American Fortune Life

Undoubtedly the most delightful person in the publishing world in New York recently is Peter Kaplan, editor-in-chief of The New York Observer, who every day looks happy. JING Qi God has undergone a revolutionary transformation. The happiest thing is his wife, who is now getting QING cracked more and more times.

Forty-year-olds are ready for their third child, and this second spring is definitely here.

“Boss, our World Observer is selling more than 200,000 dollars a day, and while it's unparalleled with the New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, it's enough to make people happy. ”

Pitt Kaplan handed Andy a data file in his hand, and Andy took a look at it and shook his head and said, “Not bad, but the subscription is okay as a starter, and at least it's going to exceed the circulation of the New York Journal by 500,000, ranking among the top 10 newspapers in New York. ”

The corner of Pete Kaplan's mouth had to be smoked, and that was not the usual difficulty. After all, a new newspaper, in order to open the market, was not that simple, unless the sword went out of the way.

“I wanted to ask if the next issue of the weekly newspaper, which is going to cover commentary, would cause dissatisfaction among the Jewish community?” Andy gave Pete back the sample of the next weekly magazine that had just arrived.

Pete took it, looked at it, and laughed softly: “There was also a lot of controversy among Jews about this, and I don't know what the embassy in New York thought. This controversial coma can be made, and I spoke to Jon on the phone earlier, and they would comment on it. ”

Andy helplessly stepped up, and to be honest, he really didn't want to poke the Jewish question, politically incorrect, who let people control most of America's resources, "So do it, watch the language, and don't target the Israelis and their communities. ”

“I understand, boss, don't worry, it won't get you in trouble.” Pete Kaplan also knows that the boss cannot bypass the Jews of the United States if he wants to take a business route. The former newspaper boss was a Jew and naturally did not have to worry about these sprays, so he should spray them, but now the young boss is not, it may be unfriendly to spray them, after all, their nerves are a little too sensitive.

“Well, I'm going back to Los Angeles tomorrow. Call me if you need anything. Of course, don't...” Andy looked at Pete with a headache and said helplessly.

Pete naturally knows what the boss means, laughs very much JIAN fraud, why the newspaper sales will rise so fast, has a direct relationship to the news content of the report, without the previous restraints, that's really getting harder and harder to comment, the inside scandal of the line newspaper received or anything, and dare not hesitate to see the newspaper, of course, the key is that the newspaper now has a very large financial base, which is a virtuous circle for valuable informants.

Andy left the newspaper and went home to play a game of shame with her doctor and patient, accompanied by Ivana.

Ivana, a patient who was injected by a doctor like Andy, had a lot of “adverse reactions", like abdominal pain, convulsions, limb paralysis, confusion. CPR, Andy, as a senior physician, is naturally mastered as an exotic technique, an emergency rescue or something, and it's still very successful.

In the morning, when Andy walked away, he gave another injection to patient Ivana in Bed 1 to consolidate the treatment effect. Indeed, one injection went down, and after pulling it out, it quickly worked, and the patient fell asleep sweetly.

Andy walked into the bathroom, took a bath, changed his clothes, kissed Ivana on her face, said goodbye to her confused girlfriend, and left the apartment after picking up her luggage.

Separation is annoying, so Andy loves it this way, everyone is happy, and before he leaves, he is also fully comfortable and can sleep on the plane.

Picking up the assistant, looking at her in casual clothes, walking out of the apartment door with a travel bag, wearing a baseball cap, hair spread out and a facial appearance, it seems that this little girl also has experience flying long distances.

In the car, Tory Blake took two food boxes out of his travel bag, and twice as many sealed coffee cups, opened the business desk, "Boss, this is the breakfast I made for you, eat while it's hot. ”

Andy looked at the food in the box, the fried eggs, the toast, the bacon, the chopped steak, the vegetables, the fork that Tory handed over, and he ate it, "Did you eat it? ”

“Have you eaten? Is it good?” Tory asked a little happily.

“Well, not bad, the coffee's a little hot, blow me...” Andy was eating and waking.

Tory, like a little maid, blew a hot cup of coffee with a tissue in his hand, ready to be handed to the Great Demon King.

“The beef is a little old, but it's well marinated, and you have a heart.” Andy ate quickly, reached for the tissue and wiped his mouth, picked up a cup of coffee at the right temperature and was in a good mood.

Tory Blake Marley packed up the transparent lunch box, took out a bag, packed the garbage, and took out the newspaper and handed it over to Andy.

Andy picked up the newspaper, looked at the assistant and disappeared for a few days, but the little girl was becoming more and more likely to serve...

Flying through the long skies, after six hours, the plane landed in sunny California at noon, with either a little salty sea breeze or warm sunshine, every Californian looks relaxed, and spring is the norm in California.

Whoa, whoa...

Putong--

Andy jumped into a crystal clear pool with two long-suffering Dubins. Fast silver and witches are now strong, and while Andy is away, the training center is where they often go to learn to watch home, defend and attack.

“Witch, you bad girl, don't bully fast silver... Ha ha, help... I drowned, stupid dog, what are you running for? ”

With a beach sun hat stuck in fake flowers, a pair of white framed sunglasses, a white bikini, just finished wiping sunscreen, drinking a cold watermelon juice Tory Black on a lounger, I couldn't help but turn a white eye, the Great Demon King is sometimes really childish.

“Quick silver, you stupid, white grows so much meat. Idiot, don't show your belly... You're a doggie, not a doggie!” Andy sat by the pool, clamping his arms around the head of Quick Silver, counting down constantly, watching Quick Silver lie down playing scoundrel, bending his forelimbs, illuminating his belly, wanting Andy to touch it.

Witches ripped off the edge of the pool from the water and jumped ashore, followed by a wild swing of water beads, splashing Andy all over her body, walking to the other side, licking Andy's cheek in her tongue.

Andy reached out and touched her head, and the witch looked like she was enjoying herself, lying down and putting her head on the marble edge of the pool.

Knock...

Quick silver, which was supposed to be a scoundrel, and witches who enjoyed touching the ground stood up, all four ears standing up, staring dead in one direction.

Andy looked over at the eyes of the two dogs and found a puppy in a tree outside the villa pushing the shutter with the camera constantly.

“These fucking assholes, they're really spelling... Tory, watch out, there's paparazzi.” Andy turned around and looked at the long white legs, and Tory Black, whose white swimming pants had been strangled into a line, cautioned.

Tory hurried toward his legs, pulled a white towel over him, put the drink cup down, and wrapped it around his waist.

Andy was a little speechless. He was going to let her stay tonight. He could eat, he could be a pillow. Nima, now it's over. Tonight she dares to stay. Tomorrow morning the paper dares to read the picture and talk.

Less than two hours after I landed, I was being watched by paparazzi. This group of people is really shady.

He went to school this afternoon, eliminated the fake, and applied to the college for an early final exam. However, Andy didn't seem to have much hope. He had more than a month to complete the exam. He couldn't even wait for the summer vacation. Besides, he didn't run the school, he could do whatever he wanted. He was a real coward and could complete his credits and graduate directly.

The point is that Andy has had too much time off this year and not enough credits. Looks like he's really going to face Coach Alexei's neglect.

Because universities in California are generally seasonal, that is, four semesters a year, spring, summer, autumn, winter, two and a half months each semester, with a very compact curriculum, and a minimum of three semesters per school year, each student needs to earn an average of 14-18 credits per semester, and Andy is so high on leave that he can only earn some credits from the community.