Torre, the co-pilot, didn't seem to see anything. He just picked up the intercom with an expressionless face and said, "Let's go, Peninsula Hotel!"

"Why are you looking for me?" Lorraine said with a straight face, as if she didn't feel Sean holding her hand.

"Find me a team of accountants." Sean said while playing with it: "Tell me, has this old guy Armstrong ever embezzled my money?"

"You want to check the accounts? How do I know?" Lorraine didn't even mean to defend her old boss.

"Then let's start with the consulting company." Sean thought for a while and asked, "By the way, how many people are there in the consulting company?"

"Originally, there were 30 professional team members. Later, some non-professional talents were recruited as low-confidential level managers, plus some public personnel who were responsible for collecting, sorting, and classifying information. The company now has 117 people." Lorraine thought for a while and said:

"It's not easy to check. There are many activity expenses involved in intelligence collection, which cannot be clearly recorded in the accounts."

"I understand. There are levels of activity funding. If it doesn't exceed the quota, there will be no problem." Sean smiled and said: "First come from the intelligence consulting company, and then investigate each company. During this period, I will assign a security team to provide 24-hour protection.

Let the intelligence team cooperate with the investigation, and the police station and bank will also cooperate to conduct a thorough investigation."

Lorraine thought for a while and asked: "Then have you thought about how to deal with them? I don't recommend that you use too extreme methods."

"The noise of this review will not be small, and many people will pay attention. This is not something that can be kept secret." Lorraine looked into Sean's eyes and said.

"Haha, it sounds like I'm some kind of bad guy." Sean chuckled, but he didn't say anything about his specific plans.

Lorraine did not ask any more questions, but changed the topic and asked: "Should the team directly hire an existing accounting firm, or form a team of its own?"

"What do you think."

"Hire an accounting firm. We don't have mature auditing experience. If we hire a team rashly, the results will be terrible."

"Okay then, you pick a suitable one and tell them my requirements."

"Um."

In just a few minutes on the road, a big bloody net came down.

If you take mine, return it to me; if you eat mine, spit it out!

Back at the Peninsula Hotel, Lorraine saw Le Huizhen standing there as soon as she entered the door.

Lorraine instantly recognized that this was the little reporter.

As a woman, Le Huizhen could clearly feel the chill radiating from Lorraine's body.

"Hello, Miss Lorraine." Le Huizhen was very nervous. She felt like she was caught stealing from a man. She was so nervous that she exploded.

Lorraine's expression didn't change at all, she just nodded to Le Huizhen, turned around, and 'accidentally' stepped on Sean's foot, lightly, lightly, crushed!!

Sean's facial features were distorted, and he hugged his feet and shouted: "Smelly bitch, oh oh oh, it hurts, it hurts!"

Lorraine seemed not to hear it and walked towards her room with steps.

"Darling." Le Huizhen hurried over to support Sean and looked at Lorraine's back, "She, she is so fierce."

"She used to be an agent of MI6. She is used to this expression. She is actually very nice." Sean put a hand on Le Huizhen's shoulder and limped towards the sofa.

"MI6?! Special agent!!" Le Huizhen was startled. For people in Hong Kong, MI6 is obviously more prestigious than the CIA.

The small gap in Lorraine's room door was carefully closed. With a smile on her lips, she hummed softly and began to take off her clothes. After a long day of flying, she wanted to take a good bath.

During dinner in the evening, Sean asked: "Lorraine, is there anything happy that happened in the United States during this time? Let me tell you."

Lorraine had a strange expression on her face. She wanted to laugh, but she was holding it back, "The happy thing is that the TV station has started collecting the songs you requested. The media circle is in chaos."

"Haha, tell me, how did they do it?" Sean suddenly became interested.

"From New York to Los Angeles, from the West Coast to the East Coast, plus those watching the live broadcast, in one day, everyone in the United States knows that you are soliciting songs that satirize Murdoch..." Lorraine said with a smile on her lips.

"Hahaha, Murdoch will definitely thank me. I made him famous across the United States overnight!" Sean laughed and said, "I think the TV station must be very busy now."

For the 100,000 bounty, especially those black guys, any one you catch can sing a few lines.

The TV station is going crazy, receiving thousands of recordings every day when it is low, and more than 10,000 boxes a day when it is high.

Just listening to these songs requires countless hands!

Pete Chernin was smart enough to treat this as a preview for "America's Got Talent."

Murdoch looked at the TV replay with a livid face, his whole body trembling as if he was going to faint at any moment.

After sweeping away his image of a gentleman, Murdoch pointed at the TV and cursed loudly and continuously, "Shameless, despicable, despicable bastard, this bastard, damn it, Fake, Fake, Fake!"

"Sue him and take him to court. He is violating my reputation!" Murdoch shouted angrily, staring at his lawyer with his eyes fixed on him.

"Sir, I'm sorry." The lawyer was forced to speak, "What we are talking about here is 'collecting a song dedicated to the rumormonger Rupert Murdoch.' Without using words such as insults or sarcasm, it will be difficult for us to achieve any results.

"

"Farke, Farke, are you fucking blind? Isn't it ironic that he called me a rumor maker?" Murdoch was so angry that this is how you view me.

"Uh..." the lawyer choked, "Okay, I understand!"

Rumor-mongering in the legal sense refers to the serious act of deliberately fabricating and spreading fictitious facts that are enough to demean the personality of others and destroy the reputation of others.

"Aren't you afraid of that guy Murdoch suing you?" Locke made Sean laugh so wildly that he couldn't help but hit him.

"What are you afraid of?" Sean waved his hand indifferently. "Strictly speaking, the TV station did infringe on Murdoch's reputation. It was News Group's newspapers that spread the rumors, not Murdoch himself. But the problem is, this thing

It’s so unreal that it’s almost impossible to give an accurate definition, and the result is a verbal spat between lawyers on both sides, which ultimately ends in nothing.”

"It doesn't matter if you file a lawsuit. The longer it takes, the better the news will be. All you have to do is pay for the advertising fees!"

"If it really works, Murdoch's News Corp. has spread countless rumors, and he is not bankrupt." Sean sneered, "Even if the court finally rules, it will be nothing more than an apology published in the newspaper."

"As for songs and artists, how can it be called a crime?"

"But as long as the song is still there, Murdoch's name will always be stinky!" Sean sneered, "Damn it, let this old boy trip me up, and treat me like he's nothing if he offends me, ha!"

Lorraine rolled her eyes and said, "Okay, you've knocked all the teeth out!"

"I was fighting on behalf of those who were injured by his rumors. It was an iron fist of justice!" Sean waved his arm.

"Okay, okay, you are always right. Poor Murdoch." Lorraine shook her head and observed three seconds of silence for Murdoch.

Well, no more.

Starting from the next day, this matter was discussed on major television stations and newspapers across the United States.

Some people criticized Sean for being too stingy and too vindictive.

Some people praised Sean for his courage in doing things, his courage in thinking, and his courage in doing things!

Some people scolded Sean for treating an old man like this, which was not a gentleman at all.

Some people praised Sean for not being hypocritical or pretentious, and being real enough!

Some people scolded Sean for having a bad character, and he should stay away from such people.

The New Century Group is in a frantic confrontation with the Rupert Murdoch Group, and other media outlets are quick to comment and take sides.

In a new round of war of words, News Group's newspaper sales have increased significantly, and the number of users in the New Century has also increased rapidly!

Sean is very happy.

Murdoch...is angry.

In Murdoch's eyes, Sean is like a disgusting leech that sucks him and won't come off.

He only likes to spread rumors about others and make newspapers under his name sell well. He doesn't like to use his reputation to promote the sales of some shit.

What's more, no matter what, Sean is taking advantage!

The TV network lasts for a year after being launched, and the probability of continuing to be launched is very high. Although newspapers are also subscription-based, their sales are not stable!

No, the progress of acquiring TV stations must be accelerated!

Even if it means spending more money...

Damn Sean!!

…

After staying in Hong Kong Island for another day, Sean took Le Huizhen by plane back to Sri Lanka.

Hong Kong Island is a famous financial city, and there is no shortage of well-known accounting firms here.

Considering that a large proportion of the firm is Chinese and it cannot have anything to do with the U.S. side, we finally decided to hire people here to conduct this audit.

Therefore, Lorraine stayed in Hong Kong Island temporarily.

Lorraine:(*Van′*)?

…

"Tsk, tsk, this Apache is so beautiful!" Sean stood under the brand-new Apache and reached out to gently touch the fuselage.

Such a smooth feel!

These burr-free rivets!

Such a compact body!

This thick and long barrel!

This rocket launcher nest!
To be continued...