Both Leberger and Hamson were a little surprised when they saw Chen Yan.

They didn't expect to be Asian.

"This is Mr. Hamson, the editor-in-chief of New Orleans Herald News, and this is Mr. Lerberg, chairman of the New Orleans Channel."

"Sir, don't know what's wrong with you?" Hamson asked.

Chen Yan looked at Portia, and when Portia saw Chen Yan's eyes, she knew that Chen Yan would drive her out again.

Although she was curious, what Chen Yan was going to tell them.

But Portia turned around and left.

"By the way, close the door."

Portia would like to say that I am not your maid.

Unfortunately, Chen Yan didn't give her this opportunity at all.

"Mr. Hamson, Mr. Lerberg, I would like to ask you to help me send a message in your respective media, of course, for a fee."

"What's the news?"

"Have you heard of the haunted toll station on the Seabrook Coast Highway?" Chen Yan asked.

Both were media, of course, heard of this rumor.

However, they didn't understand what Chen Yan meant by saying this.

"Sir, I don't understand what this has to do with what you said." Hamson asked.

"I hope you report this news, while claiming that someone was attacked and killed here."

"Do you want to create social panic?" Leberger asked frowning.

"No, I have my purpose."

"I refuse, I will never broadcast such irresponsible fake news." Leiberg said firmly.

"One million dollars," Chen Yan said.

"I ..." Leberger hesitated.

"Two million dollars."

"This ..." Leberger hesitated.

"Five million dollars."

"Mr. Chen, you need to understand that we need to take a lot of risk for this kind of news." Leiberg looked at Chen Ye with a blinking gaze.

"The door is over there, please. I'll find some big TV stations." Chen Yan said indifferently.

Jokingly, he still has trouble with himself for five million dollars.

Who does he think he is?

It's just a small local TV station.

The market value of the New Orleans Channel is not necessarily $ 10 million.

He has bid $ 5 million, and he is still here.

Lerberg suddenly felt embarrassed and said awkwardly: "Mr. Chen, I mean, in fact, I have heard of this before, so I think we should take some footage to ensure the authenticity of the news."

Hamson glanced at his old friend, an old man of no principle.

"Mr. Chen, my requirements are not high, two million dollars. I will give you a large page to publish this news for three consecutive days."

"Yes," Chen said without bargaining. "But I want this to get bigger and bigger, the more people know, the better, of course. Regarding the truth of this matter, I hope there is no other than the two of you. The three knew. "

"I know."

They accepted Chen Yan's money.

It's not good for other people to report false news.

Chen Ye has nothing, but they must be bad.

"Portia, come in."

Portia pushed in. "Boss."

"Go for two anonymous bank cards, one for $ 5 million and one for $ 2 million."

Portia glanced at the two old men.

It seems they've negotiated.

Although I don't know their specific content.

But for sure.

The content of their conversation will definitely appear in tomorrow's news.

This is also the way Chen Kun thinks.

If Sam and Vicari fail to find out.

Then he deliberately creates a psychic event and then draws the psychic forward.

Of course, if only the rumors of the previous market.

May not be able to attract psychic.

But if it appears in the media.

It would surely let the local psychic know about it.

The price that Chen Yun opened, let alone the local small TV station and small newspapers.

Even frontline media groups can buy it.

But that's not good for Chen Yan.

After all, Chen Ying is attracting local psychiatrists in New Orleans.

Not all psychics in the United States.

Of course, if this doesn't work.

Then Chen Yan has a third move.

Of course, the second trick is already quite pit.

The third move, Chen Yan, was really unwilling to use it.

Chen Ye is now waiting for news.

"Boss, there is a gym in the hotel. You can go to the gym to work out. You don't need to work out in the room every day."

"Is there a gym in the hotel?"

Chen Ye also just knew: "Then accompany me to the gym."

Portia didn't want to go, but there was no way.

Chen Ye asked her to accompany her, and she could only accompany her.

In fact, Portia is not bad.

Although it can not be said that the country is all over the country, at least the appearance is also above the average.

But it is all day long, curling his hair and wearing thick glasses.

Dressed stubbornly as San Wu Nu.

In fact, as long as you think about it, women who are interested in moving towards Hollywood.

How could the looks be too bad.

And Chen Ye had seen Portia's glasses.

She was flat glass, not counting glasses at all.

Chen Ye estimated that she was preventing workplace harassment.

But Chen Yan really didn't expect it.

The rigorous Portia wrapped in weekdays.

After wearing sportswear, it was so expected.

Chen Yan looked at Portia while lifting his dumbbells.

"Posia, don't you have money to buy clothes? Or I'll sponsor you, and you change your usual outfit?"

If Portia can dress up a little bit every day, Chen Yan can also be seductive.

"No need." Portia began with a black face, "In addition, your sentence has constituted harassment, and I have the right to sue you."

"Okay, okay." Chen Yan shrugged helplessly.

Just then, a burly man came over.

"Hey lady, do you need to know about fitness, I'm the fitness coach here." Burly Han's eyes were a little dishonest.

Portia said angrily, "No need."

The burly man turned to Chen Yi: "Miss, has this Asian satisfied you?"

Chen Yun was immediately angry and dropped the dumbbell.

"Gorilla, do you owe it?"

"Skinny monkey, are you talking to me?"

"Any orangutan here besides you?"

The burly man looked at Chen Yan with a grimace on his face, his whole body muscles were bulging, and his chest muscles jumped.

"Did you inject cholesterol into your brain? So your brain is full of hardened cholesterol?"

Generally play fitness, unless it is born burly, such as Gaia.

Many get huge muscles by injecting cholesterol.

It's just insulting to say that in front of a fitness expert.

"Boy, believe it or not, unscrew your head?"

"Can you do it?"