He was busy until late at night before returning home from the hospital. Han Xuan was so tired.

When Jason hugged Anya, who was sleeping, went upstairs, he helped the girl take off her coat and shoes, whispered good night, turned off the lights and went to sleep in the next bedroom.

Michael Jackson woke up halfway through the hospital. After going to the hospital for examination, the doctor told him that it was a transient coma caused by a concussion. He would stay in the hospital for one or two days to observe, and it would be fine.

It was obvious that the embarrassing look of the king. After all, this happened because of his grandson. The old man asked the reporters who were present today not to report this incident in newspapers and news programs.

I think apart from the inevitable rumor, regular newspapers should not go against his wishes...

past.

On the morning of December 24, 1994, Han Xuan was woken up by the biological clock at seven o'clock.

There was heating in the room. He got up and rubbed his nose, and when he fell asleep, he ran out of his respiratory tract. He called the general manager of the New York branch of Sos Supermarket to send a few humidifiers over.

When the other party heard that the boss was here, he said that the tone was also happy and hurriedly agreed.

When brushing teeth, I stood by the window, reached out to pull open the curtains, and the branches of the sycamore tree reached from the street to the window.

Cars shuttled through the streets, and the city was shrouded in the Christmas atmosphere, which was extremely lively.

Drivers knew that this was a residential area and they rarely honked their horns even if they were traffic jams, so they did not disturb the good dreams of people nearby.

The sky above Manhattan was covered with dark clouds, but no snowflakes fell down. Han Xuan was wearing a cow-style cotton pajamas, scratched his butt in a daze, and turned to the bathroom.

After taking a simple shower, dialed out a number with a new phone. I felt that the signal was not very good, so I pulled out the top antenna with my other hand.

After making the phone call, Han Xuan pushed open the door next door and looked at it. Anya was still sleeping and didn't wake her up. She closed the door and went downstairs in a low voice.

The old man was watching the morning news. A large group of wild Pikachus passed by the streets of Fifth Avenue. It seemed that they were broadcasting live.

Mr. Han knew about the issue of the grandson buying the peripheral distribution rights in Japan, but he didn't expect that he would use this method to promote it. It was funny that he picked up the coffee sent by the nanny and took a sip.

Han Xuan saw that many people were chasing Pikachus on the screen, sitting on the sofa and laughing: "The effect seems to be pretty good. I knew it would be implemented two days in advance. Now most parents have already bought Christmas gifts for their children.

Hasbro just put these on the shelves and missed the peak period. I plan to make people make them cartoons. The style in the United States is not suitable. It is asking employees who stay in Japan to help find animation companies."

“What gift do you want for Christmas?

I haven't bought it for you yet, remember to hang a sock on your head tonight."

Han Xuan was speechless and raised his head and rolled his eyes to his grandfather, "I want the gift, but I am not a child, so I don't believe in Santa Claus."

"It's so boring. Other people's stupid kids are so fun. Who is like you, like an old man."

The old man said, reaching out and picking up the information on the table to him, "I just read it. Why did you investigate Charles Koch's prenuptial agreement? Have you found the handle?"

"Well, I encountered it unexpectedly.

Charles Koch and David Koch hold a total of 84% of Koch Industries.

Almost half of them were forced to buy from their elder brother Frederick and the fourth brother Bill in 1983 for $1.1 billion, and are still in a lawsuit.

At that time, Charles had already married Isabelle Koch, and according to reason, part of the shares should belong to her."

Han Xuan said while changing the pre-marital agreement. Charles is very rich, but the woman's family is also rich.

This prenuptial agreement not only stipulates that there must be at least two children and divides the property status of the year, but does not mention terms, etc.

Generally, the man is unwilling to add this clause. At that time, only 2% of the rich would sign a pre-marital agreement, so although the two had an agreement, it was not as perfect as it would be in the future.

In the eyes of Han Xuan, a half-baked lawyer who teaches himself, all of them are loopholes, and now this has become a reason for his happiness.

The old man had a strange face: "People say that he would rather demolish ten temples than destroy a marriage.

And his wife must know what Charles had before, that if they don’t divorce, you won’t get any benefits.”

"Who said it was Charles?"

“…his wife?”

"Well, as long as you make things bigger and let everyone in the world know that with Charles' strong character, it is impossible to endure being cuckolded. He also wants to run for president.

I know this kind of thing is not authentic, but the benefits are too great.

This private company ranked third in the world is not listed and has huge cash flow and can even be compared with Sos Group. It can't find any opportunity to start."

Mr. Han knew Charles's wife, but he didn't expect that the elegant and intellectual woman would do such a thing.

After thinking about the benefits that can be gained from the oil and energy giant Cochin Industry by using the scandal, muttered: "Charles, like his younger brother, has a family genetic disease...prostate cancer."

"puff!"

Han Xuan laughed at this!

In this way, Mrs. Isabelle can make sense. She is at the age of a wolf and a tiger, and no one can stand it when she is alone in the empty room every day.

The lady's name is the same as Isabelle, which always makes him feel confused.

The old man continued: "My sos group market value is now ranked first among private enterprises in the world. Before convenience stores were opened, Koch Industries ranked second.

The company never publishes financial data and statements to the public. According to the information disclosed by the Standard & Poor's Rating Service Company in the first half of this year, the market value of Cochy Industry should be between 20 billion US dollars and 25 billion US dollars, with an amount of more than 38 billion US dollars.

It costs at least $4 billion if you want to eat the shares that belong to Isabelle.

This time, I guess I can make nearly 3 billion US dollars from Mexico, and I have to invest 2 billion to Snow Mountain Investment Company. Is there no money to acquire it?"

"Isn't you still there? When they return the principal of $700 million, they can squeeze out 2 billion working capital at that time.

Even if you don’t acquire all of them, you should be able to buy some shares. Nowadays, oil demand is increasing every year, and I think there is a lot of room for Koch Industries to increase its market value."

"These two brothers are all academic institutions and think tanks, and they have close ties with the Republican Party and are not easy to mess with."

"Do you want to miss this opportunity?" Han Xuan asked him in surprise.

The old man smiled and took a sip of coffee, saying, "I just said it was not easy to mess with, and it wasn't that I couldn't mess with it.

The Koch family acted too arrogantly and used the money they had in hand to manipulate the parliament to make profits for themselves.

Both parties, President Clinton and some oil giants, all saw that they were unhappy. Recently, they were as low-key as an invisible person, making a fortune in silence.

They dare not provoke me at this time, and as long as they are careful, they will not be able to find out on us.

Mercurto, who sent the information anonymously to News Corp. Other newspapers may not dare to publish it, but Mercurto and Charles' younger brother David Koch have a grudge and are eager to catch their handles.

By the way, you want to buy shares in the New York Times?"

"How do you know?" Han Xuan picked up Fat Ding, helped him comb his hair, turned his head and asked the old man.

“Because I want to buy it too”

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!