Black Hand Over the Sky

The Daily Liberty, located in Manhattan, New York, has been covering gossip and celebrity scandals for years. It is one of New York's more middling newspapers in terms of circulation.

"Sir, the directors are all here now. Would you like to call a meeting?" A big black man knocked on the door and spoke respectfully to the figure inside the table whose back was turned.

"Are we all here?" The chair behind the luxury desk turned around and a young, somewhat mature white European face emerged with a playful look on his face: "Let's get started."

The young man rose to his feet, took the bowler hat and stick which were handed to him, and led the way.

Several directors were whispering to each other in the Freedom Journal conference room.

"Who called this meeting today? How was it notified? Morpheus? ' 'asked one of the directors, who was thin and looked as if he had indulged in excess.

"I don't think so. I hear Morpheus shares have been transferred to someone else." The other shook his head in the negative.

"Oh, when did this happen? Why didn't I hear?" Several other directors around looked this way.

"I also found out about it through my friends at the local inspection agency." The director clearly had some connections.

'The local inspectorate? Directors scowl, as if they have nothing to do with excessive ownership.

'Yes, Morpheus died three days ago. It seemed to be a sudden illness, but I heard there seemed to be something strange. ' The well-informed director seemed to have something on his mind.

"Strange place?

"There's been a lot going on lately. Crocker and Batum seem to have died suddenly too."

Just then, the door to the conference room was opened and a group of people came in. The leader surprised everyone in the conference room and said, "Anthony. Ste!"

"How come?

"Why is he here? !"

The directors are in a bit of a panic now.

The young white EuropeAn-American at the head took off his windcoat, handed his staff and top hat to his staff, sat down in the chair, pulled out a cigar, motioned to his staff to light it, and said quietly: "Long time no see, gentlemen, no, to be exact, it has been two months."

"What are you doing here? Anthony! Your family was kicked off the board two months ago and should have no right to be here anymore." A board member on the left stares angrily.

'Security guard! "Another director was more direct.

"Really, counselor," Anthony said softly with a wave to his side.

A middle-aged white man with gold-rimmed glasses nodded and stepped forward from behind, then pulled the relevant papers from his briefcase and motioned to the directors backhanded, "I'm Anthony. Mr. West's attorney, Carl, here are the legal documents related to Mr. Anthony's 52 percent stake in the Liberty Journal, so Mr. Anthony is now the largest shareholder of the Liberty Journal and has a legal interest in it."

"I don't think I need to go into the details of what those interests are, because you're all business leaders," he said. Anthony took over the conversation and looked at the directors in front of him.

"How is that possible? !" The well-informed director reacted with horror: "Morpheus? Morpheus was your hand, wasn't it? ! And Crocker and Batum. You definitely wouldn't have this much of a stake otherwise!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Anthony sneered back in his chair. "Attorney Carr, I think someone just slandered me."

"Got it. I'll arrange a lawyer's letter to the other party later." Carl looked at the director and then said respectfully.

'Damn it! "Shouted the directors.

"What do you want! 'said one of the directors on the other side.

'What do I want? Anthony looked at him and smiled. "I just want to prove one thing."

"What thing?"

"I want to prove that what belongs to me, what I have lost, I will take back with my own hands!" Anthony leaned forward with a solemn look on his face.

"So you went after the Morpheus! You're breaking the rules! ' 'the director fumed.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Anthony smiled. "My shares are in full compliance with the law. If you don't believe me, ask your lawyer."

Carl nodded approvingly.

"You!" 'the directors were outraged.

'Well, Chairman Anthony, what are you trying to do with this board meeting? Throw your weight around on us?" 'said another board member, who seemed to have more authority.

"Of course not. The purpose of this meeting is to purchase your shares in full and then delist them. One owner of the Liberty Daily is enough, isn't it?" Anthony smiled.

The light tone and arrogant attitude made the directors very angry.

"What?"

'Don't you dare!

"I will never sell my shares!"

'And if I did, I would never sell it to you, Antony!'

In the face of the angry speeches of the board members, Anthony smiled and kept silent. After a while, the room became quiet. Anthony said to one of the board members who had closed his eyes and made no comment, "Director Thomas, what is your decision?"

"How much is the purchase price?" Thomas opened his eyes and was silent for a moment, glancing around him with a grim look on his face.

'The market price will never lose you,' said Thomas. Anthony understood.

"Yes, I'm willing to sell," Thomas exhaled. "Sign the contract!"

"What?"

"Thomas, how could you?"

'Did you really decide that?'

"You're not afraid of this little brat."

'said the other directors angrily, looking at the traitor beside them.

Anthony ignored the other Shouting directors and motioned for the lawyer to produce the relevant documents to sign the contract.

Watching Thomas sign the relevant legal documents, Anthony stood up and held out his hand condescendingly: "I like smart people. There is a Chinese saying -- those who know the situation are the best and cooperate happily."

"I just hope I don't see you again, Anthony. Ste! ' Thomas grimly stood up and shook hands.

'Of course, after all, I've already got what I wanted, and weren't you silent? Didn't you? ' Anthony grins with an inexplicable grin.

"Don't go too far," Thomas said flatly, glancing around the room and stepping out. "This is a country of laws."

As Thomas walked out of the room, Anthony smiled and faintly uttered a voice that only he could hear: "A country of laws? I'm sure it isn't."

Anthony turned his head and tapped on the table. As Anthony tapped, the cacophony of directors in the room quieted. Anthony looked at the twisted faces in front of him and asked, "Does anyone else want to sign a contract right now?"

"In your dreams, Anthony!" "One director said.

"Want our shares, get ready to bleed!" "Another director said.

'Well, then that's the end of this meeting. No. Besides, I hope you have sweet dreams tonight." Anthony cocked his head and waved with a smile.

"We'll see!

"You won't get away with it!"

"What is the arrogance of the young boy?"

'Morpheus and their business is not over! I'll tell my friends at the local inspectorate to keep an eye on you! '

The board members left and shouted.

"Carl," Anthony beckoned, "go get the legal papers ready."

"Yes," said Anthony. The lawyer withdrew.

"Thom, prepare to forcibly repurchase the relevant shares," Anthony directed another. "Nothing that can be solved with money is a problem, is it?"

"Ok," said Anthony. Another subordinate went to work.

'Well, come on,' said Anthony, taking the top hat and stick. 'Next time, it will all belong to his master, the real master!'

The party walked out of the newspaper under the complicated eyes of the people in the newspaper, got into the car, and a line of high-end cars slowly left.

Caesars Palace, located on the west side of Manhattan, is a recently opened gambling, hotel and entertainment complex in one of the largest entertainment venues in the whole of New York. Since its opening, it has been bustling with people and making money every day. It is a veritable gold sales grotto.

The top three floors of Caesar's Palace are the office floors and lounge floors of Antony's staff, while the top floor is the home Antony left for himself.

Giving the servant his top hat, cane, and trench coat, Antony entered the room.

"Brock, has everything been sorted out from beginning to end?" Anthony stepped into the bar and poured himself a glass of red wine.

"That's taken care of. All concerned have now been summoned by the Lord." The Man in Black, called Braddock, said respectfully.

"The Lord called, that is really very happy, by the way, I remember that there was a prosecutor very interesting, dealt with it?" Anthony took a couple of ice cubes and put them in the wine.

'This... Boss, "Brock said after a pause," that's just ordinary people. If we move the DA, the feds will go crazy."

"Just kidding," Anthony said, glancing up and down at Bullock and smiling a little. "All right, get off."

"Yes," Brock replied, then turned to open the door and left the room.

"How dare you be a black man..." Anthony downed the wine and looked out the window at the Manhattan night scene. "You tell me, gin..." he said.

"What does the boss mean?" Out of the shadowy corner comes an Asian humanist in a black hat and a black suit.

'I'm going to see my father in prison tomorrow afternoon. I hope I can give him a perfect answer,' said Anthony lightly.

'I see,' said Gin, disappearing into a dark corner.

'Interesting,' said Gin. Anthony, looking out the window at the night view of New York City, muttered, "Isn't it."