American Fortune Life

HSD Post Building, DC, USA.

In the lenient and bright conference room, Kay Graham, the pioneer publisher of the HSD Post, the legendary woman's eldest son, Donald, then CEO of the HSD Post Company, Larry Weymouth, daughter of Kay, editor-in-chief Leonard Downey, Jr., and Katherine Weymouth, granddaughter of Kay, the fourth generation of publishers already preparing to take on an internship in the family newspaper, sat at the table and listened to Jon Micham's work debrief on the monitor.

But the seriousness of the look on the faces of the people in this room makes it even more difficult to understand the bitterness in Jon Micham's heart, even in New York, when he feels a bit repressed.

“Thank you, Jon. You're doing a great job. So, next up, Catherine, you say...” Donald, CEO of the Post, looked at his niece Catherine.

Jon glanced at the white OL suit in the video, the golden cape hair, and a capable woman of about thirty or forty years of age, as the next CEO of the postal service, who had slowly begun to take full over the company's decisions.

“Jon, after a while, the company will arrange for an associate editor to go to the weekly, and you will try to help him understand the weekly... ”

Jon Micham's head was stunned and his face was stunned, causing Donald, CEO of the Post, to wave and interrupt Catherine, who was still chatting.

“Jon, you know, now that the newspaper market is shrinking sharply, and Newsweek has lost 13 million dollars for two consecutive years, that's probably going to increase to 50 million over the next three years, the company can't keep transfusing blood to the weekly, and three years later it's the bank repayment period, and the board of directors decided to find a new host for Newsweek. ”

Jon Micham's lips trembled slightly, and after taking a deep breath, he squeezed an ugly smile on his face and asked, "Chairman, can I know who's next? ”

“Of course, my mother's good friend, the American electronics giant Sidney. Haman.”

Jon couldn't help laughing, was it him, staring at his chairman, “Chairman, how much would Mr. Harman pay to take over the weekly magazine? ”

“Ha ~" the editor-in-chief of the newspaper who made a strange noise, Leonard Donnie Jr., stared at the signature pen he was playing with in his hand, and the corner of his mouth hung with a slight smile. Everyone with a bright eye could see the irony.

Looking up, watching everyone look at themselves, Leonard Jr. doesn't seem to care about the way Jon looks at people in the video, and he says faintly: "Jon, you know more about the weekly magazine than anyone, and it's hard to get someone willing to take on the debt. The Deputy Editor-in-Chief of this weekly assignment was sent by Mr. Harman to familiarize himself with the situation. Mr. Harman promised to retain most of the management, but the layoffs were necessary and I hope that you will cooperate with each other and the union in their contacts. ”

“You...” Jon looked at the other person's smug mouth, his qi body trembled slightly, and if he could kill people with his eyes across the screen, little Leonard would have been dressed with arrows.

“Okay!” ceo Donald stopped rubbing his glasses, interrupting coldly, putting his glasses back on, glancing at his heart, little Leonard, and looking at Jon on the monitor.

“Jon, you know, there's no other way. The economic environment and the newspaper market are now depressed, the weekly debt is not a small number, and Mr. Harman is willing to take over, and because of the friendship between the two of us, he's willing to take over the entire debt. As for you, there are two options, one is to continue as editor-in-chief of the weekly and the other is to move back to headquarters. ”

Jon Micham's heart was really cold and cold. The fate of the weekly magazine being dumped like garbage seemed difficult to change. Seeing the mocking smile on the corner of Little Leonard's mouth from the dead, he looked again at Ms. Larry, who had been silent and irrelevant, only young Catherine shook her head slightly.

Whoo...

Jon Micham bites his teeth in the dark and looks firmly ahead and says to Donald: "Chairman, Mr. Harman is in his eighties this year, I don't think this is a good candidate. If it's just a debt burden, I have a better candidate here, I don't know if the chairman would be interested to hear it! ”

There was a slightly different look on Leonard's face, and just trying to stop Jon from continuing, he heard a delicate woman shouting: "Oh? Anyone else interested in a weekly magazine? Who is it?"

“Genius writer, billionaire, new to the publishing world, Andy Smith, grandson of Mr. Smith the Old Whip of the Elephant Party! ”

“Sneeze! ”

Andy, holding a bright red rose in his hand, sneezed and rubbed his nose as soon as he got out of the car. He mumbled a few words in his mouth and quickly walked into Kennedy Airport's private apron.

Watching the plane not far away slowly glide to a stop, the ladder car in position, the cabin door open, a long blonde hair dancing in the cold wind, a large pair of sunglasses on her beautiful face, a blue cashmere coat with a double row of golden buttons, a pair of long white legs showing up, pink black heels, a satchel with a white bag, a huge curvature at the corner of her mouth, a happy smile on her face, a bright red lip, Ivana standing on the suspension and waving her hand down Andy.

“Welcome home, darling!” Andy smiled charmingly and went forward, reaching out and holding onto Ivana, who carefully walked down the suspension ladder, to deliver the rose.

“Thank you, darling, the flowers are beautiful...” Ivana, smiling so sweetly, took over the red rose and held Andy's hand, her eyes full of tenderness watching her lover sigh. Unfortunately, before she finished, she was caught in her arms and her red lips were covered.

Ivana grabbed the rose, wrapped her arms around Andy's neck, curled her toes, closed her eyes and felt her boyfriend's warm kiss.

“Hoo-hoo... ”

Her beautiful white face was red, her eyes were lost, her mouth was wide breathing, and the kiss just now almost choked her.

“It's been a few days, darling. You look so beautiful again!” Andy squinted his eyes and whispered in Ivana's ear, still intoxicated.

“Disgusting...” Ivana regained clarity, lay down in Andy's arms, punched him in the chest with a bit of shame, jealousy, but still worried about mumbling. Am I fat again? No...

“I love you so much, I want to die directly on you... ”

No one beside Andy lay down in Ivana's ear and spoke the sweet words that made her shy.

Ivana raised the fog in her beautiful eyes and her lips trembled softly and said: "Andy, I miss you so much too... ”

He said reaching out a little cool and soft and caressing Andy's cheek, his eyes filled with love and tenderness, almost melting.

Once again, they kissed each other deeply and held each other tightly. At this moment, the fears raised by the stories Ivana had seen swept away, and she felt Andy's deep feelings for her and the kind of thoughts that made her so happy.

For a long time, Ivana blushed, lay in Andy's arms, held tight by him, and some slipped into Andy's car and got in.