I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 428: 288: Progress and Lifespan_l

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Harrison Clark asked, “And then? Julia Lambert should be able to manage things remotely, right?”

“Of course Julia can manage things remotely, but in extraordinary times, there needs to be someone to take charge. I’m the company’s main artist and a minor shareholder, so I was forced to go on stage to handle some things for a while. I haven’t been practicing my singing lately, so please don’t scold me,” Ward Owen said.

“What?!” Harrison was shocked and shivered uncontrollably.

This was definitely the worst news he had heard since starting his entrepreneurial journey!

Damn, I forgot about this.

One wrong move and I’ve invited a wolf into the house!

Practicing singing and all that is fine for you, but you managing the company is a matter of life and death for me!

Looking at his once adorable chubby face and recalling the numerous times he nearly ruined Whale Group in the past, Harrison’s teeth begin to chatter.

I’m scared.

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“I won’t scold you, I just want to smack you,” Harrison said while trying to suppress his panic, “Let’s go to the company first, and I’ll see what you’ve been doing.”

“Huh, aren’t you going to deal with jet lag first?” Ward asked.

Harrison Clark gave him a stare and said impatiently, “Screw the jet lag, I just really…”

He eventually closed his mouth.

How could he tell this chubby man in front of him that his future company would be very successful mainly because he kept him in the music industry?

Even though it’s the truth, it’s hurtful and can’t be explained.

By the time Mr. Louie drove and reached Summit Ventures headquarters, it was already past 10 o’clock at night.

Harrison Clark dragged Ward Owen directly to the chairman’s office and said, “Bring out all the documents you’ve signed recently, then go home and sleep.” Ward Owen understood why his teacher was so worried now.

As a chubby man, he felt wronged, rubbing his thumbs together and complaining, “Master, I’m a top student who graduated from Ivy League School of International Trade and Commerce, aren’t I? Is it really necessary to treat me like this?”

Harrison rolled his eyes and replied, “Didn’t you buy your diploma and MBA certificate with money?”

Ward Owen: “Master, your memory is too good!”

“Of course it is! But that’s not the point; starting from tomorrow, don’t worry about anything, just focus on practicing your singing! Get your third album out as soon as possible. Oh, and forget it, I’ll just check your operation records in the office system myself.”

Three hours later, Harrison walked out of the office with lingering fear, greeted the night shift staff, and treated them to a lavish midnight snack out of his own pocket. Then he left the building.

The moon and stars were bright, and the scenery was beautiful.

The bright street lamps filled the area with light, and under the water platform, the sound of insects could be heard from time to time.

Driving out of the building and heading directly to Chesterton Apartment, Harrison Clark breathed a sigh of relief.

It was just a false alarm.

Thankfully, Ward Owen had the self-awareness to just use his weight to hold down the fort and not do anything stupid.

He recalled the documents he had just drafted.

Yes, following this plan should make everything stable.

In the document, he further clarified the company’s structure, completely depriving Ward Owen of his management rights, and raised the status of the deputy general managers.

If a situation ever arises again where he goes missing and Julia Lambert is on a business trip, the managing rights of the company’s daily affairs would automatically be delegated to the deputy general managers, and major matters would be put on hold until he and Julia return. Ward Owen must not be allowed to be involved in these specific affairs.

Harrison thought it would probably be more reliable to have an Al from a simulation game placed on his desktop to make decisions by inputting commands.”

He should have done this earlier, but as Ward Owen was a shareholder, Julia couldn’t make the decision on her own, so he had to do it himself.

The next morning, Harrison announced his decision at a high-level company meeting.

The people below were quite surprised; Ward Owen’s powers were cut rather harshly, and they wondered if there would be any significant changes in the company.

Ward Owen himself felt a little wronged too, as he was just trying to help out and now his power was cut.

But in reality, he wasn’t supposed to be involved in these matters anyway, it wasn’t in his contract and he simply created more work for himself.

Harrison knew the concerns in everyone’s hearts and spoke earnestly, “Ward Owen is one of the hottest singers in our company with great potential too, and he shouldn’t waste his precious energy on trivial matters. Ward Owen, are you satisfied with just releasing two folk albums?”

“Don’t you want to make your third album, which fuses rock music, even more perfect? To go even further? When I initially chose to work with you, it wasn’t because of your money, but because of your talent and potential. I believe in you, and you should believe in yourself too. Don’t waste the gifted voice and talent you’ve been given.”

Originally feeling a bit down, Ward Owen immediately filled with excitement and eagerly stood up, “I will definitely not let Master down!”

“Good, the meeting is over. Go practice your singing.”

Ward Owen bounced cheerfully away like a happy Smurf.

Compared to the talented Carrie Thomas, and the completely new Lucy Haywood discovered by Harrison, Ward Owen had always felt a little inferior.

Although he was also hardworking, he felt that his past investment in his teacher’s company seemed a little insincere and purely based on money.

Now that Harrison openly praised him and placed high expectations on him, how could he not be overjoyed?

It turns out I am really capable.

It was all in my own head.

With Master’s artistic pursuit, how could he compromise for a mere two million dollars per song?

The real reason he chose me is that he saw my talent!

He believes that I can reach a height in singing that would satisfy him!