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News Corporation.

At this moment, Murdoch was pacing back and forth in his office, occasionally glancing at his watch, a clear sign of his inner turmoil.

Just then, the sound of the telephone ringing instantly tensed his expression. He immediately picked it up and pressed the answer button, "How did it go, Mr. Henrietta?"

"Listen, Murdoch..."

Five or six minutes later, as Murdoch listened in silence, he became completely stunned until a reminder from the other end of the line snapped him back to reality, and he cried out, "Mr. Henrietta, you should know how important News Corporation is to us. How can you ask me to destroy it?"

Indeed, Henrietta had just announced the final plan on the phone, a plan that Murdoch could not accept under any circumstances.

"I don't want to either, Murdoch, but at this point, there is no other way. It's better to destroy it than to let it fall into the hands of David and those Angsa people."

"No, sir, there must be another way. Let's think!"

"Do you know why the FBI releases a little 'material' every day instead of all at once? It's because they want to slowly eat away at the control of your group. Once they have finished their work, we will be too late to act. We don't have time now; do as I told you, Murdoch. This is about the interests of our entire group; we need to think of the bigger picture!"

"But..."

"Enough!"

Before Murdoch could continue, Henrietta cut him off sharply. Then he continued, "I know this group is your life's work, but there's no other choice, Murdoch. You're already 90 years old; it's time to retire peacefully. There's no need to wade into these troubled waters anymore. Do as the group dictates, that's it."

Listening to the 'beep beep' sound from the phone, Murdoch's gaze became hollow. The thought of destroying his own group was as heart-wrenching as being asked to kill his own son.

But that wasn't what troubled him the most.

What troubled him the most was that his current reputation and status were all built on the foundation of News Corporation.

Once the group was gone, even though he would still be a rich man, at his level money was not the most important thing. For him now, the most important thing was status, the most important was the flattery and adulation of those around him.
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But once he lost the group, not to mention the people inside the corporation, even those outside who usually fawned over him might treat him like air.

He could not accept that!

"Since you have no solution, I will solve it my own way!"

After a struggle, Murdoch seemed to have made a decision. He immediately called his secretary in and gave a few instructions.

Seven or eight minutes later, the secretary came in and placed a small card in front of Murdoch. He immediately picked up the phone and dialed the number on it.

...

Los Angeles IRS.

"Director David, things are going smoothly on our end. If you could add more fuel to the fire, taking over the Wall Street Journal and its controlling company should be no problem."

"Director David, we must also thank you for the capital you've introduced to us... we won't have a problem over here either..."

"Once the FBI directly announces the charges, Murdoch and his associates will definitely have to step down. Then, by diluting their shares, we'll be able to take over!"

In the director's office, David was staring at the computer's large screen. On the screen, John Aaron, Ted Turner, and Sally were excitedly reporting the situation.

"Very well... I have a call. Let's leave it at that. You all carry on!"

David ended the video call. He picked up his phone and saw an unfamiliar number, then immediately answered, "Who is this?"

"This is Murdoch, from News Corporation."

Upon hearing the self-introduction, David was also stunned for a moment.

Officially, the FBI was investigating News Corporation, but the Freemasons were sure to know that he was behind it.

In other words, the two sides were already at war. What could this old man want by calling him now?

Could he be seeking peace?

With some confusion, he responded, "Oh, Mr. Murdoch, what is the matter?"

"It's like this, Director David, I think there has been some misunderstanding..."

"Misunderstanding? Mr. Murdoch, where do you start with that?"

David had already figured it out; this old man probably couldn't hold out anymore and now wanted to negotiate with him.

"The previous criticisms from our group against your promotion, Director David... I've looked into it, and it was all Marion, that bastard, acting on his own initiative. Rest assured, Director David, I've already sent him packing!"

"No matter how your group critiqued me, I respect the freedom of the press and don't interfere too much. As for the personnel changes in your group... I don't think Mr. Murdoch, you need to notify me!"

Hearing David's ungrateful words, Murdoch's mouth twitched. But remembering what Henrietta had ordered him to do, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and say, "Let's not beat around the bush, Director David. I know the FBI investigation must be related to you. Just call off their investigation, and I promise that from now on, my group and I will not slander you!"

"What do you mean? I am the Director of the Los Angeles IRS. The FBI's investigation into your group has nothing to do with me. I have no authority over the FBI. Mr. Murdoch, please don't speak recklessly."