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After a long silence, Deng Wendi slowly spoke, his tone solemn: "With your vision, it's no wonder so many people are willing to bet on you."

"Don't worry, the resources on both sides are completely unequal. I can even have Fox give you a push behind the scenes."

"I'm calling to stop you from overthinking. Like I said, just keep pushing forward, I'm here for you..."

"Okay, sis, then I'll wait for good news. And thank you."

"We don't need to be so polite. I'm getting out of here; I need to get to the airport. Wait for my message."

As soon as he finished speaking, a busy tone came from the phone. Li Xiang put down his phone and let out a heavy sigh.

Damien, who had been observing quietly, leaned forward and asked as soon as he hung up the phone, "How did it go?"

Li Xiang was also a bit overthinking at the moment, but looking at Damien beside him, he didn't hide anything.

"It's Daniel Day-Lewis's *Lincoln*."

Li Xiang spoke up, knowing that Damien had overheard part of the conversation.

"It should work out, but I'm afraid I'll owe a huge favor."

Damien knew this, and he had a vague idea of ​​who was on the other end of the phone, but he didn't ask any further questions.

He simply started the car quietly and continued taking Li Xiang to the next attraction.

Meanwhile, after a ten-hour flight, Deng Wendi returned to Murdoch's old house on the banks of the Thames in England.

Ignoring the servants' greetings, she put on her sky-high heels and strode straight into Murdoch's study.

Despite his advanced age, Rupert Murdoch has never been one to relinquish power.

He had to keep all the group's affairs under his control, and he was required to submit all kinds of reports every day without fail, but he just didn't go to the group's headquarters often.

"Why are you back?"

In fact, the news had already reached Murdoch when Deng Wendi landed in the UK.

"Is it about 'The Voice of China'? This project is indeed very well done, and its influence is considerable. The company will give you a bonus when the project is completed."

The fact that they could say such polite and distant things was enough to show that their marriage had long been dead in name only.

If this had happened in the past, Deng Wendi would have inevitably made a few sarcastic remarks.

But she didn't say anything more, just nodded knowingly and sat down opposite Murdoch.

He crossed his legs and looked directly at the old man in front of him: "I've come back this time because I have a business deal I'd like to discuss with you."

Murdoch put down the documents in his hand, looked up at her, and raised an eyebrow: "Tell me, what kind of business would make you travel so far?"

"...You mean, Li Xiang can help us connect with the Ambani family?"

"That's right, the meeting was arranged a long time ago. We'll be paying a visit soon, and they've already responded, saying they'd be very happy to have us there."

"Li Xiang has even received a formal invitation from the Ambani family office."

Deng Wendi spoke calmly, but the information he conveyed was quite different.

Murdoch's gaze also turned serious as he stared at her.

A formal invitation from the Ambani family office is far from a casual social formality; it signifies the recipient's formality and courtesy.

The Indian market is a huge piece of cake that the group has long coveted. They have tried to establish a foothold there many times, but have always encountered setbacks and have not even been able to negotiate.

Murdoch leaned forward slightly: "Who gave the reply?"

"Nita Ambani."

Upon hearing this name, even Murdoch couldn't help but stand up.

He knew Nita's importance; she was different from his wife, who wielded real influence.

Born into a high-caste Brahmin family, she was also a goddess in sacrificial rites. Mukesh Ambani's father personally visited her family to arrange the marriage.

Throughout India, the importance of bloodlines cannot be ignored.

In a sense, in the hearts of ordinary Indians, Nita Ambani is the woman closest to God, and her influence is no less than that of Mukesh Ambani himself.

Deng Wendi looked at Murdoch, who had stood up, and calmly said, "You should know that they only have this one daughter, and they will definitely not let her leave the entire group."

"And Mrs. Ambani's personal appearance, coupled with the invitation sent by the family office, is enough to prove this point."

"I can take this opportunity to establish contact with Nita Ambani and engage in 'Madame' social networking."

Both are top-notch intelligent people, and Murdoch didn't want to play guessing games with Wendi Deng, so he went straight to the point.

What do you want?

"that power!"

"impossible."

Murdoch's offhand remark did not anger Wendi Deng.

She spoke calmly, "I prepared, I established, so I naturally have the right, even if it's just the right to the Indian branch."

"There's an old Chinese saying: 'If you want a horse to run, you have to feed it first.' If I don't get anything in return, why should I put in the effort? Do you have some other way?"

"Also, don't even think about bypassing me to go see Li Xiang alone."

"Once he realizes you intend to kick me out, even if it's just to save face, he won't cooperate with you."

"With a net worth of seven or eight hundred million US dollars, what do you think such a superstar would lack?"

This tough stance immediately made Murdoch frown, but fortunately he knew Wendi Deng very well.

Furthermore, because he knew Deng Wendi well enough, he knew that she would only dare to put on such a show in front of him when she was absolutely confident.

In other words, she was certain that this network of connections within the Ambani family could only be controlled by her, or by her and Li Xiang working together.

What kind of spell did Li Xiang cast on this woman that made her willing to go to such lengths and schemes for him?

He couldn't help but wonder if there was some kind of affair between the two of them...

But then he dismissed the idea, since his subordinates were keeping a close eye on things, and every meeting between Li Xiang and Wendi Deng was always in public.

And they always came and went in a hurry, never having the slightest chance for a private meeting.

Therefore, it can only be because of those collaborations with Fox.

Even with Murdoch's temperament, this thought caused him some annoyance.

If I had known it would turn out this way, I shouldn't have entrusted the task of connecting with Li Xiang to Deng Wendi in the first place.

Ironically, this actually gave her a clue to the path to an Indian tycoon family.

This also makes it difficult for him to get rid of Deng Wendi in the next three or four years, let alone get a divorce.

However, without the endorsement of the News Corporation's owner, she might not have been able to reach any deals.

In other words, without her, News Corp.'s expansion into India would not have been able to proceed at all.

He hadn't realized that once such a thought arose in his mind, it meant that compromise was not far away.

But as the person in charge of a vast business empire, Murdoch still wanted to maneuver a little.

"This isn't something I can just approve; it needs to be approved by the board of directors."

"That's for sure," Deng Wendi immediately replied.

"I don't want to negotiate without a proper name or status, which would not only embarrass News Corporation but also damage the reputation of the Murdoch family."

After saying that, she suddenly stood up and prepared to leave the study.

Just as she reached the door, she seemed to suddenly remember something, turned back to look at the old man, and said, "Oh, right, there's one more thing."

"Remember to reschedule Fox's 'Lincoln' for next year."

"Xiao Xiang is aiming for this year's Golden Globe and Oscar, and as her older sister, I have to lend a hand."

"I will stay in the UK for three days. I will wait for your reply within three days."

The clatter of high heels echoed as they left the study, leaving Murdoch alone at his desk, quietly gazing at the empty seat.