American Fortune Life

More than a dozen people walked into The New York Observer newspaper, attracting the attention of all newspaper employees.

Attorney Nelson and finance manager David formed a buyout team on an ad hoc basis, leading several of their men who had roughly estimated Observer's assets based on all available information, and Andy had seen them on the way here.

Andy wanted to cut the knife loose, and he could take the Observer today, so he took the acquisition team with him, and once he negotiated with Arthur Carter, he signed the contract to pay and complete the acquisition, and immediately let the acquisition team win The New York Observer.

Pete Kaplan looked at Andy walking to the newspaper boss's office with a complicated eye and shouted back: “Whatever you look at, go to work! ”

Arthur Carter's secretary saw Auston Smith walking in with a bunch of suited leather shoes and stood up and smiled and greeted him.

“Good morning, Annie. Is Mr. Arthur Carter here?” Asked Auston with a smile.

“Good morning, Mr. Smith. Mr. Carter's already here. He said when you get here, go straight in. Who are these guys?” Annie smiled back.

Auston didn't tell us who Andy was, just that he had an appointment with Mr. Arthur Carter.

Andy always smiled with sunshine, and the woman secretary Annie looked familiar and didn't recognize her for a moment, after all Andy wore a pair of black framed glasses today.

Andy turned around and asked the bodyguards and acquisition team to wait outside in the sitting area before walking into Arthur Carter's office behind Auston and female secretary Annie.

Arthur Carter's office is luxuriously decorated with two solid red wooden doors, walking into the seating area on the left, a set of black and white faces, a geometric sofa with diamond corners surrounded by a square table, and a rectangular coat mirror with a gold border on each side of the door.

Behind a large rectangular desk, Arthur Carter sat on the boss's chair, behind a gold-framed oil painting, and the surrounding decorations and decorations were very artistic, most of them sculptural, copper, iron, plaster and mud, while the other wall was four huge windows, and the sunlight shined through the glass into the office, making some of the golden decorations sparkle.

Arthur Carter saw Auston walk in with a young man, drop the cigar in his hand, get up from the boss's chair, bypass the desk, and say hello to Auston.

Andy looked at the old man in front of him, with a thin hair comb, a white shirt, black suit pants with a strap and a tie around his neck. He was a little shabby because of his age, but full of spirit and bright eyes. Under Auston's introduction, the old man reached out with a smile.

“Young man, it's good to see you, knowing that you're a righteous redneck now. I love your novel. Would you be interested in opening a column in my newspaper? ”

Andy shook the old man's hand and smiled with confidence and sunshine on his face, "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Carter. Thank you for liking my novel. As for opening a column, it takes some time. After all, the publisher has been pressing for follow-up novels, so... I'm sorry. ”

“Ha ha, it's nothing, you can come to our newspaper whenever you want, and I look forward to working with you.” Arthur Carter was not unhappy, but smiled and patted Andy's hand, leading Auston and Andy to the couch in the sitting area, indicating that the two of them were seated.

“Auston, you have a very good son!” Arthur Carter's back rested against the couch with a faint smile on his face, speaking calmly and slowly to Auston.

“Thank you, Mr. Carter, for the compliment. He is young and needs more grinding.” Auston's humble reply turned to Andy with the next smile on his face and then looked at Arthur Carter, "this time, Andy wanted to see you. Andy, you better talk to Mr. Arthur Carter. ”

Arthur Carter looked at Andy with some curiosity, and Andy closed the smile on his face and said, "Mr. Arthur Carter, I hear you're selling The New York Observer? Don't know what the price is? ”

Arthur Carter glistened in his eyes, carefully gauged the young man across the street, looked at a copy that had nothing to do with me, ignored my Auston, and asked with a smile, "What, Andy, do you want to buy Observer too?" ”

“Why not?” Andy's mouth is slightly up with a confident smile on his face, "an excellent newspaper that has been in circulation for 20 years, but has a very important place in the Manhattan area, and I love its news philosophy and cynical harmony, even if it's just a regional XING newspaper. ”

After listening to Andy, Arthur Carter couldn't help but exclaim how young he was. I didn't think of his newspaper. At once, he attracted two young talented young people, both of whom had amazing similarities, whether they looked like each other or learned how to cultivate their body.

“Oh, Auston, you have such a wonderful son, what an envy! He is a famous writer, and his speech is not lost, that is, he praises the merits of the newspaper and speaks of defects. I think you've learned that Observers now lose $2 million a year, and how can you guarantee a reversal? After all, I founded this newspaper, which has been my pride for the past 19 years, and now that I'm old, my descendants don't care about this loss-making newspaper, even if I'm going to sell it, I'm going to find it a suitable new owner, young man. Can you carry that burden? ”

Looking at Arthur Carter, he finally shook his head gently and didn't seem to see Andy holding up the future of The Observer.

Andy laughed confidently, “Mr. Carter, not to mention the newspaper's profitability, I just want to tell you that I'm probably the only one who's interested in buying a newspaper, if that's what you really want for 20 years. ”

For the first time, Arthur Carter lost his smile on his face and stared deeply at Andy, blushing: "Young man, tell me your reason. ”

Andy said with a confident smile: "I understand that with me and Robert De Niro's Tribeca Group and Judd KSN interested in buying The Observer, I don't know what they're all going to pay to buy the newspaper, but I'm sure they're not the best buyers. ”

Andy sticks out a finger and goes, “First of all, Robert, although he's famous, he's old, how much of a heart is left? He wanted to acquire the newspaper, perhaps just to see its fame, and didn't care much about the value of the newspaper. If he continued to lose for years, the future of the Observer would be to be put on the shelf again and sold by him. ”

Stick out your second finger, the smile on your face makes you feel more confident, "Judd KSN, he's a businessman, and maybe he'll tell you without a shred that he bought it to make money, right? Perhaps you can enjoy it, maybe you can do it well and be respected. He would replace the news concept with commerce, and in the end, he would probably turn The Observer into an entertainment tabloid for profit. ”

Andy took a slight break after he finished, because Carter's female secretary had already brought in the coffee, took the cup and put it on the table, and went on to say confidently: "And the only thing that worried me, I, was my age, it was young and easy to be underestimated. I've never questioned my abilities. First of all, I'm a writer, and I know more about publishing than anyone else. Secondly, I have detailed plans to get newspapers out of trouble, and I have the ability to face the challenge. The biggest dilemma in the American press right now is that it is being controlled by an aging mindset and managed by some middle-aged man with bags on it, so my appearance, a 21-year-old man who is not bound by old ideas, to provoke this burden, which has been going on for 19 years, is not an excellent suggestion? ”