Building The Strongest Family-Chapter 122: Annual Meeting [ 4 ]

After Philip wrapped up his reports, the conference room fell into a hush as Emily stood up.

Unlike her colleagues, she wasn’t burdened with tablets or folders,just a small remote in her hand.

With a swift press of a button, the far wall transformed into a massive screen, casting a soft glow over the room.

It displayed the haunting final moments of Titanic, frozen just as the ship sank beneath the waves.

Arthur leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile creeping across his face. "Let’s hear it."

Emily nodded seriously and began, "Osborn Media and Entertainment Group was established just eight months ago," her voice steady and confident. "And we’ve made remarkable progress during this time!"

With a wave of her hand, holographic screens flickered to life. The display shifted to a global map adorned with gold outlines of continents pulsing with vibrant revenue streams. "Let’s start with Titanic."

The screen zoomed in on Aurelia, where an astonishing figure of 2.85 billion Unicreds hovered above it like an enticing prize.

"During opening week alone, we grossed 10 billion Unicreds worldwide," Emily announced proudly. "And five months later? We’re still in theaters! Our current total stands at an incredible 28.7 billion Unicreds."

Nathaniel let out a low whistle under his breath. "That’s more than the entire Aurelian film industry made in the last three months!"

Emily nodded affirmatively. "Exactly! And it shows no signs of slowing down. Theaters in the Ice Plains are still running midnight showings! The High Chieftain attended one premiere and reportedly shed tears, now that kind of publicity? Absolutely priceless!"

She clicked again, revealing another slide,a breakdown of ancillary revenue.

"Merchandising alone raked in 5 billion Unicreds! Just think about it: we sold 40 million replica necklaces! We even licensed the infamous ’door theory’ debate to three universities for academic studies! Oh, and there were 27 marriage proposals during screenings,and amusingly enough, three divorces directly blamed on arguments over whether Jack could have fit on that door!"

" That works!"Ashley gasped in disbelief as she processed Emily’s words.

"You’re kidding me?!"

Emily remained unflappable. "I don’t joke about revenue."

Arthur tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the table before asking, "What’s next?"

"An extended theatrical run," Emily replied confidently. "We have plans for a director’s cut re-release next quarter,and," she added with enthusiasm, "we’re developing Titanic: The Musical! Pre-sales have already hit 800 million Unicreds."

Margaret raised an eyebrow skeptically and asked, "A musical?"

Emily smirked slightly. "People love to cry in public, we’re just giving them an excuse."

The screen flickered to life, revealing the vibrant Harmonix interface, alive with real-time user data that pulsed like a heartbeat.

"Can you believe it’s been eight months since our launch?" Emily began, her excitement palpable. "We’ve hit 6 billion downloads and boast 2 billion monthly active users! And our retention rate? A jaw-dropping 78%! Just for comparison, the industry average hovers around 42%."

Julian leaned in, curiosity etched on his face. "How did you pull that off?"

Emily smiled knowingly. "Two key factors," she explained. "First up: the music! We didn’t just throw out My Heart Will Go On and call it a day. No way! We released thirty original tracks in just three months.

Bad Guy racked up 3 billion streams? And Despacito,a song in a language most of our users had never even heard before, hit an astonishing 1.9 billion!"

With a click, a graph showcasing explosive subscription growth lit up the screen.

"And then there’s the algorithm," she continued enthusiastically. "Our AI doesn’t merely recommend songs; it anticipates what users will adore before they even realize it themselves! It’s like the app can read their souls. Premium subscriptions? A staggering 630 million! Our ad revenue has skyrocketed by 320%, leading to a projected annual profit of 200 billion Unicreds!"

Richard, always the skeptic, furrowed his brow. "What about the competition?"

Emily’s smile widened slightly as she replied, "Oh, NovaTune Entertainment just launched an anti-trust lawsuit against us last week. Their CEO held a press conference claiming we’re ’killing creativity.’"

She clicked again, revealing security footage of NovaTune’s chairman aboard a private jet, indulging in some very questionable activities on a gold-plated tablet.

"Funny coincidence," Emily said dryly, "we’ve managed to acquire 18% of their stock through shell companies."

Arthur chuckled softly at this revelation and remarked, "That’s quite efficient!"

Suddenly, gameplay footage burst onto the screen, a massive esports match with 80,000 fans roaring as two teams battled in a dazzling neon-lit arena.

"We now have 986 million registered players worldwide," Emily announced proudly. "And get this: $22 billion in microtransactions over just the last three months! The World Championship sold out in an incredible 37 seconds!"

Edward whistled appreciatively. "What’s next? Merchandising?"

"Even better!" Emily clicked to reveal her next slide,a virtual concert where holographic performers danced atop the game’s battlefield in perfect sync with each in-game kill.

"We’re merging Harmonix with League of Legends! Imagine this: skins that unlock exclusive tracks and concerts where every kill triggers an electrifying new beat! We’ve already signed five top artists for live in-game performances".

Oscar couldn’t help but grin. "That’s diabolical!"

Emily shot back with a smirk, "Diabolical? More like a genius move worth 20 trillion Unicreds over the next five years!"

But just as excitement filled the air, the screen flickered and darkened, replaced by a stark security alert.

"Three cyberattacks last week," Emily reported, her tone serious. "We traced them back to NovaTune’s pet hackers and... something more sinister, a shell corporation called ’White Noise.’ Their tech? Almost military-grade."

Arthur’s gaze held steady on Emily as he flashed a knowing smile. "So, how are you handling it?"

With unwavering confidence, she replied, "Our technical team has been tracking their servers diligently. And when we find them?" Her voice was resolute. "We’ll dismantle their entire operation,no mercy."

A moment of silence hung between them before Arthur nodded approvingly. "Good."

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The conference room lights dimmed, casting a focused spotlight on Richard, Arthur’s third uncle and the commanding force behind the Osborn Supply Chain Group.

With military precision, he rose from his seat, exuding an air of authority that demanded attention.

Arthur leaned forward with a grin. "Uncle Richard, let’s hear how you’ve been moving the world!"

With a wave of his hand, Richard activated the holographic screens.

Dense data flickered to life, illuminating the room with insights that were nothing short of impressive.

"Our Supply Chain Group operates across three key verticals: logistics infrastructure, inventory AI, and last-mile delivery. As of this quarter:"

" We have 142 global distribution hubs! New additions include Port Cyanide, Titan Reach, and even the Arctic Circle Node."

Richard continued with confidence. "We boast an autonomous freight fleet comprising 28,000 drones, 12,000 driving trucks, and 9 cargo airships. Our inventory accuracy? An astounding 99.998%! The industry average hovers around just 92%."

He paused for effect before revealing more numbers: "Our on-time delivery rate stands at 70.2%."

He tapped a key metric on the screen: "Total revenue has reached an impressive 18 billion Unicreds! And thanks to our AI route optimization alone, we’ve saved an incredible 3 billion Unicreds."

Margaret raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "What about disruptions?"

Richard replied dryly, "Seventeen attempted hacks on our navigation systems."

A smirk crept onto his face as he added, "We fed them false data. Last we checked, three competing freight companies were sending trucks into the Aurelian desert searching for a ’phantom warehouse.’" Laughter erupted around the table.

Arthur nodded in approval. "Efficient indeed!"

As Richard settled back into his chair with a satisfied smile, Lucas Fairchild, a charismatic thirty-five-year-old former mixologist whom Arthur had recruited from the system’s talent mall, sprang to his feet like a burst of energy himself.

Where Richard was all steel cables and spreadsheets, Lucas was liquid nitrogen cocktails and viral marketing.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Lucas winked playfully (earning eye-rolls from some). "Let’s dive into the hydration revolution!"

With a flick of his wrist, the table transformed into a glowing showcase featuring three sleek cans:

Ignition X (Energy Drink)**

Sales: 340 million cases

Key Feature: Neural-boosting nootropics (12-hour focus without crash)

Market Share: Captured 3% of Aurelian Federation’s energy sector (Dethroned 20 low-level energy drink brands in just 11 weeks!)

Starlight (Soft Drink)

Sales:590 million cases

Hook: Glows under UV light (Club phenomenon)

Profit Margin:79% (Cheaper to produce than water in some regions)

Lunar :(Caffeinated Sparkling Water)

Sales: 220 million cases

Gimmick: Mood-enhancing terpenes

(Calms while energizing)

VIP Fans: 3 Aurelian senators spotted drinking it during budget debates.

Lucas dropped his playful tone and shared some exciting news: "Our Total Beverage Division Revenue is soaring at 22.56 trillion And guess what? We’re projecting a staggering 300% growth next year once we launch in Noctis war zones".

He flashed a confident grin. "Nothing sells quite like ’approved by Osborn troops’ branding!".

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More Golden Tickets please. And oh! Powerstones also. Let’s get a ranking in the Golden Tickets Ranking.