Capítulo 1743: Chapter 1161: The Black List (Part 2)
“Do you think Disney would go this crazy?”
Li Shuru shook her head without hesitation.
If she were Disney’s manager, she would never step into such an arena.
Because there are no winners.
To put it more bluntly.
Not everyone can afford to lose this much money.
And in the current situation, Disney has no choice because it’s facing an opponent who doesn’t play by the rules, either bow down or be forced into the ring.
Jiang Chen picked up a shrimp cake.
He actually knew very well that it was very unlikely for him to suffer major losses; in the profit-driven Western world, money is the only truth, and anything that stands against money will be abandoned.
Dignity, pride?
Completely insignificant.
So how Disney will choose is not a mystery at all.
The weak are naturally dominated.
But more importantly.
You need to have the power to make the other side cower.
When you don’t have money, girls will demand fancy restaurants, flowers, and gifts, but once you truly have money, you actually don’t need to spend much on girls.
Similarly.
When you’re willing to lose one or two hundred billion, you won’t have to lose it.
“So, Disney will bow to you.”
Jiang Chen placed the shrimp cake in his girlfriend’s bowl.
Unconsciously at first, silently observing his Martial Saint, inspired and amazed.
Learned sothing.
Learned again.
East Sea Disney.
President’s Office.
The atmosphere was oppressive.
A large group of executives remained silent, as if their mute acupoints had simultaneously been hit, no one even coughed.
“President, I think it’s just empty talk; no one would do such a thing unless he’s a lunatic.”
Silence couldn’t go on forever.
Soone had to stand out.
Naturally, it wasn’t Kong Zilai who spoke, although he was the operations director, within Disney’s managent system, being a Shen Zhou native, he was clearly an outsider.
Working for foreigners, one must understand proper limits, knowing when to speak and when to keep silent.
The one who broke the silence was the head of the publicity planning departnt.
Thinking soone is talking nonsense, making such a judgnt is not considered arrogant.
This is the reality.
There is more than one Disney park in the world, yet aren’t all of them crowded?
Their success is global.
Precisely because of this, as the leader in the field, their voracious money-making ability naturally makes many envious, just like a certain Shen Zhou businessman who was once elected as Shen Zhou’s richest man.
To grab a piece of the pie, he invested 30 billion to build a culture and tourism city near the East Sea as part of his entertainnt industry chain, boasting triumphantly at the project launch that Disney East Sea wouldn’t be profitable for twenty years.
And the result?
The test papers were marked, the scores were already out, and Disney remained Disney; even if it ant spending money and suffering, tourists still lined up, while the much-hyped cultural tourism city next door gradually went silent, faded into obscurity, and was ignored.
Oh, right.
The popular phrase “a small goal” is a classic line from this businessman.
Many have tried to snipe Disney, to pull Disney down from its pedestal, but without exception, they’ve all failed.
If the richest man couldn’t do it, who else is worth paying attention to?
Compared to the head of the promo departnt, President Bernard seed to have a different idea, he nonchalantly waved his hand, preoccupied.
“Everyone, leave.”
The large group of executives nodded, paid their respects, and filed out.
In the now empty office, Bernard sat down in the silence, eyes flickering as he pondered and weighed options.
The once boastful tycoon who swore to snipe them sure beca a joke, but Bernard, having worked in Shen Zhou for so long, fully understood that on this Eastern land, there are far too many people even stronger than the “richest man.”
Those are the ones that need attention.
After much thought, Bernard moved forward, tapped on the keyboard, and personally sent a detailed email to the group’s board, explaining the situation thoroughly.
After the email was sent, he didn’t go to eat but sat in front of the computer, waiting for a response.
As expected.
Over half an hour after the email was sent, there was a reply from the distant head office.
“Chairman.”
Bernard sat upright, respect evident in his deanor.
The video screen revealed an elderly man with gray hair, wearing reading glasses, clearly visible in his pajamas.
Right.
It’s essential to know that the ti difference between East and West is nearly a full twelve hours.
This ans it was around dawn over there.
It shows why Disney is so successful, as the chairman still engages in work so late.
Of course.
It could also be that the matter is too significant and must be handled personally.
“Explain the whole situation again.”
Even though the email had already been as comprehensive as possible, Bernard promptly, patiently went through it all again upon hearing the command.
“Are you telling the truth in its entirety, without any exaggeration or omissions?”
“Chairman, my statent is entirely based on actual events, with no falsifications.”
Bernard steadfastly made his guarantee.
“He gave us two options: either reform or sell out and engage in malicious competition with us.”
In the video screen.
The Disney chairman adjusted his glasses, working tirelessly late into the night for the group at such an old age, truly.
Rather than calling it an option.
It’s more accurately called a choice.
Taking back all the equity would undoubtedly be a desired outco, but the price behind it is pushing the original partners to the opposing side, potentially leading to a relentless conflict.
The boastful richest man once claid Disney wouldn’t be profitable for twenty years at most.
But what that young man’s words imply is to expel them from Shen Zhou!
Due to ideological and social properties, in so aspects, Westerners are quite pragmatic, they don’t mock whether soone is bragging, instead, they either entirely disregard or carefully consider the possible consequences after assessing the strength that matches the target.
“Chairman, taking one or two hundred billion to compete with us in the ring might have an elent of exaggeration, but I believe he does have a large likelihood of targeting us…”
Bernard analyzed rationally, but barely finished before being interrupted.
“He’s not exaggerating. If we don’t cooperate, he will take action, just as he said.”
Bernard was stunned, staring at the old chairman in the video.
“Bernard, I need to update you with information; a new na was added to the blacklist not long ago, and it’s this young man nad Jiang Chen.”
Bernard was speechless.
He knew what the blacklist ant, of course.
As the na implies, it’s like a blacklist, listing unwelcod individuals worldwide.
Of course.
Those weak in ability are unnecessary to be rembered, hence admitting the weight and influence of these individuals, they’re described as “worthy adversaries.”
Nas of so national leaders are also recorded in the blacklist, which shows the list’s value.
At the sa ti.
Conversely.
Where there’s a “blacklist,” naturally there’s a “whitelist.”
The blacklist holds worthy adversaries, so the whitelist naturally contains friendly figures.
Coincidentally.
The whitelist also includes nas of certain world leaders.
After a pause, Bernard moved his lips.
“So… what should we do?”
It’s lucky he chose to report promptly.
Figures on the blacklist aren’t sothing he can handle.
The famous chairman in the world capital market sighed slightly, perhaps it was late at night, a bit weary, mingled with so helplessness.
“Ask him what his demands are, young people, hot-headed, we don’t need to accompany him to such profitless arenas.”
“…”
Bernard understood what he ant, hiding no signs, nodded strictly.
“Rest assured, I will handle it properly.”
The video screen cut off,
Bernard leaned back in the president’s chair, looking at the dark computer screen, eyes unfocused.
Every day, tens of thousands of tourists can indeed be treated as insignificant as ants, but similarly, on this land, there are people capable of making them bow low.
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