American Fortune Life

To be honest, Andy still has a lot to worry about stabbing this scandal out of his newspaper. After all, Tom, who's been crawling in politics for decades, has no means. That's not normal. The most important thing is that the interests of the money laundering group are really too great, "The New York Observer," which is simply turning the table upside down, breaking a lot of people's money, making a lot of people uncomfortable.

Andy wouldn't really be foolish to think that the press freedom promoted by the US Emperor was bullshit. Gary was still alive. The '96 Dark Alliance' made him offend the CIA. He was blasphemed by the mainstream media of the US Emperor at the time, eventually forcing the journalist's career to end. Just two years ago, in '04, a strange suicide was committed at home.

And Moses, who reported the American JUN scandal last year, has been in jail for a long time, and will face a blockade across the industry when he comes out.

So the American Emperor's press freedom is all bullshit, the media is mostly private, manipulated by consortia, enterprises, the ultimate goal of these giant media companies is to maximize the benefits, and the profitability of capital dictates that their news media can't escape the constraints and constraints of capital group interests. After Murdoch bought The Times, it was like asking the editors to listen to the boss. Different opinions? Fired the editor-in-chief directly.

There is also the exchange of interests with Washington, the influence of zheng on the media and their owners behind the scenes, the influence of journalists and news stories through media owners, which are sometimes public and sometimes very covert.

Andy, of course, understands this, after all, the purpose of his coverage of the scandal was not pure, but also for the benefit of his family.

So he was very concerned about the reaction from Washington, and he locked up the live TV broadcast in Washington all afternoon.

Sure enough, Tom chose to make a rumor, look at the old man with the white hair, yelling so loud and white that it was a slander, and when it was structured, Andy's eyebrows wrinkled, and he knew, trouble was coming.

In the evening, Auston returned home a little lame, tired, and as soon as he entered the door, he said to Andy with a gloomy face: "Tom chose to resist and the negotiations with your grandfather collapsed. Now the elephants have lost faith in Tom, but he is very uninterested, and he is likely to risk walking away, and you have to be prepared early. ”

Andy was not nervous after listening, after all, a clawtoothless tiger who had lost his elephant's overall strength, though able to make a final counterattack, was just a dying struggle.

Andy laughed and said, "It looks like we're going to be matching the FBI with some of his cards, some media cleansing, some pressure threats on newspapers. ”

On the morning of October 2, the weather and all that was no longer important, a group of dozen people in black suits stepped off several Chevrolet buses and quickly passed through the front door of some reporters' congested building, with a feeling of tension in the city of Black Cloud.

But the other surprise for the black suit was that their arrival did not cause panic among the New York Observer newspaper staff, but rather many cameras aimed at their constant pushing of the shutter.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we've been waiting for you for a long time, and our editor is waiting for you in the conference room.” A Mediterranean middle-aged fat man, with a funny face, said to two men in black sunglasses at the head.

The two agents couldn't help but look at each other. They followed the fat man to the conference room, while the rest of the men in suits quickly spread around the newspaper lobby, staring silently at the employees of the surrounding newspapers.

When the door to the conference room was pushed open, the two sunglasses agents were stunned by the position inside.

Pitt Kaplan sat in the middle, standing behind him against the wall two ruthless, tall and fierce men, sitting on the right hand side of a row of JING Ying people who seemed to have waxed suits and pens, looking at them with a smile and not a smile.

“Have a seat, gentlemen.” Pete Kaplan stood up in position with a smile on his face and pointed his finger at a row of seats on his left, seemingly not caring who he was, passionate as meeting a friend.

Agents standing flat on the left took off their sunglasses and took their papers out of their pockets, indifferently saying: "We are the FBI, for what your newspaper reported about Speaker Tom and the Money Laundering Group, and I hope Mr. Kaplan will cooperate with our investigation and tell us about the evidence and the source who gave us the lead. ”

Pitt Kaplan leaned aside, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled back at the five truly dressed JING Englishmen behind him.

One of the middle-aged men with Phnom Penh glasses showed a smile in his mouth, walked out of a few people, stared at the opening agent and said, "I am the lead attorney for the New York Observer, and my client has the right to refuse your request! ”

“You...” The constipated look on the face of the leading agent, knowing that people don't give a shit about him, the FBI is really a big deterrent to some people sometimes, but for those with strong backgrounds and no offense, no shit, the US Emperor is also a monetary society, it is also a rule of law, rich people play by rules, everyone plays with nature within this framework, if one of them is going to play with any moth, everyone is not bad money, who is afraid of who.

This time they came out to the Observer newspaper to put pressure on the newspaper, and they understood who had used their power, only to carry out the orders, but I didn't expect the newspaper was waiting for them to come to the door, punched them in the cotton, and suffocated their internal injuries.

“With regard to money-laundering groups, we need to have solid evidence to apprehend suspects, and we need to remind you that these evidence leads are important now, that we need to block the news, and that we will prosecute you for obstructing our official duties if the suspects leave the country in advance!” Another leading agent said indifferently.

Glasses lawyers were just trying to refute their unfavorable looks, and Pete Kaplan smiled and waved to stop them: “It's not a good idea for everyone to stand so wide with a sword drawn, so sit down and say it first. ”

He reached out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, and then sat back in his seat with the lawyers of the bar, smiling at the two agents who were looking at each other.

The two leading agents, knowing that they could not forcibly take people away, had to sit silently on the other side.

The look on Pete Kaplan's face was suddenly upright and serious: “Under the Freedom of the Press Act, our newspaper has the right to protect the informant who gave me the clue. Of course, without jeopardizing national security, this matter certainly does not concern the national security dimension right now. All, sorry, your request that our newspaper refuse! ”

The faces of the two agents suddenly turned dark. Before they came, they were instructed by their superiors. Be sure to get the evidence, control the informant, and look at Pitt Kaplan. This means nothing. They stood up and started talking. The agent reached out and pulled out a document from his suit pocket and showed it to Pete. He said coldly: "This is a subpoena file. Now we need Mr. Kaplan and I to go to our headquarters to cooperate in the investigation of the money laundering group, and we need to seal all the documents and evidence on the case. ”

Pitt Kaplan glanced at the subpoena in the other hand and looked back at the lead attorney with a tight eyebrow. The other party was trying to speak out and refuse to cooperate with the investigation. After all, this was the power of the citizens of the United States Empire.

Just then, a triangular phone on the conference room table made a sound, “Pete, you can go with them or you can give them a copy of the evidence, your safety Kenny and Dolby will guarantee! Tell Deputy Editor-in-Chief Henry to add a special issue, publish all the papers and evidence about the scandal, get the newspaper staff to work late, see the paper tomorrow morning, tell them that the overtime is $1,000 each, Albert, and the rest is in your hands, in accordance with the law, that's it! ”

As soon as the voice dropped, there was a hanging noise in the telephone, and the conference room was strangely quiet for decades. Pitt Kaplan first stood up and said: “You heard it, too. I can go with you to your headquarters to investigate, but the news will still meet the newspaper in the morning! ”

“No, you can't do that...” One of the agents said out loud and angry, but before he finished, he was interrupted by a lawyer named Albert, “we can! We have the right to do this! ”

“At the same time, my client has only cooperated with your investigation, has the right to remain silent, the evidence has agreed to give you a copy, you have ample time to identify and apprehend suspects, all our newspapers have fulfilled their obligations, and all other unreasonable demands have been made that we refuse to cooperate!” Albert grinned at each other's changing expression and said in a hard tone.

Two FBI agents looked at each other silently, and they guessed who was the owner of that voice on the phone earlier, Andy Smith, the owner of the newspaper, the youngest billionaire, and the grandson of Old Smith, the director of the Congressional Grants Committee.

Thinking of that gray-haired old Smith, who was always smiling, they had to take a chill, Nima, and if that offended this guy, the FBI would really have to eat bran pharynx in the future.

They knew about the newspaper and Andy Smith before they got here. They thought they were all elephant hugs. They wouldn't do anything about it. Maybe there was talk about it. Now, it looks like the water here in Nima is a little deep. Andy Smith doesn't even care what they mean. He just lifts the table and pisses them off. That's the rhythm of pulling Tom off his horse and burying him alive.