Washington, DC, USA, The Washington Post Building.

In the large and bright conference room, the Washington Post pioneer publisher Kay Graham, the eldest son of the legendary woman, was the CEO of Washington Post Donald, and Kay's daughter Larry Weymouth, editor-in-chief Leonard Downey Jr. and Catherine Weymouth, the granddaughter of Kay, the fourth-generation publisher who is already preparing to take over the family newspaper, are sitting at the conference table, listening to Jon Mitcham's work on the display report.

However, the serious expression on everyone's face made Jon Mitcham in New York feel depressed for a while, and the bitterness in his heart was even harder to understand.

"Thank you, Jon, you have done a perfect job. Then, it is up to Catherine to tell you ..." The post's ceo Donald set his sights on her niece, Catherine.

Jon looked at the white ol suit and golden shawl in the video. The capable woman, about thirty or forty years old, as the post company's next CEO, has slowly taken over the company's decision-making.

"Jon, after a while, the company will arrange a deputy editor to go to the weekly magazine. You should help him understand the situation of the weekly magazine as much as possible ..."

Jon Mitcham's head buzzed into a panic, and with a dull expression on his face, the Post's eo Donald waved to interrupt Catherine, who was still talking.

"Jon, you know, now the newspaper market is shrinking sharply, and Newsweek has been losing money for two consecutive years, and the amount has reached 13 million. In the next three years, this amount may increase to 50 million, and the company cannot continue to have blood transfusions. To the weekly magazine, and three years later, the bank repayment period, the company's board of directors decided to find a new owner for Newsweek. "

Jon Mitcham's lips trembled a little, and after taking a deep breath, an ugly smile on his face asked, "Chairman, can I know who the next ten is?"

"Of course, my mother's good friend, Sidney Harman, the American electronics giant."

Jon couldn't help grinning. Was it really him, staring at his chairman, "Chairman, how much is Mr. Harman willing to pay for the weekly?"

"Ha ~" The editor-in-chief of the Post, Leonard Downey, with a weird voice, stared at the sign pen in his hand, with the slightest smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. .

Looking up, watching everyone look at themselves, Leonard didn't seem to care about Jon's eye-catching look in the video, and said lightly: "Jon, you know better than anyone in the weekly situation, and some people are willing to take on Debts are hard to come by. The deputy editor-in-chief sent to the weekly magazine is Mr. Harman who has been familiar with the situation. Mr. Harman promised to retain most of the management, but layoffs are necessary. I hope you can cooperate with the other party and the union. s contact."

"You ..." Jon looked at the other person's contemptuous face, his body trembling slightly. If he could kill someone with his eyes across the screen, Leonard would have been pierced by Wan Jian.

"Okay!" Eo Donald stopped while wiping his glasses, interrupted in a cold voice, put on his glasses again, glanced at his own confidant Leonard, and looked at Jon on the monitor.

"Jon, you know, this is also no way out. Now the economic environment and the market for newspapers are not in good shape. The debts of the weekly magazine are not a small number. Mr. Harman is willing to take over because of the friendship between the two of us. All the debt, as for you, you have two options. One is to continue to be the editor-in-chief of the weekly magazine and the other is to transfer back to headquarters. "

Jon Mitcham's heart is really cold, the fate of the weekly magazine being thrown away like garbage seems to be difficult to change, seeing the mocking smile on the corner of little Leonard's mouth, and looking at the silence all the time. Ms. Larry, only the young Catherine shook her head slightly.

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Jon Mitcham secretly gritted his teeth and stared firmly forward, saying to Donald, "Chairman, Mr. Harman is over eighty years old this year. I don't think this is a good candidate. On this condition, I have a better candidate here. I wonder if the chairman is interested in listening! "

The little proud Leonard had changed a little. As soon as he wanted to stop Jon from continuing, he heard a soft female voice: "Oh? Anyone interested in the weekly magazine? Who is it?"

"Genius writer, billionaire, upstart in the publishing industry, and grandson of the Elephant Party party whip old Smith Andy Smith!" ...

"A sneeze!"

Andy was holding a bright red rose in his hand. As soon as he got out of the car, he sneezed, stretched out his hands, rubbed his nose, muttered a few words in his mouth, and quickly walked into the private apron of Kennedy Airport.

Watching the airplane slowly taxiing to a stop, the ladder car was in place, the cabin door opened, a long blond hair flying in the cold wind, a beautiful face wearing a pair of large sunglasses, wearing a piece of Double row of blue cashmere coats with golden buttons, a pair of slender and fair-looking beautiful legs exposed, pink-headed five-point heels and high heels, a white bag on the shoulders, a large arc on the corner of the mouth, a happy smile on the face, Ivana, with red lips and glaring teeth, stood on the ladder and waved to Andy below.

"Welcome home, dear!" Andy stepped forward with a charming smile, stretched out her hand to support Ivana who had carefully stepped down the ladder, and sent roses.

"Thank you, dear, the flowers are beautiful ..." Ivana, who smiled so sweetly, took the red rose and shook Andy's hand, her eyes full of tenderness and gazing at her lover, but unfortunately she had not finished her words , Was pulled into her arms, her red lips were covered, and then her lips and tongues were entangled frantically.

Ivana grabbed Rose, wrapped her arms around Andy's neck, tilted her toes, closed her eyes, and felt her boyfriend's warm kiss.

"Woohoo ..."

Her fair face turned red, her eyes were blurry, her mouth was breathing, her deep kiss just choked her.

"I haven't seen you in a few days, my dear, you are plump again!" Andy narrowed his eyes, whispered into Ivana's ear, still drunk.

"Hate ..." Ivana returned to Qingming, lay on Andy's arms, and stunned his chest with a little annoyance, whispered, but still murmured in fear, was I fat again? Nope……

"I love your fat body, I want to die directly on you ..."

Andy was lying beside Ivana's ears without a word, and said a sweet word that made her angry.

Ivana's beautiful eyes almost overflowed with **** water, and Hongyan's lips trembled softly and said, "Andy, I miss you too ..."

He said that he stretched out a little cool soft hand and stroked Andy's cheek. His eyes were full of love and tenderness, which could almost melt people.

The two kissed each other again deeply, hugging each other deadly, as if trying to rub each other into their own bodies. At this moment, the worries raised by the reports I've seen in her heart were swept away. She felt Andy's affection for her and the kind of miss that made her extremely happy.

For a long time, Ivana blushed and lay face in Andy's arms. He was tightly pinched by him. He strayed to Andy's car and got into the car.