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The acquisition of a local TV station was considered big business in Belfast, but in reality it was just that.

Sean just acquired most of the shares. At a 100% premium, there was no need to negotiate any details.

What to talk about, what is there to talk about?

Of course, even if it is just a small business in Sean's eyes, the news of the equity changes cannot be hidden, especially when the Military Intelligence Agency is watching.

After all, the Military Intelligence Agency didn't really dare to closely monitor Sean. Sean controlled the media channels. If he was caught and entangled with something, he would be in trouble.

So the news was two days late.

…

"What did you say!" Major held his head in his hands in shock and looked at the secretary who came to report in shock. He couldn't believe what he heard.

This news is simply bad news for him!

Major thought that Sean had never invested in any industry in Europe, and the relationship with Da Ying was so tense, so he thought that Sean was just here for a show, to give Adams some support and add some trouble to them.

Who knows Sean actually bought a local TV station in Belfast!

Those kind of crappy local TV stations are actually of little value. They have small coverage and low influence. Advertisers from big brands will not look for them. Apart from having some influence in the local area, they really have no value.

They are all held by local people, and no equity transactions will occur for decades.

Just like those first- and second-level affiliated TV stations under New Century Media, Sean never thought of acquiring them, it was just a cooperative relationship.

But this matter is different in Belfast.

But when this local TV station gets Sean's support, it opens up an infinite information channel gap. Coupled with Adams's old rebel who suddenly changed his style, the final effect it will play... Major can't even imagine it.

!

Northern Ireland has truly become a ticking time bomb that could explode at any time.

It’s unclear how powerful it is, but it’s definitely enough to kill him, the Prime Minister!

"Damn it, is that guy crazy?" Major slammed his fist on the table and roared loudly: "Everything is over, why do you have to go against us!"

"What good will it do him if Northern Ireland makes trouble?"

"Crazy, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!"

Facing the furious Prime Minister, the secretary stepped aside silently without daring to say a word, but he was also scolding Sean in his heart.

They are all members of Major's team. If something bad happens to Major, no one will think about it.

After venting for a while, Major called over most of his team. The situation was urgent and there must be a countermeasure. Sean could not be allowed to run amok in Northern Ireland.

Major's heart couldn't bear it.

"Can you stop their transaction?" Major asked eagerly as soon as he came up.

"This... is basically impossible. If it is a large-scale acquisition plan of several billion dollars, we can also say that the transaction is stopped due to national security or tax issues, but now, he is only acquiring a part of the shares.

Investing in Belfast, this kind of investment..." said the head of the Business, Innovation and Technology Department of the Cabinet Office with a confused look on his face.

"Can that be a barrier?" Major continued.

The minister in charge of publicity in the general office said in a low voice: "Sir, it is okay to set up obstacles, but that guy will always find his own trouble. Once we set up obstacles, you can imagine... He is an investment. If so, it will have a negative impact on the current economy."

The situation is a heavy blow."

Needless to say, Sean will make a fuss through the media and make it known to everyone around the world.

"Damn it!" Major gritted his teeth. For people like Sean, he really felt that he had nowhere to turn.

"What about you? What do you think?" Major looked at the head of the Northern Ireland Department.

"Once he completes the control and connects the information platform to the coverage of New Century Media, its propaganda capabilities will increase exponentially. In this case, if he must support Sinn Féin, it will be very detrimental to us.

."like

The person in charge of the Irish Affairs Department said with a livid face.

"Sir, I think we should talk to him." The Minister of the Interior suddenly raised his head and said, "I don't believe he really went out to acquire that TV station just to cause trouble for us. He must have something to do with it.

beg."

Major raised his eyebrows, it was possible for a psycho like Sean to do such a thing.

Besides, he doesn’t want to negotiate!

He had secretly laughed at the Iron Lady in the party before, but now it is so embarrassing!

But things often do not change based on personal will, even if he is leading the British Prime Minister.

…

"The British Prime Minister's Office has sent an invitation to invite you for a business visit." Lorraine walked over and said.

"Hey, do you think I should go or not?" Sean grabbed Lorraine's little hand and started playing with it.

"It's up to you. It has nothing to do with me." Lorraine rolled her eyes.

"Then tell them... Okay, I can adjust the time and say that I'm going to South Africa soon and wait a few months." There was a hint of curvature at the corner of Sean's mouth.

…

"What does he mean? What does he want to do?" Major became angry again after receiving the reply, but this time his voice was trembling.

Shaun is going to South Africa?

Dai Ying has been setting up in South Africa for so long. If Sean, the bad guy, goes away, something might happen again.

But you must not!

The scope of the United States' power is in South America and the Middle East. Africa has always been the traditional sphere of influence of Europeans.

Among them, France's sphere of influence is in West Africa and Central Africa.

Because Britain controls the Suez Canal, its sphere of influence extends to southern and eastern Africa.

After World War II, European countries have been very vigilant and have united to defend themselves to the death, fearing that the United States will extend its hand.

The United States has also been doing things behind the scenes in recent years. For example, it began to promote the idea of ​​national independence after World War I, and it began to support the independence of the Moroccan royal family decades ago.

It is precisely because the United States propagandizes, secretly supports, and secretly transports weapons and equipment to African countries that it causes frequent turmoil in the colonies.

This resulted in countries such as Britain and France having to compromise and begin to actively withdraw from Africa and support the independence of African colonies.

It is better to turn passivity into initiative than to really let the colonial countries completely overthrow them with the support of the United States.

Be prepared and planned to withdraw, support agents, and retain their local influence.

Including the crazy praise of Mandela, it is not just because of political correctness. The issue of human rights in this era has not been as crazy as it was 30 years later. It is said that the United States did not pretend to have a hand in pushing Mandela to power.

I don't even fucking believe this idea.

Now that Sean has stated that he is going to South Africa, it means that the focus of the umbrella will shift.

In fact, what Major is afraid of is not that Sean will go to South Africa to cause trouble. South Africa's military force is still very strong, not weaker than Belgium, Spain and the like, and the protective umbrella does not have much deterrence there.

What Major is really afraid of is that the umbrella will go to several surrounding countries, which will cause big trouble!

As we all know, the British Empire was an island country with few resources. Europe itself was also very resource-poor and relied entirely on minerals from Africa.

This is why Europe desperately protects Africa.

But now, there is a hungry wolf next door!

At this point, Major couldn't sit still anymore and had no choice but to call Sean in person.

…

"Prime Minister Major's phone number." Lorraine walked over and said softly.

Sean laughed silently, pulled Lorraine to his side, hugged him with one hand, and took the phone with the other hand, "Hello, dear Prime Minister Major."

Feeling Sean's hands moving up and down her body, Lorraine's body tensed and she immediately began to struggle.

Sean grabbed the phone and gestured. The meaning was obvious. He was on the phone with the British Prime Minister. It was business, so don't make trouble!

Lorraine stiffened, glared angrily, and then she stopped struggling.

"Mr. Sean, I'm taking the liberty to call you..." Prime Minister Major said with a smile, his voice full of kindness.

It was as if he was the one who was yelling angrily before.

The two exchanged some unconscionable pleasantries and compliments, and then Major extended an invitation, "We welcome Mr. Sean's willingness to invest in the UK. Britain and the United States have always been the closest allies in international affairs. We have indeed done so before.

There are some frictions. In my opinion, they are all misunderstandings caused by poor communication. I wonder if Mr. Sean has time to visit London soon. I would like to communicate with you Sean on economic issues."

"Prime Minister Major personally invited me. Even if I don't have time, I have to make time. The day after tomorrow." Sean agreed with a smile.

Talking and laughing, the matter was settled.

After hanging up the phone, Lorraine punched Sean hard, blushed, got up and ran away with her legs crossed.

…

The last time Sean came to London was...

The people who have been treating Sean haven't changed at all. The staff of No. 10 Downing Street have been in office much longer than the Prime Minister or whatever.

Sean kept a low profile this time, and the British media didn't even know about it, so he arrived quietly.

At the gate, Prime Minister Major personally greeted, met, shook hands, and took photos. After completing a set of procedures, he entered the Prime Minister's Office.

Learning from some rumors, it was public that Sean had a bad temper. After letting his secretary serve black tea, there were only two people left in the office.

Private meeting!

"Sean, I don't think it is a good idea for you to acquire Ulster TV. The territory of Northern Ireland is an integral part of the Great Britain Empire. This will cause serious harm to the relationship between the United Kingdom and the United States." Major's tone was full of displeasure.

, he was holding back his anger.

Sean crossed his legs, took a sip of black tea, and then looked up at Major, "You're teaching me how to do things."

"You!" Major's face froze. As the Prime Minister, it felt terrible to be criticized so harshly. He said with a dark face: "You are provoking the Great Empire, the people of the Great Empire..."

"Come on, it was *** who provoked me first. Are you suffering from Alzheimer's disease and forgetting what you have done?" Sean put down his foot, pointed at Major's nose and cursed, "I just bought it."

What can you do?"

Sean sneered, "Can you tell me about the friendship between the two countries? Besides, the next election is not far away, and I don't know if you can still secure the position of prime minister."

"Even if you are really re-elected, so what? How long can you be re-elected? And I, Sean Rockefeller, will always have money, and my influence will only increase, not decrease."

"You are pretending to be your mother here with me!"

"You, you, you, you are vulgar!" Major's face was ashen, veins popped out, and he glared at Sean fiercely.

"I just like the way you hate me but can't kill me!" Sean narrowed his eyes and said slowly.

Huh, huh, huh, Major breathed heavily and was speechless for a long time.

"Tell me, Sean, what do you want?" Major said with a dull look on his face and no emotion in his voice, "Let's be honest, why did you come to England? What do you want from me?"

"I suddenly don't want to talk to you anymore." Sean leaned over and looked at Major, "I think your head is a little hot right now and you need something to calm you down."

"Don't worry, I believe you will calm down by this time next year." Sean stood up and walked out.

Major's expression changed. This time next year will be the time for the British Prime Minister's election.

Obviously, Sean was threatening him and would cause trouble for him during the election.

Major's expression kept changing. He didn't know how influential Sean was, but this was bad news after all, but he couldn't lose face.

In the late 1980s and early 1990s, Britain's decline became more and more obvious, but all classes in the UK were unwilling to accept this reality and still regarded themselves as the world's first-class country.

The darker it gets, the more arrogant they become, as if this will allow them to maintain their current status.

Major carried it several times

His hands and butt were off the chair, but until Sean opened the door, he still didn't cry out to stay.

Sean looked back, sneered, and walked out.

"Bang" the door closed, and Major's heart beat hard. He raised his hand to rub his eyebrows. He was angry, regretful, lucky, physically and mentally exhausted, and didn't want to say a word.

Sean came out of the Prime Minister's Office alone, which surprised the people outside. They all stared blankly. It wasn't until Sean walked out that anyone thought of opening the door and taking a look.

Major lowered his head and waved his hand to drive the person away.

…

Depart from Downing Street and check in at the hotel you have booked.

The plan went a little awry, and the British Prime Ministers all had very harsh words.

But it doesn't matter. Whether he can get Major's support or not, the impact is actually not that big. What's more, from Sean's point of view, it is nothing more than a reversal of the order of things.

Sooner or later he would have Major come to beg him in person.

In the hotel room, Sean picked up a document with an introduction from Arsenal chairman Peter Hillwood.

In 1926, Peter Hillwood's grandfather, Samuel Hillwood, was already the chairman of Arsenal Club. After Samuel retired, he became Peter Hillwood's father.

his father

A young fat man wearing a scarf did not sit still, but stood in front of the railing, holding the railing with both hands, leaning forward and staring at the court carefully.

There was a woman standing next to him, and she seemed very excited.

The woman walked over and said something to the fat man. The fat man turned around and looked back in surprise, and saw Sean at the door.

He looked back at the stadium again, shook his head reluctantly, grabbed the female companion next to him, and turned around to enter the box.

The box is well sealed and soundproofed, and the sound is not noisy except when the door is opened and closed.

"Mr. Rockefeller, nice to meet you, I'm Smith." The young fat man came over, smiled, shook Sean's hand, and welcomed him in.

"Just call me Sean. My friends all call me that. It seems I came at the wrong time. Can I be lucky enough to watch an Arsenal game with Mr. Smith?" Sean said with a smile.

"Mr. Sean also understands football?" Smith blurted out with a look of surprise on his face. It didn't feel right until he said it, so he immediately went back to make up for it, "Oh, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. It's just that, well, most people in the United States seem to watch American football.

"

"Maybe I'm a different person." Sean smiled, who wouldn't watch the World Cup?

(PS: Argentina mistook me! Shady story, shady story! Everyone in the Shah must have taken medicine. Damn it, is the Argentinian goalkeeper an undercover agent?)

Smith raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't believe it, there was still an expression of surprise on his face. After introducing his female companion to Sean, he warmly invited Sean to join him in the front viewing area.

As soon as he entered this place, Sean was shaken by the loudness of the stadium and raised his neck. Good guy, this is noisier than the New York Knicks Stadium!

It can only be said that watching the scene is indeed different from watching TV. After a while, Sean became excited by the atmosphere of the scene.

The football skills and tactics at this time were not as gorgeous as those developed in later generations, let alone the elegant gunners. The arsenal people at this time were rough, brutal, and fierce!

Overall, in the years since the English were banned from participating in the European League, their skills and tactics have become even more backward and rougher.

The football is flying in the sky for most of the time during long passes and lobs. When the players compete for it, their movements are very big, their attacks are ruthless, they make many small moves, they fly for tackles, they fly for kicks, and if they don't understand, they face each other and start spraying each other.

Every time this happens, the more than 20,000 home team fans in the audience will boo the visiting team, with the sound reaching over 120 decibels.

Whenever the referee makes a slightly unfavorable decision for Arsenal, the entire audience will roar with anger. Whenever there is a favorable penalty, the entire audience cheers. This atmosphere is indeed too high-spirited.

Sean also admires those visiting team players below, they are really reviled by thousands of people!

"Oh!"

"Shit!"

"Fake!"

After watching a football game, Sean was surprised to find that just by swearing, his voice became hoarse!

But watching a game is really a relief!

No wonder so many people like to watch the game live. After most of the game, all the anger he had caused by Major's asshole was vented.

This is more stress-relieving than a woman!

Of course, this is if the team you bought wins.

Buy a football for an unpopular, buy a luxury car to drive in, buy a football backwards, buy a villa next to the sea, occasionally buy a draw, drive a Bugatti, place big bets on an unpopular, surpass the demolished households, buy a football for a strong team, queue up on the rooftop...

After returning to the box and placing the drinks on the table, Sean realized as soon as he spoke that Smith was indeed an old fan, and even after shouting, nothing happened.

After pouring the wine and holding a glass, Smith said: "I was very surprised. I didn't think so when you said you could understand the ball just now. I didn't expect it to be true. It's hard to imagine how this could happen in the United States.

There are football fans."

Sean laughed, "It's precisely because I'm a fan that I came here and found you Smith."

"Looking for me? What does this have to do with me?"

"It's time to reveal my identity as an Arsenal fan of 30 years!"

Sean said seriously: "I want to buy your Arsenal shares from Smith."

"Ah?" Smith was stunned for a moment, then his face changed drastically, he frowned tightly, and said in a cold tone: "That's impossible, absolutely impossible."

"Since the day Arsenal was founded, our Smith family has been fans of Arsenal, and has been a shareholder of Arsenal since my grandfather. The Smith family is honored to be a shareholder of Arsenal!"

"There is absolutely no way we are going to sell our shares in Arsenal!"

They belong to century-old fans at every turn. This thing is really bluffing.

"Ten million!" Sean raised a finger.

"Ahem, pounds?" Smith held the dining table with both hands, and his expression instantly changed from cold to surprised.

"Dollars!" A smile bloomed on Sean's face, "Does this prove my identity as an Arsenal fan for thirty years?"

"This..." Smith looked embarrassed. In the UK, the identity of a team owner is not only a commercial value, but also a status symbol.

Smith was really reluctant to part with him, but Sean gave him too much!