America 1982-Chapter 574 - 122: Sacrifice_4
Schlaefer laughed when he heard Tommy’s defense, "Of course, kid, everything is God’s arrangement. Murdoch’s private legal advisor has now been replaced by Frank Antmayr from an American legal dynasty. Indeed, it’s a relief to everyone compared to Cohen. If you need legal support, my firm should now be brave enough not to be scared off."
"Tommy, let’s talk about what kind of help you need." Pete Binns, the Jew, was more serious and practical than Schlaefer and rarely wasted time on jokes. Seeing Schlaefer and Tommy, the two Germans, still prepared to continue discussing Roy Cohen’s ass, he took the initiative to interrupt their banter.
Tommy didn’t rush to speak but turned his head first to look at the doorway. Through the glass, he could see Page guarding the conference room door, and Sophia had already left to be busy with other work, with no one else around:
"Next, I plan to launch an attack on Murdoch, riding the tide of the government-driven campaign. I’ve made some preparations for this. We’re all aware that if I attack Murdoch, there will certainly be politicians who have cashed Murdoch’s checks jumping out to speak for him. Whether from the Republican or the Democratic Party, there is a large number who have taken his money. My investigation has shown everyone from the President down to the mayor—so many, so many. Therefore, if I don’t want to be cursed to hell and back, I must make them understand that it’s wise to keep their mouths shut and stay silent. For this, I’ve prepared bait that is neither too big nor too small to throw out and fish for politicians eager to jump out to help Murdoch and earn his checks. Then, I’ll pick one from those who jump out and strike them down with a thunderous blow, completely destroy them, and discredit them. Only by doing this can other politicians who are ready to continue supporting Murdoch learn to keep silent."
"You mean, you want to discuss with me what kind of bait is more likely to make the fish bite?" Pete Binns, satisfied with Tommy’s words, nodded his head and then responded with a question.
In fact, his own son Stephen was already outstanding, at least far surpassing those in New York who had fallen to the point of relying on family trust funds for pocket money while still insisting on claiming to be social influencers. The six hundred million in assets left to Stephen had now grown to nine hundred million, and the investments were all concentrated in emerging industries such as computers and the internet. Although Pete Binns was not engaged in business full-time, he understood that if the new industries exploded, the appreciation of assets could be terrifying. With the internet era on the horizon, how much his son’s investments would become was incalculable. As a result, most of the time, he was very pleased with his son.
Most of the time, that is, when Tommy wasn’t there for comparison. Whenever Tommy was present, Pete had the illusion that compared to Tommy, his son felt like a prize one might casually get from redeeming credit card points—arbitrary and rudimentary.
Just listening to Tommy’s current business battle tactics, one could tell that this wasn’t something a twenty-something-year-old from America should be worrying about. He was attempting to prevent Murdoch’s backstage supporters from jumping out before he launched the war. With this move, he wanted to ensure that even if these politicians continued to support Murdoch, they could only do so behind the scenes, not daring to step to the forefront.
"No, what I want to discuss is that the fish that bites the hook would be best if it came from the Democratic Party," Tommy looked at Pete Binns. "Because at times like this, we can’t anger the Republicans and bind them completely with Murdoch. We need to divide them, so we can only pick one that is easier to control..."
"The sacrificial lamb."
At Tommy’s words, Stephen’s face changed, but the eyes of Pete Binns and Sargent Schlaefer lit up in an instant.
