American Fortune Life

Only a fellow traveler can have red fruit hatred!

And Pitt Kaplan's hostility toward Jon Micham stems from this. After all, once Andy acquires Newsweek, his position with Peter and the Observer in the boss's mind will be greatly affected. His preference for xing, resources, and the diversion of funds is inevitable. Jon Micham's own talents and influence in the industry will also dump himself a street or two, and the threat is great.

“Pete, you don't have to be so nervous, we have different goals, and Mr. Smith has the decision, and I'm just trying to find a good owner for a newspaper that's been working for decades! ”

Jon stared deeply at Pete, regained his face, and turned his attention again to Andy Smith, who was bidding farewell to a couple of celebrities, turning around with two beautiful girls.

“What are you two talking about so speculative?” Andy took the champagne Lipton Maester handed to him and asked with a smile to Peter and Jon, who looked at themselves coming over.

“Nothing. Besides, the bank's loan problem...” Pete Kaplan didn't miss his chance to put Jon on eye drops and looked at him when he finished.

“Oh, how much does Newsweek owe?” Andy lifted the champagne, took a sip, and his eyes flashed.

“Cough, about 300 million more, but we can do people JING Jane to reduce the balance of payments...” Jon Micham couldn't help but hate Peter's insidiousness.

“Redundancy? That's not a good idea. It's the only way to do it! Looks like you're in a lot of trouble, Jon. Where's the union? Will you compromise?” Andy's expression got more serious, talking to himself, and finally seemed to have some difficulty retreating.

“The union we can talk about...” Jon grinned, knowing that hope was once again diminishing and that it was rare to really let the owner give it to a real estate dealer in his 80s who was about to meet God. It was conceivable that the other party would cut spending with a daunting cut.

“Hmm? Well, I can take over the bank's debt, and promise not to lay off a lot, management doesn't make a big adjustment, and I buy the loss-making Newsweek for $1!” Andy smiled slightly, his mouth curled, his white teeth revealed, and the banquet hall lit with bright lights.

Watching Jon Micham leave with some damned, lost complexity, Andy smiles and drinks the champagne in his glass, looking at the three people standing there staring at each other, smiling softly: “Why are you looking at me like that? ”

“Grunting... ”

The three of them looked at each other and swallowed their own mouths, “Andy, that's Newsweek... ”

Andy looked at Blacklifery funny, and he said, "So what? 300 million in debt, 10 million in speed losses each year, an overcrowded department, a tough union, and the owner of a newspaper who wanted to get out of this huge pit, they'd be happy to take over. I was thinking about not spending a penny, but, think about it, it's a dollar. ”

The three of them looked at Andy's face with a smile on his face and spoke softly. It seemed that he was willing to pay a dollar or a very honorable thing, but after listening to him, really, this kind of compensation was really given to some people for nothing, and they didn't dare to ask for it.

Seeing Pete's YU words stop, he handed the glass to Lively, the star, smiling and saying to the two women who had become his two little sisters: "Go help me with that glass of champagne. ”

Looking at the shadow of the two women leaving, she said softly: "Say something! ”

“Boss, I don't approve of buying Newsweek!” Pete bites his teeth in the dark, says seriously, sees Andy show his continued expression, and goes on to say: "Since its acquisition by the Washington Post in '61, the style of Newsweek has become more and more left-handed and has been on the unpopular blacklist in Washington, D.C., and although the acquisition can push internal voices and change style, the serious liberal style flowing through their newspaper's blood will not be easily changed! ”

Andy looked at Pete Kaplan with a smile and said, “It doesn't matter, left to left, isn't there an Observer? Since they all say press freedom, then of course they have to accept different voices. Why, are you worried about being compared to Jon's Newsweek? ”

“Oh, how could...” Pete's old face couldn't help but smile and then confidently pushed his body back, his eyes firmly said: “They're just a little bit more historical than we are, and we can rise up against the market without fear of any opponent! ”

“That's good! Honestly, I still have a tendency. We fight on both sides. Every time I see you in my office with a sealed file bag, I get a headache.” Andy said with no hesitation.

“Cough... The newspaper can have this situation today, all thanks to the boss, after all, it can withstand multiple pressures, all thanks to the boss!” Pitkaplan naturally knows that newspapers can reverse their losses and thrive rapidly because, once they have sufficient funds, they have a strong background in their own bosses. When covering some news, they don't have to look as far back as they used to, so long as they don't touch the red line, they really do achieve the DU's autonomous xing outside the government, which undoubtedly builds stronger credibility among the population.

“Come on, don't kiss my ass, just fuck me! Don't yell at our little flying shoes president lately. The interview should be about the same. Don't yell at him today. I'll give him an interview tomorrow. That's very unkind...” Andy smiled angrily, and these media people were so thick, they didn't care, they cared about their faces.

“Cough... Okay, I get it!” Once again, Pitt Kaplan is blushing, scolding the President in the United States is a traditional retention project, and everyone gets used to not scolding each other for a day, except for the newspapers in Washington who are kneeling under the banner of the most stinking newsgroup.

“It's been over two hours, the time is almost up, I'm a little hungry, I'm taking two beautiful women to dinner, shall we?” Andy looked at the watch and said.

“Oh, I won't bother the boss with your date with two beautiful women. ”

Andy shook his head without a word and laughed, leaving Pete facing the two women who were standing not far away laughing. After a few words, he left the banquet with his arms on his left and right.

The paparazzi reporters who squatted at the door saw Andy three show up and immediately hit the chicken blood, an excited face red ear, is there a big news? The rhythm of the three of us!

Senior paparazzi gave up the opportunity to go around and take pictures, each running back into the car, ready to follow.

In the western restaurant, Andy and the three of them had laughed and raised their glasses and drank, and across the street from the floor window, a dozen puppies kept shooting with long cameras, stalking the puppies who wanted to shoot the big news in the dark and trying to strangle them.

A threesome? Oh, how could Andy do such a death! Knowing that paparazzi are following, there will naturally be no transcendental behavior, very gentleman all night, courteous dining, no vague behavior, as if it was just a speculation to increase the exposure of both women.

The beauty of New York, perhaps, can only be seen more truthfully and thoroughly after nightfall. Her beauty, her obsession, makes people want to get close. Her beauty, her magic and her metaphorical beauty, her uncertainty and her passion.

Mercedes' Cadillac on the road to Manhattan in Brooklyn is like a steel monster, spacious and comfortable in a customized rear row, with blushing women sighing from time to time.

Andy greedily buried his face high in the pink neck, closed his eyes, and his face was bright red with a white, rich peak and a charming groove.

Blacklifery's red lips flickered and she murmured, seemed to think of something, her blush slightly opened her eyes, and the scene she saw made her regret it.

It seemed to feel something, Lipton looked up delicately at Lively's beautiful red face, stretched out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, laughed and continued to bury his head...

Over a half-hour drive from Brooklyn to Manhattan, the paparazzi were helpless and bitter followers, hoping to get some big news.