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"Mike, have you got your side sorted out? I've settled things with my three, and they've signed commitment letters, unconditionally supporting us at the shareholders' meeting." At ten o'clock in the evening, Habakkuk Andrew called Mike.

"Rest assured, Andrew, once the money's in place, they'll naturally agree. I've got my three sorted out too!" Mike said to Habakkuk Andrew, lying on the sofa at home, holding the phone.

Behind him, a curvy and sexy black maid was giving him a massage.

The reason he hired a black maid was simply for the sake of cheapness.

Besides, once the lights are off, in Mike's opinion, black and white are the same.

"Since that's the case, I can rest assured. Since he's delivered the invitation to the shareholders' meeting right to our doorstep, let's face him head-on tomorrow and see what tricks he can pull off?" Habakkuk Andrew said confidently.

These six minority shareholders have already signed commitment letters and cannot possibly go back on their word.

Therefore, Habakkuk Andrew no longer took Su Cheng seriously.

"An outsider, trying to seize the empire I've worked so hard to build, what a joke!" Habakkuk Andrew said to himself, putting down the phone.

… …

The next morning, Su Cheng got up early.

He went to bed early last night, so after getting up, Su Cheng felt refreshed.

He checked the time, it was only half-past six in the morning.

Su Cheng directly called the hotel front desk and asked them to send up two breakfasts on a trolley.

One was for himself, and the other, naturally, was for Zhang Qizheng.

After washing up, the breakfast trolley had already arrived at the door.

After asking the waiter to send a breakfast into the room, Su Cheng also knocked on Zhang Qizheng's door.

The shareholders' meeting was at eight o'clock in the morning, so naturally, he had to prepare early.

As soon as Su Cheng knocked, Zhang Qizheng opened the door.

"I asked the waiter to send breakfast up. I ordered one for you too, I'll have her send it in for you." Seeing Zhang Qizheng, Su Cheng said with a smile.

"Thank you, Boss, you're very considerate." Zhang Qizheng nodded, then let the waiter push the trolley into his room.

After breakfast, Su Cheng read the newspaper for a while.

Today was October 13th.

There was a lot of international news in the newspaper.

For example, the Los Angeles Morning Post in Su Cheng's hand had a special column on the Persian Civil War.

According to the news, the ongoing strikes and demonstrations had already paralyzed the entire country. Guerrillas and rebels had fought several wars with the Shah's army, with both sides having victories and defeats.

In the short term, the Pahlavi dynasty, supported by the United States, had an absolute advantage.

But Su Cheng knew that these were all illusions.

Because according to Xiao Ai's perspective from another world's development, Shah Mohammad Reza Pahlavi, the monarch of the Pahlavi dynasty, would flee Persia in three months.

Although Su Cheng had interfered with the direction of international oil prices, the situation in Persia had nothing to do with him.

Therefore, the history of Persia would still follow its original trajectory.

Below the Persia column, there was a report on oil prices.

As of yesterday, October 12th, international oil prices had risen to $21.65 per barrel.

This price was a full $10 higher than when Su Cheng initially bought the crude oil.

If Su Cheng sold all of his crude oil at this price, not counting shipping costs, his 170 million barrels of crude oil could earn him $1.7 billion!

The turmoil in Persia, leading to the cessation of oil supply to the outside world, was the main factor in this international oil price increase, and Su Cheng's large-scale purchase of international crude oil in advance also fueled this price increase.

However, Su Cheng was certainly not satisfied with this price.

But for Su Cheng, this money was far from enough to satisfy his ambition.

Calculating the time, all the crude oil should be ready to return to Hong Kong, right?

Just as Su Cheng was thinking about the crude oil, there was a knock on the door.

Su Cheng put down the newspaper, stood up, walked to the door and opened it. Zhang Qizheng was standing outside.

"Boss, it's almost time, we should get ready to leave." Zhang Qizheng said.

Su Cheng looked at the time, it was already half-past seven in the morning.

"Have you notified the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) and the anti-corruption department of the Department of Justice?" Su Cheng asked.

"I called them both just before leaving, but there were only people on duty on both sides, because it wasn't time for work yet. The people on duty have recorded everything, and they replied that after work starts, which is at nine o'clock in the morning, they will arrange for people to come to the Nami Entertainment Company headquarters to investigate." Zhang Qizheng replied.

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"Okay, Uncle Zhang, call all the bodyguards, I'll get ready and come out." Su Cheng nodded and said to Zhang Qizheng.

"Okay, Boss!"

Back in the room, Su Cheng simply combed his hair and straightened his clothes before walking out of the room again.

Outside the door, all the bodyguards had already arrived.

"Let's go!" Su Cheng said to them.

Everyone got into the car and headed straight to the Nami Entertainment Company headquarters building a few hundred meters away.

After arriving at the Nami Entertainment Company headquarters, perhaps because Habakkuk Andrew had absolute confidence, the security guards did not stop Su Cheng and others today, but the bodyguards were not allowed to enter.

After discussion, they finally agreed to let two bodyguards follow them in, and the rest could only stay outside the company.

Su Cheng asked the remaining bodyguards to stay near the building, so that they could provide support at any time if anything dangerous happened.

After that, he took Zhang Qizheng and two bodyguards into the building.

"Mr. Su, we meet again." At this time, Mike walked over and said with a smile.

This Mike, in his early thirties, looked a bit like a hoodlum.

"Hello, Mr. Mike!" Su Cheng nodded.

After that, they took the elevator together to the third floor of the building.

The company's meeting room was right here.

When Su Cheng walked in, Habakkuk Andrew and others had not yet arrived.

The other six shareholders had already arrived.

It seemed that Habakkuk Andrew was planning to give Su Cheng a hard time.

Because without him, the chairman, the meeting could not be held at all.

It was not until about half-past eight in the morning that Habakkuk Andrew arrived late, and all the participants were finally present.

As for Su Cheng's two bodyguards, they did not follow in, but guarded outside the meeting room.

That is to say, at this shareholder meeting, apart from an office secretary in charge of meeting minutes, a total of 10 people participated.

Zhang Qizheng followed Su Cheng and sat in the seat next door. Habakkuk Andrew didn't say much, because he felt that Su Cheng couldn't make any big waves at this meeting.

After everyone was seated, Habakkuk Andrew, as the chairman, directly served as the host: "At Mr. Su's request, we are holding a shareholders' meeting today. Mr. Su, if you have anything to say, please do so."