American Fortune Life

Chapter 154: Laughing at the Wind and Clouds

Andy woke up from his sleep with his butt in his arms, stretched out his hand twice on his thigh, opened his sleeping eyes and looked at the wall clock. It was over 10: 00, sat up from the bed and beat two arrears in a row.

Last night, he fell asleep at about 3: 00 a.m. to catch up on the follow-up story of The Gossip Girl, picked up pure cotton casual pants from the carpet and put them on, walked into the bathroom naked with a fine upper body.

Soon there was a loud water flow in the bathroom...

As she wiped her wet hair, she walked out of the bedroom and saw her mother, Li Wanqing, sitting in the living room watching TV, shouting with a smile: "Morning, Mom. Anything to eat? ”

Li Wanqing looked back at his son and looked at him without anger. "What time is it? It's early! There's plenty of time in the day. Why stay up all night?” He stood up and walked into the kitchen and started giving Andy a hot breakfast. As for the maid, she went out to buy ingredients.

Andy glanced at the TV in the living room, which was broadcast live, and the scene was chaotic. Naturally, there was no need to overload the news, shrug, and ignore it.

Soon Li Wanqing put the breakfast on the table, and also sat down, watching his son Slow Strip eat the food, a little curious to ask: “It's a mess outside, why don't you worry about it at all, you know that now outside The Observer newspaper is full of reporters and interview cars. ”

Andy didn't have to laugh: “Before that, I guessed it would be like this. What was surprising, because it was just the beginning, everyone's eyes were focused on our newspaper. Now that time has almost spread, Washington is the battlefield. Our newspaper just lit the fuse. As for the damage caused, it's not within our consideration. Besides, my grandfather was already ready. He should have gotten what he wanted. Now all I need to do is hide and avoid being surrounded by journalists. Laugh at the wind and clouds. After all, I'm part of the Smith family, so I can just go out and talk about what other people think of the Smiths family... ”

“Well, you've been watching it thoroughly, but a lot of news topics have turned your material out, and it's turning over and over again, but your reputation is about to rise again.” Li Wanqing looked at his son's face a little funny and became difficult to see.

“Are these shows sick? Don't report a scandal. What am I doing?” Andy was afraid of being distorted by some media, so he wouldn't go out of the house, hoping that all the focus would be on Washington, and that he wouldn't worry about anything.

“Wouldn't it be worth reporting who made you the owner of the newspaper, with a rich elephant background, to dismantle your own platform? Besides, these media outlets are not in turmoil, and all kinds of speculative conspiracy theories have emerged, but they have also praised and admired the neutrality still maintained by your post-acquisition New York Observer, after which both sales and prestige will be greatly enhanced, especially the intangible value of credibility and influence among the public will rise to a new height.” Li Wanqing gave his son an analysis of what he had just heard on TV.

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Andy nodded his head, continued to eat, and this was already happening, with no room for regret, no matter how good or bad the result was, he would be blacklisted more or less later by some elephants, even if Old Smith sat in that position smoothly.

(For well-known reasons, Washington's content has been cut off, largely vaguely taped, without affecting the plot, much understanding.

After breakfast, Andy went back to his bedroom to continue writing, and he wanted to finish writing all the follow-ups to "The Gossip Girl" and give them to Pete, so he finished a troublesome thing that didn't need to be rushed.

Far from San Francisco, Ivana was about to meet up with the same hotel cp, visit the golf course, push the door in and see her father staring at the TV in the living room. She couldn't help but walk a few curious steps, see the scene on the TV and the host introducing the New York Observer newspaper, as well as mentioning Andy Smith's name and information many times, and had to frown.

When she saw her daughter coming, she watched TV in an unconscious and aggressive way. CP could only say the whole thing once. Ivana immediately found out that her phone had called Andy in the past and knew how complicated the situation was. She directly dialed Andy's private number. Only Andy's family and a few close people knew about the phone, which was generally kept open 24 hours a day.

Only a white bath towel was wrapped around the hotel where the crew was staying, with a shoulder and collarbone, a pair of white-legged Scarlett with wet blonde hair, watching the TV show with astonishment, and most television stations now have feature shows focusing on the news.

“What's the mess with that guy?” Scarlett mumbled slightly, turned off the hair dryer, did it on the couch, picked up the remote and turned it up.

Because Andy's external phone was shut down, his former broker, Fatty Carl, had been blown up by various media and television stations without knowing what had happened. Especially several TV stations with cooperative relationships, which were all calls from management, so that Carl really didn't know how to respond well, but he had generally understood what had happened, knowing that it was not the trouble he could get into, and could only use his current inability to contact Andy to refuse all invitations.

Carl looked at the cell phone, which had no electricity, and said with a bitter smile: "That's all right, don't bother, but Andy, this guy is a prick! ”

In New York, Adriana Nalima's rented apartment, Lima, holding a pot of fruit and vegetable salad, watching Andy Smith's photos and presentations on TV, had to marvel at Andy's talent and abilities, writing three physical novels, a newspaper novel in four months, and completing the Acquisition of Observer newspapers, the acquisition of a gaming company and the launch of the hottest games of the day, as well as singles and billboards.

This totally subverted Lima's common sense. Well, even if the TV host said Andy was a real genius, but it was incredible to do these things in just five months. When she remembered what Assistant Mary accidentally said, she couldn't help but notice two flashes of red on her pretty face and a bit of teeth-cutting scolding: “This bastard! ”

But the mystery that Andy Smith brought to her was such that she was curious about it, making wealth out of knowledge, would be respected in any country, wouldn't be as dark as selling a house, and a little admiration slowly deepened in her heart.

After hanging up Ivana's phone, Andy had a little bitterness on his face, which was really troublesome. People who cared about themselves expressed their concern, as if Andy had made it up. Please, he was just the owner of the newspaper. How could this big news be reported without evidence?

No wonder there was a misunderstanding that the whole thing, Observer and Andy, was definitely the beneficiary, that the newspaper had increased its reputation and sales through such explosive news, and that Andy's young inexperience, which had been ravaged by the press, would dissipate with the exposure of the matter, after which Andy would also have a place in the publishing world, standing completely on his heels.

Sometimes we really can't underestimate the identity of other peers in the same industry. Though uniquely unique people can be quite impressive, they can also be questioned by many disputes. Someone will always jump out to find trouble. Even if they can survive smoothly, they will be all scaled up and their lives will be too tired.

Andy never thought that there was a xing that was going to be unique, against the vast majority of people, it wasn't a xing, it was a silly lack, everyone was drunk and I woke up alone, I had to jump into the river and die myself, there was nothing wrong with being an ordinary person in my mind, don't think of myself as the most special one, showing an unmatched, silly face to show people are the most correct.