American comics: Becoming the god of technology from Osborn

Chapter 11 The sanctity of private property
"Excuse me, Mr. Osborne, did you just say you wanted to acquire our shares?"

One director couldn't believe what he was hearing.

All the board members together control about one-fifth of the shares of the Osborne Group. Harry alone owns two-thirds, and with Donald's nearly ten points of equity, this basically means 100% control!

Harry wants to turn the Osborne Group into a completely family-owned private business!
"Yes, you heard it right, but I'd better put it in a more plain and understandable way. I plan to take back all the shares of Osborne Group."

Harry said as a matter of course.

"Do you know what you are talking about? Let's not talk about why we want to sell the shares to you. Where do you get the money to buy so many shares?"

Given the market value of the Osborne Group, even if it was once on the verge of bankruptcy, the stock price that has fallen to the bottom is not cheap. Even one percent is an astronomical figure.

Even the world's richest man, Tony Stark, can't come up with so much money to acquire it in his personal capacity!
No matter how rich you, Harry Osborn, are, can your personal assets compare to Tony's?
"That's right, Harry Osborn. You have absolute management rights over the company. We can only listen to whatever decisions you make in this regard. We accept them! But when it comes to equity, we will never let you do whatever you want!"

Another director stood up indignantly.

The smile on Harry's face gradually disappeared, and his eyes became extremely cold.

He looked at the director and asked meaningfully, "You used to have a good personal relationship with Donald, right, Mr. Ferrier?"

"What do you want to say?"

Ferrier was startled when he heard Donald's name, but he still pretended to be calm.

Harry's eyes swept from him to the other directors. This time, he was not looking at everyone, but the group of traitors who conspired with Donald. Everyone who met Harry's eyes turned away guiltily.

When killing Donald last night, Harry cracked his communication equipment and the mansion's surveillance system, from which he learned all the people who had participated in the secret meeting before.

"And you guys all have a good relationship with Donald. When he was fired from the board of directors, you went to his house for a party. Am I right?"

Harry said with a slight smile on his face.

"Actually, I'm a little curious. Since you guys had such a good relationship, why did you guys remain indifferent when he passed away?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Ferrier and the others felt their hearts sink. That party was held in secret, and logically no one other than them should have known about it, but Harry knew about it!

There is no doubt that Harry is definitely involved in Donald's death!

What to do? These people looked at each other and saw the same answer in each other's eyes.

no way!
What would it matter if they knew that Harry killed Donald? They had no evidence, and no one would believe it if they told them. And most importantly -

Harry could have just killed them all one by one like he had killed Donald!
What they didn't know was that Harry had actually thought about this last night. If he didn't look down on them as insignificant little characters, and the sudden death of so many members of the Osborne Group's board of directors was too conspicuous, they would not have survived until now.

"Mr. Ferrier, if you really want to contribute to the group, think carefully about what you should say now."

Harry put emphasis on the words think carefully.

Ferrier's forehead was covered with sweat. At this point, if he still didn't know what Harry wanted, he would be very stupid.

He gritted his teeth, put on a smile and said, "I've thought it through, Mr. Osborne. I am willing to transfer all my shares to you."

"Gift? No, that won't do. It will put you at a great disadvantage."

Harry interrupted him before he could finish and said, "You must be joking. This kind of thing can't be given away for free."

"How about this? I'll buy back your shares at one dollar a share. The stock market is sluggish right now. Do you think this price is a bit low, Mr. Ferrier?"

Harry asked kindly.

A bit low? This is hundreds of times lower!
"Not low, not low, the price is right." Ferrier's heart was bleeding. Seeing this scene, the seven or eight directors who were in cahoots with Ferrier suddenly looked ashen, slumped in their seats, and weakly said that they were willing to accept the same conditions as Ferrier.

At this moment, the remaining three or four directors looked at them in confusion. Although they didn't understand the specific inside story, they could more or less guess that Harry must have caught something on them and actually agreed to such a ridiculous acquisition contract.

Then I couldn't help but start to worry about myself.

Harry did not make things too difficult for these relatively honest directors and bought their shares at a relatively normal price.

In fact, if you really want to trade, this price is also very low, but there is no harm without comparison. When you compare it with the person in front, you will suddenly have the illusion that you have made a profit.

Just as Harry was holding a board meeting, a beautiful figure quietly walked into his office.

Bobby first carefully completed his secretary's job and cleaned the office spotlessly, and at the same time made sure that there was no one else in the office.

Then she took out the hacking device and gently placed it on Harry's desk.

The desktop display screen was activated instantly, and a string of incomprehensible garbled characters jumped wildly on the screen.

"Leo, how long will it take? We don't have much time."

Bobby communicated with Leo, who was hiding in a car not far downstairs, through the headset.

"It will be ready soon, just give me some time."

Leo was typing away at his laptop, and what appeared on the screen was the same garbled text that Bobby saw.

"nailed it!"

Finally, Leo hit the last key.

At the same time, Bobby also found that the virtual screen of the desk had entered the operation interface.

She quickly scanned the contents.

"As expected, there is no important information in this computer. Leo, can you help me open the elevator?"

"a piece of cake."

As soon as Leo finished speaking, the independent elevator in the corner of the office opened its door automatically.

Bobby rushed in as fast as he could.

"Be careful, there may be signal blocking up there, and then you'll have to... rely... on yourself..."

As soon as the elevator started, Leo's voice quickly turned into a series of noises.

Bobby simply took off his headphones.

A few seconds later, the elevator arrived, and a secret laboratory with gloomy lighting that didn't look like a good place appeared in front of Bobby.

"This is indeed the Green Goblin's secret laboratory. This month's work has not been wasted."

Bobby walked into the laboratory and exclaimed at the dazzling array of Green Goblin technology.

At this moment, a voice rang out that made Bobby's hair stand on end.

"Who are you? This is a private place, no entry without authorization!"

(End of this chapter)