I cut reality into a movie

As Joel said, he glanced at everyone in the conference room with his old but sharp eyes, and after seeing that everyone looked normal, he nodded slightly and said: "I think everyone understands what will happen to the betrayer, and I will let the right person Going to do this, let's talk about EtLi-α0001."

Listening to the complicated numbers that suddenly came out of Joel's mouth, the board members present suddenly regained their spirits.

They had no feeling about killing Le En just now, but now there is light in their eyes—the light of desire for power.

Because what this complex number represents is the research on the immortal medicine of Sequence One, and behind the eternal medicine, it represents the chairman of the group who is hanging in the hospital with only one breath left.

Joel suddenly mentioned this drug research at this time, and it is self-evident what it means.

"The group has wasted too much time and money on the EtLi-α0001 project, and this project has been targeted by the Republicans in the FBI. This is unacceptable to our group."

"We can't take a risk that far exceeds its benefits for a project that has had no research results in the past ten years, so I propose to temporarily freeze the EtLi-α0001 project, and wait until the investigation turmoil is completely subsided, and then discuss related matters again."

Although Joel's remarks did not explicitly mention the chairman and the power struggle, all the board members present could hear it. This is the coup declaration.

Joel is coming up.

Taking advantage of the group's crisis, he is going to ascend to the supreme throne.

"Joel! What do you mean by this sentence? What does it mean to suspend the EtLi-α0001 project? Don't you know that father is waiting for the results of this project now!?"

There are traitors and traitors who want to usurp the throne, so naturally there must be loyal ministers and good generals to protect the lord.

Listening to Joel's declaration of usurping the throne, a member of the board of directors immediately refuted, and this person is his biological brother, there is no way, it is a family business, and none of the board members is related.

It is precisely because there are too many power struggles in this family that this family becomes cold-blooded and ruthless, and does not take blood relationship seriously at all.

"Jerry, of course I know my father is waiting for this project to come to fruition, and he has been waiting for ten years, but where is the result?"

Turning the pen on the conference table, Joel approached the microphone and said in a deep voice: "Also, I believe you have seen what happened to the EtLi-α0001 project recently."

"Three times!"

"We have worked hard three times for the human experiment data of this project! But we didn't get even a piece of data three times. Could this be God's warning to us, warning us mortals, never touch the taboo of eternal life."

Joel doesn't believe in God, but God is a good excuse for him, a good excuse for shutting up everyone in a Protestant country like the United States.

Even if this excuse is extremely far-fetched, as long as there is such an excuse, it can make the board members of the Joel faction stand upright.

"Uncle Jerry, I think Uncle Joel's words are very reasonable, we can't disobey God, it will bring unimaginable and terrible disaster to our whole family!"

"Betraying grandpa is a disaster for the whole family! We, the Oswell Group, can only rely on grandpa to support us today! How can you stop doing research related to grandpa's life!"

"Stopping a research that has no results at all is the true loyalty to the group! I think you people who keep throwing money into the bottomless pit are thinking of using grandpa as an excuse to make huge profits from it!"

"You fucking fart! I'll kill you, believe it or not!"

Around the immortality project, the entire central meeting room instantly split into two factions.

One faction is the Progressive faction headed by Joel. They want to end the rule of the old chairman as soon as possible and let the entire Oswell Group enter a new chapter.

The other faction is the conservative faction headed by Jerry. They also have no affection for the old chairman, but they are in a marginal position in the group at the moment. They need the banner of the old chairman to allow them to continue to develop.

The two factions were fighting to the death in the conference room, and when they were about to fight over this issue, they were interrupted by the sound of coughing from the audio system in the conference room.

"Cough cough cough cough! I'm not dead yet!"

The projection screen behind the chairman of the conference table suddenly lit up, and the old Oswell with an oxygen mask appeared in front of everyone: "Members of my board of directors, your chairman is not dead yet, so you shouldn't be in such a hurry, right?"

Without emphasizing his blood status, the old Oswell just mentioned his status as the chairman, which shows that this old man also knows what his children are.

However, although the old Oswell did not mention his blood status, the juniors in the meeting room should still call the father the father, and the grandfather the grandfather. At least the superficial respect is still necessary.

"Joel."

"Father."

"can not wait anymore?"

Faced with his father's ridicule, Joel shook his head again and again: "No, father, I just hope that the group will invest funds in more meaningful projects, not for a bottomless pit of illusory and dangerous FBI, I am all for the group future considerations."

"Well, what you said is very good. You are indeed considering the whole group."

Old Oswell nodded with a sneer, and then suddenly roared: "But don't forget! The whole group is mine! It's mine!"

"The whole group should serve me! Do you understand!"

"The research of Sequence One cannot be stopped! Even if the whole group is put on board, it cannot be stopped!"

When the old Oswell talked about the excitement, he sat up with his hands on the hospital bed, and glanced at everyone in the conference room with extremely oppressive eyes: "From today on, whoever dares to tell me to stop the project, I will Dare to stop his life, understand!?"

After finishing speaking, old Oswell took the initiative to turn off the live communication, and coughed frantically while leaning on the hospital bed alone.

Talking so much is already his limit. If he keeps talking, his weak and ugly appearance will be exposed to the eyes of those unworthy descendants.

"Chairman, are you alright?"

Looking at the old Oswell who was vomiting blood continuously under the severe cough, the confidant secretary beside him took the initiative to help him.

"No, I'm fine."

He raised his hand to stop the approaching secretary, and the old Oswell, who was going to be strong all his life, sat up again on the edge of the bed, and ordered: "You go to Sequence One, just say this is my order, I don't care where he does it. Even if the experiment is conducted in the New York City area, he must show me the experimental data next week!"

Facing the approaching death, old Oswell couldn't wait any longer. He was no longer involved in public opinion or FBI investigation.

Now he just wants to live!

Hold the power and wealth and survive forever!

While old Oswell was doing everything he could to save his life, in the central meeting room on the other side, Jerry, who had won a temporary victory, was looking at his own brother sarcastically:

"Joel, how does it feel to be scolded by your father after a long absence? Do you feel that you are much younger, and you even have a feeling of dreaming back to your childhood?"

"Jerry, are you too old and confused? When I was young, the idiot who always made my father angry was you, not me!"

Patting his brother on the shoulder, Joel sneered and said, "You only saw my father criticizing me today, but you didn't see that even though my father got so angry, he still didn't transfer my position."

"What does this mean?"

"It means that in my father's heart, the one who is really qualified to inherit the group is me, not you."

"Joel, maybe in his father's heart, he never thought of abdicating."

Raising his hand, he flicked the place that Joel just photographed, and Jerry retorted, "Joel, you have never been an heir, but your father thinks you are easy to use, so you are the CEO of the group."

"Just like what my father said just now, the Oswell Group belongs to my father, and only my father!"

Appreciating Joel's ugly face for a moment, Jerry picked up the crutches in his hand, and left the central conference room with seemingly limping but extremely brisk steps.

"asshole!"

"What an old bastard she is!"

Not knowing whether he was scolding his brother or his father, after a moment of cursing with his lips twitching, Joel picked up the phone from the table and dialed the number of the serial supervisor Bannon:

"Bannon, call the Sequence Five Conference Room."

Although today's plan to seize the throne failed, the work that should be done is still to be done. Joel, who has long regarded the Oswell Group as his own, will not allow Le En to become a court witness and talk wildly in court affect the business of the group.

He will kill this traitor as soon as possible.

Just use the group's most effective poison.

Ding dong, ding dong.

The metal ornaments hanging on the black belt, as Sequence Five took steps, continuously made crisp and clear crashing sounds.

The well-informed lady hacker, after entering the big meeting room, didn't talk nonsense, and walked directly across from Joel with a smile, and the corner of her mouth lightly smirked: "You want me to kill Le En?"

"In three days, I want to hear the news of Le En's natural death." Looking at the bling-bling punk outfit of Sequence Five, the old and conservative Joel only felt the corners of his eyes twitch.

He couldn't understand why this woman, who was a highly educated doctor, dressed like a street girl every day.

"Just kill him alone?"

Sequence Five's hoarse and charming voice, like Satan's whispering in his ear, instantly evoked a crazy idea in Joel's mind.

But soon, he suppressed this crazy idea, and turned to growl at Sequence Five: "Do your own thing well, don't ask about unnecessary things!"

Joel was teaching Sequence Five. Suddenly, his confidant secretary trot to his side and whispered in his ear:

"Sequence One received a direct order from the chairman, asking him to get the experimental data next week even if the experiment is carried out in the New York City area at all costs!"

Is the old man crazy?

Hearing the secretary's latest information, Joel opened his eyes wide and roared in his heart: How could he give such an idiot order!Did he feel that he was going to die, so he wanted to drag the whole group to be buried with him?

Joel couldn't accept the madness of his old father before he died, let alone dragging the whole group into the water.

I have to stop him!

I must stop this madman!

With the old father's sudden assist, and recalling the whisper of Sequence Five just now, a terrifying idea that only dared to dream when dreaming, quickly condensed in his heart.

"Sequence five."

"uh-huh."

Bending her eyes and curling up her mouth, the demon snake entrenched in the Garden of Eden spat out her dark purple snake letter: "Are you giving me any orders, Mr. Chairman?"

Gudong.

His throat was so dry that it was about to smoke. After swallowing hard, Joel said hoarsely, "Speaking of which, I haven't visited my father for a long time."

"Would you like me to go with you?"

"Well, we'll go when you come back from Leen's side."

Chapter 122 What kind of sin can be redeemed by the [-] million dollar indulgence note?

New York, Manhattan Island, No. 14th Street.

The sea breeze blowing from the New York Bay swayed Tifa's long black hair. She hooked her fingers around her temples to straighten her hair, then tilted her head and smiled at Luo Mengrou:

"Take me to a play?"

"Officer Tifa doesn't like the theater?"

"No, I like watching theater very much, especially this one, which you directed yourself."

The place where Tifa and Romon were located was an open-air restaurant on the top floor of the building, and across the street from this open-air restaurant was the Saga restaurant where Falco and other high-ranking Republicans held a celebration dinner.

It is a new restaurant that was listed on the Michelin list last year. Its biggest feature is the frameless glass curtain wall surrounding the entire restaurant.

While enjoying the delicious food, customers can perfectly browse the bustling [-]th Avenue, and then enjoy the unique sense of relaxation in the middle of the hustle and bustle.

But today, this fully transparent frameless glass curtain wall will become the best viewing screen for the two of Romon.

"Look, our actors are here."

Raising a single-mounted monitor earphone, Romon pointed to the well-dressed Falco and others in the Saga restaurant and smiled.

"Don't you have to play? I thought you would be one of the leading actors today."

After receiving the monitor earphones from Romon, Tifa stuffed them into her ears, and then heard the laughter of Falco and others in the Saga restaurant.

"Falco did invite me to play, but I hope to spend my life on more valuable things than fighting with those old white men."

"for example?"

"Such as being with Police Officer Tifa and going to the theater with her."

Romon walked to a dining table with a smile, and pulled out a chair for Tifa very gentlemanly: "What's more, even if I appear in this play tonight, it's just an insignificant supporting role, so no matter where I am Without being there, today’s show is just as exciting.”

"So, Director Luo has arranged everything behind the scenes?" Tifa glanced at Luo Meng with a smile, and sat on the chair.

"Arranging everything behind the scenes is the basic skill that every qualified director must master." Romon smiled confidently and sat on the chair opposite Tifa.

"Really, then I have to look forward to tonight's performance."

Just as Tifa rang the bell at the corner of the table and was about to greet the waiter to order food and watch a play, McConnell in the private room of the Saga restaurant asked a little strangely:

"Falco, why didn't I see James Bond? He won't be late for such an important dinner?"

Hearing the old boss suddenly mentioning Romon, the smile on Falco's face froze for a moment, thinking of that bastard low-level agent, who dared not give him face as the executive minister, and directly rejected the invitation to the dinner.

"Um………"

After pondering for a while, Falco said helplessly: "That guy Bond refused today's dinner on the grounds that his girlfriend's birthday is today, and he needs to maintain his love."

"He went to accompany the woman?"

Hearing that the reason why Romon dropped the dinner was to accompany the girl, the expression on McConnell's face suddenly became displeased: "Should I say that this kid is too young, or should I say that he doesn't understand human affairs?"

"Director, do you want me to call him?" Falco asked while holding up his mobile phone.