The next day.
Germany.
Andre Wisenkachi, the head of German Channel Four, known as one of the "four major pay-TV channels in Europe," was currently reading through a stack of documents.
"This one is good~"
"This one is also quite good. It seems everyone has been working very hard lately!"
"I believe that for this UEFA Champions League broadcasting rights, we will not only be able to secure the viewership share in Germany, but we might even be able to capture the shares in the United Kingdom and France."
Andre Wisenkachi was undoubtedly an ambitious man.
At the same time, he was also highly capable. Since he took charge of German Channel Four, in just a few short years, he had developed it into a true pay-TV hegemon in Germany, and even maintained a strong stance in the United Kingdom and France, constantly defeating one opponent after another.
"Boss, this is the report sent over from London, United Kingdom, by Mr. Newell." An assistant walked in.
Newell?
He was the head of German Channel Four in the United Kingdom—well, the primary head—and was a trusted lieutenant of Andre Wisenkachi.
"Hmm?!"
"This, this, this..."
"That damn rich man Zucker Wald, he's actually getting involved in this too?!"
Andre Wisenkachi hadn't paid much attention to the report at first, but after just a dozen seconds, he was fully alert.
The assistant said cautiously, "Boss, we probably don't need to worry too much. I admit that Mr. Zucker Wald is very rich, super rich, and his UPN network has developed rapidly in Europe in recent years, but as a pay-TV channel, it is completely incomparable to our Channel Four."
As soon as he finished speaking.
"You don't know a damn thing!"
Andre Wisenkachi barked, "If you underestimate him, you are bound to suffer