American Fortune Life

In the afternoon, Andy stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the 10,000 card Deluxe Suite living room, smiling and making phone calls, looking down at the media reporters surrounding the hotel building.

“The day after tomorrow's dinner, are you coming or not... ”

“What am I gonna do? Oh, I don't want to see you and Miss Kim in front of me in love, well, I'm hanging up, and I'll know in a few days that I'm not pregnant, and if not, I'll come to you before the movie starts... ”

Hearing the busy noise coming from her phone, Andy shook her head helplessly and grinned. Queen Cylon was so direct, Nima, how strange.

Put your phone in your pants pocket and walk back to the central sofa area of the living room, where the think-tank converted the entire living room into almost a conference room.

The coffee table was covered with a variety of documents, and the television cabinet was completely blocked by two moving scripts listing the geographical names of the cities in which 31 weekly branches were located, as well as the problems of the various branches.

Jon Micham, the current editor-in-chief of Newsweek, turned ugly, sweating his forehead, moving his butt on the couch from time to time, like a needle felt, because the think-tank had investigated so many problems in such a short time, most importantly financial, that he did not expect them to be so serious.

When Andy sat back on the couch, Jon Micham looked ashamed and said, "Boss, I... ”

“Well, Jon, I don't blame you, to be honest, if it weren't for this acquisition, I'm sure no one would have thought of so many problems with the branches, and before the weekly magazine was too eager for a global layout, once and for all.

By the way, Jon, I'm going to add a CEO to the newspaper to manage the administration and finance of the newspaper. You can put jing on the weekly content in the future. I hope that the weekly magazine doesn't have a slight drop in the traditional advantages of in-depth reporting and current affairs review. After all, this is how our weekly magazine is renowned for the world, no problem! ”

Andy had a curly corner of his mouth, a slight smile on his face, a pair of eyes that looked incredibly deep, and Jon Micham's thoughts were very complicated, but thinking of all the problems he had just heard, he sighed in his heart and said with a bitter smile to the new boss: "I apologize for my lack of managerial skills, boss, I totally agree with the introduction of good managers. ”

“Very well, Jon. Thank you for your support! Al, the plan can start. Find an accounting firm. You arrange for a think tank member to lead the team and form four teams. Start with the four branches with serious problems. After the evidence is confirmed, if you can consciously make up for the loss of the newspaper, get them out of here. If you can't, call the police directly! ”

Andy looked at Alvitelli sitting beside him and said in a cold tone.

“Got it, boss. ”

Andy looked at Jon Micham again, without any fluctuations in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Jon, you don't blame me for being a little aggressive! ”

“No, not at all. I can't wait to call the cops right now and catch them, you fucking assholes!” Jon Micham said with some teeth-cutting.

“Oh, there are some grey areas for historic businesses, especially the speed and size of the expansion of the branches in previous weeks is really a little blind, I hear you want to open a European edition? Slow down and wait for everything to get better!” Andy patted himself on the thigh, stood up and laughed at the think-tank crowd.

”These days have been hard for everyone, the Turkish bath here is very nice, Ivana personally visited the introduction and supervised the construction, you can go relax, after the dinner, you have a lot of work to do, all two days hurry and rest, heh, well, go rest. ”

After watching the crowd pack their things and leave in turn, the room returned to quiet, turned on the TV, Andy's nest on the couch, watched the news broadcast on the TV, his photos occupied the screens of multiple news channels, and he laughed proudly. Isn't that what he wants?

Meanwhile, in the conference room of the cp international hotel, Ivana sat first and arranged work for everyone. On the writing board behind her, was a plan for the lobby of the dinner. She wondered if the president would attend as promised, but the previous security checks would still have to be carried out, and once the president was confirmed, the Secret Service would send someone to take over the security here first.

Ivana's trust in Andy giving herself the preparation for this dinner is unquestionably tremendous and troublesome, but Ivana doesn't care about the trouble, she is very excited, after all, this dinner is remarkable, the guests present can be said to be the true power core of the country, which means a lot to her, to this hotel.

For the first time ever, she will stand on the stage of the National Center of Power in the United States, because that night it will undoubtedly be a great event for Andy and her both to be feasting as hosts on the celebrities of all Washington's centers of power, including the President.

You know, maybe in Washington's social circle, with the exception of the Graham family, few people can do that, and of course, the Graham family can't do that, but the president's staff do frequent visitors to their family banquets.

Unlike Andy, the Smiths, as an old political family, have been operating for centuries, and the old Smiths are well placed to guarantee the rank and number of guests invited to dinner.

Not to mention Andy Smith, the youngest billionaire, the new media tycoon, who, at age 22, owns two newspapers with enormous influence in the United States, one with 74 years of history, four million subscriptions worldwide, and the other with 20 years of history, affecting the country's richest Manhattan region.

This is undoubtedly a tremendous resource, and politicians will never miss knowing the youngest billionaire with a strong political background and powerful resources.

After scheduling her work, Ivana returned to her room, named after her, with another breakdown and discussion in the banquet hall.

Watching the living room, turning on the TV, lying on the sofa, sleeping Andy, Ivana's pretty face couldn't help but smile, herself busy downstairs tired, her boyfriend well, upstairs snoring and sleeping.

Walked over to sit next to him, looked at his handsome face, couldn't help but smile, stood up, walked back to the bedroom and took out a blanket to cover him.

Picking up the remote, I was about to turn off the TV, see Andy's picture on the TV, and the discussions between the three moderators.

“ Andy Smith is only 22 years old this year, and I think he's undoubtedly the youngest and most influential businessman in America. ”

“Ladies and gentlemen, as I understand it, the New York Observer newspaper has integrated several regional newspapers in New York and is planning to launch a daily newspaper, which is now shrinking considerably in the paper market, while Andy Smith is going against the water, and I don't know what you think. ”

Turn off the TV, Ivana's eyes are filled with infinite tenderness and love, and her little boyfriend is letting the American public talk about him and follow him.

The most profound feeling about Washington's buzz today is that of Auston Smith, the new elephant party political novel, who gave birth to a good son, who just walked out of the Capitol building and was surrounded by long-awaited journalists with water that almost didn't scare the guards protecting him to death.

Auston, who can only keep an elegant gentleman smiling, hates his son, and these reporters, who can't interview Andy and get first-hand news, can only cover the side of the story, and the easiest interview is undoubtedly the new political Din Auston in Washington.

Answering a few questions, saying how I felt, and feeling proud of Andy's accomplishments, it was easy to squeeze out a group of reporters under the bodyguard's driveway and get in the car.

“Son of a bitch, you're giving me trouble...” As Auston was crushing his thoughts with a faint voice, he heard his assistant in the co-pilot's position looking admirably back at him and congratulating him: “Congratulations, Mr. Smith, your son is amazing... ”

“Thank you...“ Auston's face showed a slight smile, his mouth twitched twice, hey, the son is too brilliant, when his father's presence dropped in a straight line, there won't be any Andy Smith's father's fingers in the future ignore the name...