American Fortune Life

To be honest, Andy has a lot of worries about the scandal being carried out by his newspaper. After all, Tom's old fritters, which have been in the political arena for decades, are not normal without any means. The most important thing is that the interests of the money laundering group are too large. The New York Observer directly overturned the table, breaking the financial path of many people, and making many people unhappy.

Andy wouldn't be foolish to think that the freedom of the press promoted by the US emperor is shit. Gary is still dead. The "Dark Alliance" in 1996 offended the CIA and was discredited by the mainstream US media at the time. This eventually led to the career of journalists The forced end, just two years ago, in 2004, was a weird suicide at home.

Also, Moses, who reported the US JUN scandal last year, was also imprisoned for a long time. After coming out, he still faces the blockade of the entire industry.

Therefore, the US's freedom of the press is all shit, and most of the media are privately owned and manipulated by consortia and enterprises. The ultimate goal of these giants to run media companies is to maximize their benefits. The constraints and restrictions of the interests of the Group. For example, after Murdoch's acquisition of The Times, he asked editorials to listen to the boss. Do they have different opinions? Fired the editor directly.

There is also the exchange of interests with Washington, the pressure on government and other influences on the media and their bosses. Media bosses control journalists and news reports. These practices are sometimes open and sometimes very covert.

Andy certainly understands this. After all, the purpose of reporting the scandal is not simple, but also for the benefit of the family.

So he was very concerned about the response from Washington, and the television broadcast in Washington was locked all afternoon.

Sure enough, Tom chose to dispel the rumor, looking at the old man with white hair, and snarling loudly with a pale face. This was stigma. When it was framed, Andy's brows frowned. He knew that trouble was coming.

In the evening, Auston returned home with a little embarrassment. With a look of exhaustion, he walked into the door and said to Andy with a somber expression: "Tom chose stubbornness and talks with your grandpa broke down. Now the elephants are right Tom has lost his trust, but he is very uninterested, and he may run out of danger. You need to prepare early. "

Andy was not nervous after listening. After all, a tiger without minions who had lost the overall strength of the elephant, although able to make a final counterattack, was just dying.

Andy said with a smirk: "It's nothing more than using some of his hole cards, the whitewash of the media, and the use of force to threaten the press. It seems to have to match the FBI."

On the morning of October 2nd, the weather was not important. A group of more than a dozen people in black suits got off several Chevrolet business cars and quickly passed the front door of the building congested by some reporters. Feeling nervous.

However, this pair of black suits was surprised that their arrival did not cause panic among the staff of the "New York Observer" newspaper. Instead, many cameras aimed at them constantly pressing the shutter.

"Everyone, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Our editor-in-chief is waiting for you in the conference room." A middle-aged, fat man in the Mediterranean, said to the two men in black sunglasses with a grimace.

The two agents couldn't help sinking, staring at each other, and led the two men to the meeting room, followed by the fat man, and the rest of the suit men quickly scattered around the lobby of the newspaper office, silently watching the surrounding newspaper offices. Employees.

When the door of the conference room was opened, the two sunglasses detectives were confused by the battle inside.

Pete Kaplan sits in the middle position, standing behind the wall are two tall and sturdy macho men, sitting on the right hand side of a row of JING British men who seem to have waxed suits, smiling. Looked at them.

"Sit down, everyone." Pete Kaplan stood up with a kind smile on his face, stretched his fingers to the left of the row of seats, and seemed to care nothing about who the other person was, as enthusiastic as meeting a friend.

The agent with the flat head on the left took off his sunglasses, took out his credentials from his pocket, and said indifferently, "We are the FBI for the purpose of Speaker Tom and the money laundering group reported by your newspaper. I hope Mr. Kaplan can cooperate Our investigation informed us of relevant evidence and informants who provided clues ... "

Pete Kaplan pouted his lips, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled back at the five well-dressed JINGs behind him.

One middle-aged man with Phnom Penh glasses showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He stepped out of the group, squinting and staring at the opening agent. "I am the chief representative of the New York Observer's lawyers team. Attorney, my client has the right to refuse your request! "

"You ..." The constipated expression on the face of the leading agent, knowing that they are not birds at all, the FBI is sometimes a great deterrent to some people, but to those who have a strong background and are not guilty Shit is not. The emperor said that Bai is still a money society, and it is also a legal country. Rich people play rules. Everyone plays in this framework. No problem. If one of them wants to play moths, everyone is not bad. Who is afraid of money.

This time they dispatched to trouble the "Observer" newspaper and put pressure on the newspaper. Everyone also knew who had used the power of these people. They just ordered it and they executed it. However, they did not expect that the other newspaper was already waiting. They came to the door, punched them in the cotton, and stabbed internal injuries.

"It's about money laundering groups. We need to have solid evidence and arrest criminal suspects. We need to remind you that these evidence clues are important now. We need to block the news. Once leaked, let the suspects know in advance and escape. Overseas, we will sue you for obstructing official business! "Said another leading agent with a cold face.

The glasses lawyer's face was not good and he just wanted to refute. Pete Kaplan smiled and waved to stop: "Everyone standing like this is not a solution, just sit down and talk."

He stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture, and then re-sit back to the position with the lawyers of the lawyers group, and looked at the two agents smiling at each other with a smile.

The two leading detectives knew that they could not take people forcibly and could only walk silently to the other side and sit down.

Pete Kaplan's expression suddenly turned right, and he said solemnly, "Under the Freedom of the Press Act, our newspaper has the right to protect the informant who provided me with clues. Of course, without jeopardizing national security, this matter is certain now. It does not involve national security. All, sorry, your request was rejected by our newspaper! "

The faces of the two agents turned black suddenly. Before they came, they were ordered by their boss. They must take the evidence and control the informant. Look at Pete Kaplan's meaning. He stood up and started talking. The detective reached out and pulled out a document from his suit pocket. He opened it and showed it to Pete. He said coldly, "This is a subpoena. Now we need Mr. Kaplan and I to go Visit our headquarters to cooperate with the investigation of the money laundering group case, and at the same time we need to seal all documents and evidence about this case ... "

Pete Kaplan squinted and looked at the subpoena file in the other's hands, and looked back at the frowning chief lawyer. The other side was trying to speak out and refused to cooperate with the investigation. After all, this was the power of the US imperial citizen.

Just then, a triangle speaker on the table in the conference room made a sound, "Pete, you can go with them or give them a copy of your evidence. Your safety Kenny and Dolby will guarantee it! Talk to Deputy Editor Henry, add a special issue, publish all documents and evidence about the scandal, and let the staff of the newspaper work overtime. I will see the newspaper tomorrow morning and tell them that overtime is $ 1,000 per person. The rest of Bert is up to you. Follow the legal procedures. That's it! "

As soon as the voice fell, I heard the sound of a hanging call in the intercom. The conference room was strangely quiet for dozens of seconds. Pete Kaplan stood up first and said, "You have heard it, and I can cooperate with you to your headquarters. Investigate, but the news will still be reported tomorrow morning! "

"No, you can't do this ..." one of the agents exclaimed in a desperate anger, but was interrupted by a lawyer named Albert with a sneer before he finished, "We can! We have the right to do so ! "

"At the same time, my client only cooperates with your investigation and has the right to remain silent. The evidence has been agreed to give you a copy. You still have enough time to identify and arrest the suspect. All our newspapers have fulfilled their obligations. We refused to cooperate with all other unreasonable demands! "Albert said with a sneer, watching the other side's ever-changing expression.

The two FBI agents stared at each other silently, and they also guessed who the owner of the voice in the phone was just now, Andy Smith, the boss behind this newspaper, the youngest billionaire, and the director of the Congressional Appropriations Committee. Grandson of Smith.

Thinking of the gray-haired, always-smiling old Smith, the two could not help shivering, Nima, if this offends this, the FBI will really only be able to eat bran puff.

Before they came, they knew the situation of the newspaper and Andy Smith. They thought they were elephant fans, and they wouldn't do anything about it. Maybe there is some talk. Now it seems that Nima's water is a little bit Deep, Andy Smith didn't even care what they meant. He just lifted the table and angered them. This is the rhythm of pulling Tom off the horse and burying him alive.