The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette -
Chapter 817
Chapter 817
Sean was currently on the sixth floor, which was nearly 20 meters above the ground.
He could see all the reporters, investors, and onlookers down there.
There were a lot of people down there.
However, the room was quiet.
The noise outside was blocked by the double French windows.
Sean looked down on like a god who controlled all beings.
“Commander, Jon’s out.”
Zander stood behind Sean and looked across at the Zimmer Corporation building before reporting to
Sean.
“Yeah.”
Sean nodded slightly before taking the binoculars and looking down.
Sure enough, dressed in a suit and tie, Jon walked out of the building with a steady gait.
He exuded confidence.
Looking at the smile on Jon’s face, Sean smiled too.
“Smile.
“I want to see how long you can smile.”
Sean put down the binoculars and muttered to himself.
Jon thought the stock price crash was the end.
Instead, Sean’s plan was just getting started.
“Commander, I’ve arranged everything you asked me to arrange.
“What’s next?”
Zander asks softly, looking at Sean.
Zander did not know much about business.
He could lead an army into battle, but he was not good at dealing with old foxes like Jon.
He could not even read the ups and downs of the stock market.
Therefore, he did not understand many of Sean’s arrangements.
“Next…
“We only have to watch the show.”
Sean slowly reached out and opened the window in front of him.
The noise from outside came in at once.
“Watch the show?”
Zander paused and scratched his head.
“Commander, I still can’t figure out why you’re so good at business.
“Have you ever been exposed to these things before?”
Zander asked after looking at the tablet in his hand.
Zander knew something about Sean’s experience.
As a teenager, he was adopted by his father Colin and taken to the Northwest Army.
During his years in the army, Colin taught him a lot about the battlefield.
As for business, Zander could not figure out when Sean learned it.
“Aren’t these things easy to understand?”
Sean replied in a relaxed tone without looking back.
“Well… I still don’t understand even after staring at it…”
Zander shook his head and said, “I think your parents must have been talented in business, and you
inherited the talent.”
Sean’s movements paused slightly at this point.
“I have no parents.
“I grew up in an orphanage, and my adopted father was killed in the war.”
Sean spoke calmly when he talked about the topic.
He had never seen his parents.
He never had them, so he never expected anything..
During his eight years in the army hehad witnessed too much life and death.So he had gotten over a lot
of things.It was why he was not affectedwhen the subject was brought up.I'm sorry.I just thought that
maybe your parents xander pausedand tried to continue, but Sean waved his handand interrupted
don't think they're gone now.Let's watch the show.Sean put the binoculars in front ofXander, silencing
the rest of Xander's speech. Yes.Xander nodded, not daring to say more.Downstairs, John walked
steadily upto the makeshift stage.Under the stage, countless media reporters crowdedover and pushed
their microphones forward. Mr.Zimmer, is it true thatZimmer Corporation's stock market crashed?
Mr.Zimmer, is this situation due tointernal changes in Zimmer Corporation?May I ask, what is the
Zimmerfamily plan to remedy the situation? Mr.Zimmer. Mr. Zimmer.A large number of shareholders
funds are now stuck.It is said that ZimmerCorporation has insufficient funds.Is it true?John was
suddenly bombarded withquestions from the reporters.Each question was so critical and sensitive
thatJohn had to tackle it head on.However, John was unfazed by the situation.As the chairman of a
large company he hadthe ability to remain calm in a crisis.Besides, they invited over many of the
reporters.John was pretty generous in public relations.Therefore, today's press conference would
begradually led by the Zimmer family.
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