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!"