Half an hour later, Vought Tower conference room.
Legend slapped a data report on the conference table.
"Look at these numbers."
"Those idiots who look down on us have no idea what credibility is."
Lynn leaned back on the chair and opened the report in front of him.
As those secretly obstructive forces were uprooted.
With John and Annie their global live broadcast.
The reputation of Vought International and Homelander, including Lynn himself, has soared to an unprecedented peak worldwide.
The people no longer regard them as commodities packaged by capital, but as real individuals with flesh and blood who will shed blood to protect civilians.
The ban was lifted in full.
Europe and Asia Market, which previously boycotted Vought due to public opinion, are now given the green light.
Vought's movies, peripherals, games and even theme parks are reoccupying the global market with a vengeance.
So what if Superheroes is not sold?
They hold the world's largest entertainment empire in their hands.
"Very good, Legend."
Lynn closed the report and gave a fair evaluation.
Hearing Lynn's compliment, Legend sighed instead.
"Lynn Director, I've finished reporting the good news, now let me talk about something personal."
This veteran who has been working at Vought for most of his life, his eyes are full of exhaustion at this moment.
He said sincerely:
"I'm old."
Legend pointed to his chest,
"I have been working at Vought for decades, and this half month is more exciting than what I have experienced in the past ten years. My heart really can't withstand such storms, and I want to retire."
Lynn looked at him without much surprise.
Although this old man has a vicious mouth in the original work, he can still be regarded as a person with a bottom line.
During this period of time, he helped Vought stabilize the home front, and he worked hard without any credit. Letting him live out his old age in peace would not leave any hidden dangers to the company.
"No problem."
Lynn nodded happily,
"Your pension will be paid according to the highest standards. Go to Hawaii to buy a villa with a beach and go fishing."
"Thank you."
Legend let out a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and turned around to pack up and leave.
Ashley, who had been standing in the corner of the conference room, suddenly sobbed.
She stepped forward quickly on high heels, holding a tissue tightly in her hand, and looked at Legend with red eyes.
"Mr. Legend, are you leaving now?"
Ashley made a choking sound while pressing the corners of his eyes with a tissue.
"You taught me so much in the company, I really can't let you go... Wuwuwu..."
Legend was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting this usually vigorous and resolute intern to have such rich emotions.
He patted Ashley on the shoulder awkwardly, said a few words of comfort, then opened the door and walked out of the conference room.
As the door to the conference room closed.
Ashley still had his back to Lynn and John, his shoulders were still twitching violently, and he was covering his face with paper towels, making a series of sounds.
But as I listened to it, the sound changed a little.
Lynn raised his eyebrows slightly.
John also turned his head and looked at the back figure with strange eyes.
Ashley turned around, the tissue in his hand had long been crumpled into a ball.
Her eyes were indeed red, but the corners of her mouth could not be suppressed, and even her back molars were almost exposed.
After getting rid of the top leader, she, the intern, is finally going to become a full-time employee!
How can you not be happy about this?
Ashley had just left humming a song when someone knocked on the glass door of the office again.
Lynn leaned on the sofa and looked at the two people who came in through the door.
The one walking in the front is Becca.
She didn't wear her usual business suit today, but put on an ordinary sweater, holding a white envelope tightly in her hand.
Walking half a step behind her was Butcher with a beard.
This foul-mouthed, bad-tempered man was like a dull gourd at the moment, with his head lowered and silent.
Becca walked to the desk, took a deep breath, and gently placed the envelope in his hand on the table.
"Lynn Director, Homelander sir."
Becca's voice was a little dry, "I'm here to resign."
She glanced at the blond young man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, then quickly lowered her head.
"Butcher did such a stupid thing and almost brought Vought and you guys into big trouble. I really have no shame in staying here any longer."
Butcher followed, his lips moved, but in the end he said nothing.
Lynn looked at the resignation letter on the table and did not reach out to take it.
He smiled and pointed to the chair opposite.
"Sit down and say, Becca."
Lynn picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, speaking calmly,
"You have worked diligently at Vought for so many years, and you have worked hard without any credit. What's more, you are also a victim of this incident. You can bravely stand up and help the company clarify the truth at the press conference under so much pressure. How can we fire you before we can thank you?"
Lynn pushed the letter back to Becca.
"You don't have to resign. Not only can't you resign, but you have to get a promotion and a salary increase."
Hearing this, Becca was stunned, his eyes instantly turned red, and his hands tangled together uneasily.
After comforting Becca, Lynn looked across the desk and fell on the bearded man who had been pretending to be mute.
"As for Butcher..."
Lynn put down the coffee cup and tapped his fingers on the table twice.
"I've actually always been quite curious. May I ask, how can he feel sorry for you?"
Lynn is really curious.
In the memory of the past life, these two people had an eternal blood feud, and the cause was Becca.
But in this world, John has never even touched Becca's hand.
It's impossible for this old boy Butcher to be ambitious and want a piece of Vought's pie.
Butcher raised his head and glanced at John standing by the window.
He gritted his back molars,
"Years ago, Europe, Homelander killed several of my comrades."
Upon hearing this, John, who had been looking out the window, turned around.
A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he frowned slightly, as if searching for this long-standing memory in his mind.
"I did go to Europe once many years ago."
John thought about it for a moment, his tone was very calm,
"Annie was holding an art exhibition at the time, and I sneaked over to take a look. Just then, Joseph told me that there was some turmoil over United Kingdom Ministry of Magic. I hope I can help."
John looked at Butcher and stated:
"But I smuggled across in civilian clothes the whole time and didn't take any air routes at all. It's impossible for the Europe military to discover my whereabouts, let alone send troops or special teams to intercept me."
John spread your hands,
"So, when I went there, I only killed some Wizard who were causing trouble. Ordinary people, I didn't touch any of them."
The office was quiet for two seconds.
Lynn and John looked at each other.
The two people seemed to have thought of the same possibility.
Lynn looked at Butcher again, his eyes becoming a little subtle.
"Butcher, since you said all your comrades were killed."
Lynn leaned forward slightly, "Then how did you survive?"