Only peers will have the hatred of Hongguogu!

And Pete Kaplan's hostility to Jon Mitcham also comes from this. After all, once Andy acquires Newsweek, then his status of Pete and The Observer in the boss's mind will be greatly affected, and he will lean towards ing. The diversion of resources and funds is inevitable. Jon Mitcham's own talent and influence in the industry have also left him one or two streets. The threat is great.

"Pitt, you don't have to be so nervous, our goals are different, and the decision is in the hands of Mr. Smith, and I just want to find a good owner for the newspaper that has struggled for decades!"

Jon stared at Pitt with deep eyes, his face calmed down, set his sights again on Andy Smith who was leaving with a celebrity couple, and turned around with two beautiful girls.

"What are they talking about so speculatively?" Andy asked Litton Meister, handing himself the champagne, smiling at Pete and Jon, who smiled as they came over.

"It's okay, let's talk about the bank's loan problem ..." Pete Kaplan gave Jon the right medicine at the right time, and gave him a glance after he said it.

"Oh? How much is Newsweek in debt?" Andy lifted champagne and took a sip, a flash of gleam in his eyes.

"Ahem, about 300 million, but we can streamline the staff to reduce the financial balance ..." Jon Mitcham could not help but hate Pete's sinister heart.

"Redundancies? This is not a good idea. Only if there is no other way to do it! It seems that Jon your newspaper has a lot of trouble, the union? Will it compromise?" Andy's expression became serious, and said to himself Talking to himself, in the end it seemed to have a hard time retreating.

"We can talk to the trade union ..." Jon smiled bitterly, knowing that the hope became slim again, is it really necessary to let the boss hand over to a real estate businessman in his 80s who is about to see God, but imagine that the other party will make a big deal Layoffs to reduce expenses.

"Well? So, I can take over the bank's debt and promise not to lay off a lot of staff. The management will not make major adjustments. I pay $ 1 to buy the losing Newsweek!" Andy smiled slightly. The corners of his mouth turned up, exposing a white tooth, shining brightly under the bright light of the banquet hall.

Watching Jon Mitcham's embarrassed, complex face with a loss of his face leaving, Andy smiled and drank the champagne in the glass, looked at the three people who were standing a little stunned, and laughed softly: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Mum ..."

The three looked at each other and swallowed involuntarily. "Andy, that's Newsweek ..."

Andy looked at Blake Clifty with amusement, and asked, "What about it? More than 300 million debts, a loss of 10 million a year, a bloated department, a difficult union, and a hearty desire to get rid of this huge pit. The boss of the newspaper, I should be very happy to take over them. Originally, I wanted to spend no penny, but think about it, let's say one dollar!

The three looked at Andy's face with a calm smile and talked indifferently. It seemed that he was willing to pay a dollar or something for his face. However, after hearing what he said, it really was such a lost money. Give it to some people in vain.

Seeing Pete's utter endless expression, he handed the wine glass to Liverley, who stared at the little stars, and smiled and said to the two women who are the two charming sisters, "Go and help me with that glass of champagne."

Watching the figure of Suona leaving the two women, she said lightly, "Say something, let's say!"

"Boss, I don't agree with the acquisition of Newsweek!" Pete gritted his teeth secretly, looking serious, and saw Andy's continued expression, and then said, "Since being acquired by the Washington Post in '61," Newsweek's style is getting more and more left. After many incidents, it has been listed in the unpopular blacklist by Washington. Although the acquisition can suppress the internal voice and change the style, it is serious in the blood of their newspaper. Liberal style cannot be easily changed! "

Andy looked at Pete Kaplan with a smile, and said lightly: "It doesn't matter, left is left, isn't there an" Observer "? Since they all talk about freedom of the press, of course, they must accept different voices. Why, worry about being compared? Ever Jon's Newsweek? "

"Oh, why ..." Pete's old face couldn't help but smirk, and then stood up confidently, and said firmly, "They just have a bit more history than us, we can rise against the market, Don't be afraid of any opponent! "

"That's good! To be honest, people still have a tendency. We are fighting on both sides. Every time I see you holding a sealed document bag into my office, I have a headache." Andy said ridiculously.

"Ahem ... The newspaper's situation today is due to your boss's credit. After all, it can withstand the pressure of many parties, and it's all up to the boss!" Pete Kaplan naturally knows why the newspaper can turn a profit and grow rapidly. The first is to have sufficient funds, but the strong background of their own bosses. When reporting some news, there is no need to look forward and backward as before. As long as the red line is not touched, the news reporting is truly independent of the government. This has undoubtedly established a stronger credibility among the people.

"Okay, you don't need to make me flatter, you just pit me hard! I have recently scolded our little flying shoe president. The interview should be about the same. Do n’t yell at it today, and give someone an interview tomorrow. It ’s not kind. ... "Andy grinned angrily. These media people are too thick-skinned, they don't care, they also care about their faces.

"Ahem ... Okay, I know!" Pete Kaplan was blushing again, and in the United States cursing the president is a traditional reserved item. One day, if you do n’t scold everyone, you are not used to each other, except for the most nasty News Corps kneeling. Licking Washington newspapers.

"It's been more than two hours, and time is running out. My stomach is a bit hungry. I want to take two beautiful women to dinner, together?" Andy looked at his watch and said.

"Oh, I won't bother the boss about your date with the two beauties."

Andy shook his head and laughed silently. Leaving Pete toward the two women who were not far away and laughing, after a few words, left his arms left and right, leaving the banquet scene.

The paparazzi reporters squatting at the door saw the three of Andy appear, and immediately beat the chicken blood, one by one with excited red faces and red ears. Is it going to make a big news? The rhythm of threesomes!

The senior paparazzi gave up the opportunity to go around to take pictures, one by one ran back into the car, ready to follow.

In the western restaurant, the three of Andy toasted and toasted, and across the street across the floor-to-ceiling windows, a dozen paparazzi kept taking photos with a long-lens camera, tracking the paparazzi who wanted to make big news in the dark. They angrily went up to choke this group of peers.

Threesome? Hehe, how could Andy do this kind of death! He knows that the paparazzi are following, and swaying for a long time. There will be no transgression. Gentlemen who are very polite all night are polite, there is no ambiguous behavior, as if it is really just for the addition of two women. The hype made by exposure is average.

Perhaps the beauty of New York can only be seen more clearly and thoroughly after night falls. Her beauty, enchanting and blurred, makes people want to approach. Her beauty, magical and seductive, makes people elusive but eager.

Cadillac Mercedes-Benz on the road from Brooklyn to Manhattan is like a steel monster. In the large and comfortable customized rear space, a blushing woman gasps from time to time.

Andy buried her face greedily into the high pink neck, her eyes closed, her face crimson, the crimson, rich and delicate peaks and valleys of Liverley white and charming.

Blake Clifty red lips lightly, murmured, as if thinking something, her blush slightly opened her eyes, the scene she saw regretted.

It seemed that she felt something, Litton raised her head charmingly and looked at Lively's bright red face, put out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth, smiled, and continued to work hard ...

In the half-hour drive from Brooklyn to Manhattan, the paparazzi were helplessly following, hoping to get the big news.