American Fortune Life

Pitt Kaplan cares about being able to interview the president, and it's usually the big media outlets, like The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, and their New York Observer, even if it's pretty awesome in Manhattan, it's just Manhattan, and even if it starts expanding into the surrounding states, it won't be a huge amount of sales for a while.

However, with several successive scandals over the past few months, the newspaper's credibility and influence have taken a new step, view-neutral, speaking only with facts, speaking with data, and not easily biased views. After all, they are weekly magazines, the timeline of the news xing is more appropriate than the daily newspaper, but with the freedom of thought of the American Emperor people, many things are benevolent people wisdom, or it is more appropriate to leave the power of decision to the reader.

“Boss, I have a secret source here, and I don't know if I should tell you...” Andy talked to the newspaper for a while again about Pitcaplain's voice suddenly getting low and listening to the tone of the tangle.

Andy suddenly suddenly, to be honest, he really didn't like hearing about Pete's debriefing. It was so pitiful that he could die if he didn't say so, but since he asked, things couldn't be small, and he had given himself the power, and some scandals made him think about the story himself, and now he's asking himself, Andy really haha.

Taking a deep breath, he asked softly: "Who! ”

“Deb in Washington... ”

Andy's liver trembled the day after the word, interrupting Pitt Kaplan's words loudly: "STOP! FXXK, let's not touch it! Somebody's gonna die! God... ”

Pete Kaplan's face turned dark as ink, and a file bag in his hand was slightly trembling, listening to Andy's curse on the phone, he had to swallow his spit and wait quietly for his little boss to vent his anger.

“Whoo... Whoo... Have you seen the file? Damn it, if you ask me, how could you not have seen it! How many big people are involved... Forget it, you don't have to call anymore. Say it, seal it, let someone else stab this hornet, let's not touch it, even the biggest scandal in 10 years, we don't have to report it, it will force a lot of people to die... ”

“ All right, all right, boss, I know what to do. Just the informant's side? ”

“Wow!" Andy stood up from the bathtub, looked so ugly, dragged down a bath towel, rubbed a few handfuls, went to the waist, smiled coldly: "If this informant is important to you, tell him, pretend this never happened, and of course, he can continue to vote for money for another newspaper, as long as he has his life, once the FBI comes to the door, we won't protect him, go to his son's protection policy! ”

“Cough...” Pitt Kaplan coughed dry and laughed, but he looked very ugly. Seeing his own boss knew about this woman, did the boss also know her, shh, very likely.

Andy, not knowing his subordinates had slandered him in his heart, calmed his emotions and continued to be impatient to ask: “What else? I just want the good news now! ”

“Cough... Oh, there's, there's good news, tomorrow afternoon we're meeting Scarlett Johnson for an interview... Tick!” Pete Kaplan heard a busy noise on the phone before he finished speaking.

Andy chuckled and threw his phone in his bedroom bed and shook his head, "Nima, this Pete is a dead end! I really want to fire him!!! ”

Honestly, he wouldn't have touched the scandal that Pete just said, because there were so many offenders that he might have put the Smiths' political resources in the hole.

I took a satellite phone out of one drawer, dialed the number, and when I wired it up, it was connected right there.

“Grandpa, I received a copy of Deborah Baffrey's information in the newspaper, and I suppressed it. My newspaper won't touch it, but since someone has already released evidence, it's not far from being revealed, that's all I can do... ”

For a long time, Andy skipped his mouth, hung up the satellite phone, relieved himself, and all he could do was get the old man ready.

Deborah Baffrey, known as Washington Old ~!! Shh.

For 13 years, she operated a Y-group that served tens of thousands of dignitaries in Washington. Baffrey arranged yingzhao girls for clients in Washington, D.C., Baltimore and Northern Virginia, mostly Washington Politics JING English, at their home in California by telephone.

Andy knew her because he also had this woman's card, but he never fought, Nima, and once the scandal broke out, it was worse than the scandal he pulled down the leader of the Elephant Party.

Assistant Secretary of State, MPs, military officials, World Bank staff, International Monetary Fund managers...

Andy doesn't dare think down, but he also understands that when someone starts, they can't keep it down. He's heard the introduction. Most of her girls, mostly college students, and women in the military, the police, white collars, government employees are real careers.

To say that Andy was not moved before, he must have been moved, but in previous life he had a somewhat vague memory, knowing that the American Emperor had erupted one of the biggest peach se scandals in modern times, and that the head had “committed suicide” in prison, and the evidence was left to the woman's lawyer, the dead lawyer held the evidence all day long to expose, to publish the brush presence, and ran along the way to die.

To be honest, Andy didn't dare to guarantee that his grandfather was one of his clients, but he didn't dare to take the risk, let alone report the news, for a while, but they didn't necessarily use the Smith family because so many people were jealous, so maybe they could take advantage of the opportunity.

After all, this kind of convocation scandal, honestly, can't kill many of them with a stick, when the wind goes over, huh, you can bite people back.

He's not a superman. He doesn't have such a good mouth. He dares to do anything. Let someone else do it by firing a map gun like this!

Andy, who had just put on a pure cotton casual suit, trembled slightly with his fingers, walked out of the dressing room, picked up his ringing phone from the bed, saw the call indicating that it was Ivana, and picked it up immediately.

”Well, all right, I get it. I'll see you tomorrow night! “

Andy shook his head and laughed, and Nima had only been back in New York for a few hours, and nothing was easy.

Looks like we're gonna be alone tonight!

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