Come on, 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. I am my father's youngest son. The one who was kidnapped is a fake!"

After hearing the last sentence, Joel's expression changed slightly, and then quickly returned 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 to stop filming.

"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."

After understanding Joel's instructions, the two servants walked forward quickly, took Demon's hand and left.

"Dear journalists, do you have any more 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 businesses, and reporters will not miss such a good opportunity to ask questions.

"Mr. Dracula, what is the current progress of the prime editing technology jointly developed 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 bit of wind and rain.

Then play music, then 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've seen the first scene. The car belongs to the Dracula Group. The driver and bodyguard were shot and killed, and a child's fingerprints were extracted from the back seat."

"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 comes back safely, I will definitely not forget you! "

"Mr. Tonks, the 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 ask the servant to 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 car to pick him up?

Tonks didn't know what was wrong with 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 sixty.

After working as a policeman all his life, this old man finally accepted his fate.

He can't understand the West Coast, so why should he go to the political field to develop across borders?

Gru was no ordinary person to be the boss of the White Road gang of the Saint-Loduo police. He could hear a sense of exhaustion in Tonks's 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 said haha.

But his subsequent concern for Tonks was 'sincere', and the forty-year-old man even managed to cry a little.

"Mr. Tonks, when I came to Saint-Loto to work as a police officer, it was still 99, and it will be twenty years in the blink of an eye.

I still remember that you were the best police officer of the LAPD at that time. I can say that it was under your influence that I slowly grew into a qualified police officer.

You are so old and you are still working for the security of Saint-Lotus. You are really 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 so bad.

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, do you understand? "

Tonks had changed so much today that Gru was a little unsure whether this old dog was playing him.

He was just casually testing the waters, but in the end, Lao Deng went straight to Jiaotong University?

After thinking for a moment, Gru replied.

"Mr. Tonks, did you watch the press conference of 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 not kidnapped?"

“I made it clear at the press conference, so you can do it with confidence and 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."

Jax asked tentatively after watching his boss put down the phone and his expression changed with uncertainty for a long time.

"What's wrong with that press conference?"

After taking a deep look at his men, Gru sighed.

“How could a king give up his kingdom for a son?

Therefore, I found that I should never be a king in this life. "

Jax understood what Gru said, and 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 entered just now 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 live broadcast, and now CNN and FOX have started live broadcasting. "

Jax is really worried, he thinks this kidnapping case is getting weirder and weirder.

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 there be such a strange thing? ——

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah."

Wearing a mask that turned into an eye patch, Ye Gubai pretended to be the big boss in 'Persian'.

Cheng Daqi doesn't believe that any of these five idiot kidnappers who only have ideals can speak Persian.

"My boss said, you think the man named Dracula cares about his son, but he doesn't care at all.

Because he is so rich, he must have many sons, and your request will affect 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 Gubai'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 raised his own doubts.

He didn't believe that the American government would leave the hostages alone!

"Ababa, Ababa, Ababa" Cheng Daqi relayed the question to Ye Gubai.

"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’re not a cult!”

The priest felt from the bottom of his heart that he was a righteous man and that what he did was an act of charity.

"If you say that, America doesn't belong to you either!

The Draculas are America's shareholders, you are just America's cows and horses.

Since when are you 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 place 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 4357 words today, and this chapter has words. The words in it are not included in the charge. I did not intentionally overstate the word count.

　　

　

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