American Fortune Life

“Boom!”

In a luxuriously spacious office, Judd's face was dark as ink, his chest fluctuated rapidly, his handsome face became a little blushed and his eyes looked a little red in front of him. Computer monitors sprinkled with electric sparks on the floor, a mess on the desk, and the latest issue of Newsweek had been torn apart.

“FXXK! Son of a bitch, why is Newsweek targeting me... ”

“Buzz... ”

Judd, who also wanted to curse, looked at the phone on the table vibrating, grabbed it and answered: "Who is it? I'm Judd KSN... ”

“Who did you offend in New York?” A dull voice made Judd, who was still furious, immediately behave.

“Dad, I've never offended anyone! I don't understand why the bloody Weekly News is digging up my past... ”

“ Well, it seems that some people in New York don't like our arrival, maybe your business plan is undermining the interests of some people, but that makes me more comfortable with your plan to expedite the acquisition of 666 Fifth Avenue, with a 1.9 billion quote from the counterparty! ”

There was also a stir in Judd's hazy heart, and he pressed it down and took a deep breath and said, "Dad, I can keep the price down a little bit... ”

“Well, now that someone's coming after you, do you think they won't have the means to follow up? I heard from an acquaintance that recently Newsweek seems to have been acquired. After a while, they won't be staring at you. After all, the new boss will consolidate the newspaper. Also, don't be so high-profile lately, after the acquisition is completed, I will convene a board of directors to take over the position of president. ”

Judd looked stunned, his mouth slightly open, swallowed his saliva, slowly dropped his grip on the phone and placed his trembling hand in his ear, then ecstatic, “Finally, I let go, I finally took over the group... Ha ha.”

The KSN Group, as a family business, of which it is conceivable that Judd's father is notorious for using indiscriminate methods to retaliate against his sister. Even the Jews do not like this compatriot very much. Judd, 24, is now able to act as president, largely because his father's reputation stinks, and he is a bit of a business head himself, but his father did not give a clear answer to the burden of taking over the family business. After all, he also has a sister, brother, and other directors of the family.

I didn't expect Newsweek to turn his back this time, completely collapsed the image of the Jing Ying generation that he had been running. The donation of money to college diplomas was revealed and he was dishonored, but unexpectedly, it gave him the power he had always dreamed of.

“Damn, who framed me behind my back...” Sitting on the boss's chair, holding his chin with his hands crossed, his eyes slightly squinted, his teeth bitten and his grim eyes stared at Newsweek, which had been torn apart on the table.

Upper East Side of Manhattan.

An unexpected ray of sunshine into the messy bedroom, the whole room filled with intense ambiguity and a hint of raw truffle that lasted for a long time.

After a very small tiredness, the silence was restored, only two breathing sounds remained evenly, feeling the numbness of her arms, Andy woke up from her sleep, rubbing her sleeping eyes, looking down at the corner of her mouth with a sweet smile, curling in her arms sleeping Ivana, showing a little pity on her face, watching as her eyes had dried up, breathing a sigh of turbidity.

Andy sniffed the smell of the room and wrinkled his eyebrows, but didn't dare to move. He feared that he was tired of waking up. Ivana in a coma could only close her eyes again, withstood the numbness of her arms and went back to sleep.

“Ahhh...” Ivana was covered in her arrogant upper circumference with soft silk, lying on a big pillow on the bed, growing up and beating her mouth, all sore and powerless, especially the long, straight legs she was proud of, almost tired of moving.

Andy was wearing a nightgown, holding a garbage bag, bending over to pick up a bunch of paper towels from the carpet, and three pairs of still slightly wet drawstring stockings stuffed into the garbage bag and picked up a bottle of SystemJO Top xx oil.

Ivana's reddish face showed shame and snorted coldly, ignoring Andy's badly smiled silk stockings on her fingers, her white belly biting a little dry red lips, remembering the mess she had last night, reaching out and grabbing a pillow from the side and throwing it out.

“Bang!”

Andy was smashed in the face, shrugged his shoulders, tied his garbage bag tight, threw it in the corner, walked back to the bed, slightly lifted Ivana's delicate body, leaned against the bed and took her into her arms, softly said: "You were so charming last night! ”

“Disgusting...” Ivana hid her red face in Andy's arms and hit him in the chest with her hands, and she knew her emotions were a little out of control last night.

“By the way, go out and get my cell phone. I'm going to call for a vacation. I'm sure I won't be able to work today. Can you stay home with me?” Ivana was shy for a few minutes and seemed to have something in mind, her arms supporting her and directing Andy.

“Well, I'll go out and get it. I'm afraid not this morning. I have an important meeting to hold. The Newsweek thing cannot be delayed for too long. I have to complete the handover as soon as possible. I have a series of plans to implement. I'll be back at noon... ”

Ivana looked at her boyfriend's tall back, slightly faint and shy.

To think that Andy, like a giant bear, was covering her whole body, leaving him to manipulate, reaching over her hot, beautiful face, and whispering in disgrace: “I must be crazy... ”

Andy bent over and kissed Ivana's reddish cheek for breakfast and said with a smile: "I'm off to work first. ”

Ivana just nodded and continued to have a big bite of breakfast. She needed to replenish her strength and energy. Now her legs are shaking a little and she doesn't even want to see the delightful smile on the face of the fighter.

Long lines, the sophisticated Maybach S600 races along the New York road, comfortably soft administrative seats, Andy approaching the height of a meter and nine, and plenty of room for him to stretch his legs.

The corners of his mouth soared slightly, smiling proudly, but the chills in his eyes were uncomfortable. Closed to Newsweek, the news he wanted was already out. Judd must be angry now to find out who his enemies were, huh?

Honestly, there's really no need to retaliate against Judd at all. After all, it's just another world thing. If Andy has already got what belongs to the other side, why are you staring at people like that?

It has to be said that any ordinary person who owns everything Andy has now will be morbidly insecure and uncertain about XING, and the more he gets, the more he fears losing it, and the more he worries about the inertia of history, because no matter how many things he changes, inertia will self-correct, which is the most deadly thing to say that he doesn't worry about it is false.

Rich, powerful and energetic, naturally will want to do everything possible to preserve what they have, bite like mad dogs, and is actually a way of relieving the subconscious lack of security and uncertainty about crossing itself in Andy.

After all, passive waiting is very torturous and helpless. Instead of taking the initiative, grasp the initiative and control the development of things, you don't have to worry about the suspicious ghost. Anyway, it's no trouble. The other party's dead life has nothing to do with him, as long as you can rest assured.

Besides, his resentment of Judd began to accumulate as soon as he finished screwing Ivana. If he could handle Judd, why not, he was idle and idle anyway, and the blow to the opposite was from morning to night.

As soon as this story comes out, the image of JING English that Judd has created over the years has become a complete joke. Although it is not as serious as academic falsification, lying dishonesty is enough to make Judd drink a pot, depressing. This is a deadly stain in American society. Do you want to clean up? Save it!