American Fortune Life

After sunset, Mercedes-Benz's Cadillac Escalade on the expansive highway was smooth and slightly bulky. The windows in the rear of the car were completely covered by sun curtains. The rear gear panels in the car also rose early, and the custom-made interior materials reached an astonishing level of sound insulation.

“Disgusting... ”

Ivana blushed almost red, slapped Andy in the chest, gasped and held Andy's neck, placed her chin on his shoulder, and prevented Andy from continuing to flirt with her.

Buzz...

Andy leaned his head back and pressed his chin against Ivana's shoulder, his neck held by her dead body, his hands stretched out of his trouser pockets and his phone passed through Ivana's armpit to look in front of him.

When I saw the call, I couldn't help but faintly smile at the corner of my mouth and say softly to Ivana, “Honey, let me loosen my arm and I'll take the call. ”

Ivana unwrapped Andy's neck and the redness on her face made her more delicate. Her long eyelashes fluttered like broomsticks. You know, Andy never cared about her phone as long as she was with herself when it was bad for her. Even if it kept ringing, he wouldn't go back until he had cleaned himself up. Today he actually made an exception and would naturally be curious.

Andy stretched out his right finger to his mouth and shouted softly. Then he thought of something. He put his finger in his mouth and licked it. He picked out his eyebrows and replaced them with Ivana's pettiness.

“Hello, I'm Andy Smith. Hello, Mr. Micham... ”

Andy squints his eyes and listens to Jon on the phone, his other hand is not idle at all, and the big white baby in the round-the-circle of his day and night thoughts is right in front of him, naturally he can't let go.

“Oh, Jon, whatever you have, just say it, I don't like circling... ”

“Well, Mr. Smith, here's the thing... ”

Jon Micham grinned and heard that the other party was a little impatient. The young people are really impatient right now. Hey, who makes people want to be their own bosses, maybe in the future.

Turns out, at the last moment of this morning's video conference, Jon Micham struck out Andy, and everyone else, apart from his rival Leonard Jr., was very stunned. As someone who ate the bowl of media in the HSD, the Donald family was no match for their mother, Mrs. Kay, whose classic battle was to beat the then president, Watergate, with her own media. With the death of Mrs. Kay in '01, the White House was also getting worse and worse at the Post.

But as newspaper tycoons, decades of operations, in the HSD area, they don't have anyone in the Graham family to pinch. Knowing HSD is what makes the White Smith family more relevant and influential.

Starting at the end of last year, and for the most recent time, to say who was most popular with HSD politicians at the banquet was undoubtedly political novelist Auston Smith, while the name mentioned most often was Andy Smith, it seemed that a lot of people had an acquiescence, and regardless of who was in that position, a lot of people would say thank you to Andy's dad, Auston.

Big brother is not in the river and lake, but there are legends all over the river and lake.

And Donald, who is well-informed, naturally knows why, because he knows, that's why he's more curious and appreciative of Andy Smith, and can suppress the enormous temptation to abandon that list and the peach scandal that can cause the world to blow, and he has to say, it takes a lot of courage and grandeur view.

Of course, while the Smiths are now the most beneficial family, all parts of the DC area are very grateful to Andy Smith for his unclean ass.

In fact, I don't care who the Graham family handed over Newsweek to, to be honest, they're not really media enthusiasts like Mrs. Kay, they're more like profit maximizing merchants, otherwise they wouldn't be selling the HSD Postal Group, the media empire, to Amazon's Besos in the near future, and they don't care if the money comes in.

As long as they can get rid of this heavy burden of debt, they are happy to get rid of it while taking advantage of the opportunity to meet or maintain some connections and squeeze out the final residual value of the weekly journal, unfortunately before that, Sidney Haman intended to consider it.

And now Jon Micham plays this ace, Andy Smith, and everybody sees new choices.

Catherine Graham looked across the street at the disfigured editor of the Post, Leonard Jr., who had strained himself several times in the process of familiarizing herself with the Post, and he was the one who had forced Sidney Haman to take over the weekly magazine, none of which was haunted, so she did not hesitate to support Jon's offer to support him and Andy Smith in his contacts, not only throwing out the bags, but also digging deep behind Leonard Jr. 's back deal to kick this stumbling block.

“Oh, Jon, to be honest with you, I have a detailed plan for the media, which is to lay it out as part of my career, and I look at your abilities, believe me, we'll get along fine, and welcome you to join us! ”

Andy was lucky to hear Jon Micham's full account, as if he were a candidate, and even to say his analytical speculations for Andy's information, to have such a familiar understanding of everything to help him analyze them.

Andy did not feel belittled or distrustful for Jon Micham's betrayal of the original East House. After all, Jon struggled to die as an abandoned son, and his decision was only to protect himself. Unemployment was very painful for them, who were accustomed to being editor-in-chief, and for JING Englishmen in the middle age, especially when the scenery was infinite, and it was the fallout that hurt them the most.

Some would say, "Can you still be afraid of losing your job?" Don't be ridiculous, but what's the difference? What about the pay structure? The paperwork is depressing. The newspapers are all a carrot and a pit, editor-in-chief? Oh, a middle-level leader for you? Watching each other, drinking and shouting at you, shushing.

“Thank you, Mr. Smith, I won't disappoint you. In two days, Ms. Catherine Graham will come to New York to negotiate a trade union plaque on Newsweek, and she hopes to meet with you to discuss the weekly issue, preferring you to take over from Ms. Catherine over Sidney Harman, and I don't think you'll be surprised, you'll soon have 4 million copies of Newsweek! ”

Andy listened to Jon Micham, apologized, smiled bitterly and said sorry.

Ivana frowned painfully, twisting Andy's lumbar flesh hard, clapping Andy's hand open with a chill, tumbling up her BAR, pulling her sweater down and tidying it up, her hands wrapped around her chest against the car seat.