American Fortune Life

The media is an invisible knife and a talking gun. This knife and gun play completely different roles in the hands of different people. Levin

The downturn in the newspaper industry has been going on for a long time. The leaders of the newspaper industry are not ready to meet the challenges of interconnection. One can imagine that a group of elderly people who have stepped into the coffin. It is their sign to seek stability. They are too concerned about costs. The amount of investment will naturally lose the influence of the newspaper's own products.

Andy set foot in the media in order to hold a knife and a gun without caring about the $ 10 million in annual losses and the global influence of 4 million subscriptions, which is a scum.

In addition, as long as the acquisition of Newsweek is completed and the resources of the two newspapers are integrated, he can start to establish a news portal one step in advance, and then launch a mobile news pp to carry out mobile client news push and seize the US market.

He even thought about his name, and he called it today's headline.

Andy was sitting in the office, and the beginning of Fenbishushu listed all the content and modes related to the news portal station in his memory, and made a modular structure diagram.

At the same time, outside the 80-story office building where Newsweek was located, a black Mercedes S600 and two business cars parked in the square in front of the building.

Alvitre stepped down from the Mercedes-Benz car. He pulled the hem of his slim suit with both hands and looked up at the shape of the minaret. The boxy high-rise building can be seen from a high altitude. At the waist of the minaret is the English name billboard of Newsweek.

Al stood in the forefront, followed by eight suits and ties, the spirited n Ying, all eight were financial and legal talents, three of them were think tanks, and the remaining five were from Gaia Adjusted here.

"Remember what I told you before, let's go up and take it!" After that, Al stepped into the building with his head strutting, and the eight people behind him each followed the expressionless briefcase.

"Ding……"

The elevator door opened, and Al's party caught the attention and curiosity of the people on the floor of the newspaper. Looking at the dress and image of this group of people, they can see that they are from Wall Street. Put a folded handkerchief in the upper pocket of the suit ...

The lady at the front desk saw that Al and his party were gone, one with a sweet greeting and the other dialing with a telephone.

Quickly walked out of the newspaper, Jon Mitcham.

"Hello, this is Jon Mitcham, welcome."

"Hello, this is Arvitelle, thank you."

They shook hands and introduced themselves, ignoring the employees who were peeking around here, Jon went on to say, "Please, things are in the conference room, everything is ready."

"Thank you." Al nodded, followed his followers behind Jon, and walked through the somewhat cluttered and busy office lobby with the curiosity of the staff of the newspaper office, walking towards the conference room.

"What are these people for?"

"Who knows, but it looks like the Wall Street guys ..."

"Why did the newspaper find investment?"

"Don't be kidding. Will the guys on Wall Street invest in newspapers?" ...

Looking at the pedestrian who walked into the conference room, the staff of the weekly newspaper office whispered, but some management people knew what the situation was, but the specifics were not very clear.

At about 4 pm, Andy received a call from Ivana, gathered the documents scattered on the desk, put them neatly, put them in the bag, took off the suit from the hanger, put on the coat, and walked out of the office. Seeing his little assistant crossing his hands in front of him, he stood absently at his desk.

"Huh? How's your TV show going?"

"It's just a guest character, it's finished very early ..." Tory's eyes were a little bit resentful. She also knew that the devil's girlfriend had returned, and these days there was no time to deal with her.

"Well, let's get off work early ..." Then he turned and walked towards the elevator with his bodyguard.

Tory sat down in his seat a little downcast, sighed, and read the newspaper this morning. If you do n’t envy it, it ’s fake. Jewelry is second. The main thing is that the devil is tender to Ivana. Favorite, unfortunately she knows why she exists and has dreamed up some scenes, but she understands her position very well. She is not a fool, and some things are not what she should think at all.

Andy returned home and saw that the living room was getting messy again. Five professionals were busy around Ivana in a white bathrobe.

"My dear, you are back." Ivana stretched her neck, pursed her red lips, and waited for a kiss. Andy shook her head and smiled, even before the coat was taken off, and went forward to send a kiss.

For this older sister, who is several years older than herself, more and more likes to coquettish herself, Andy can only cope with it. After all, Ivana is such a personality. In addition to her work, she can show her strong ability. At other times, she wants to show Andy her own weak and gentle side.

When Andy comes out of the bath, the maid has helped him make some food. The reason why he does n’t like any receptions and dinners, especially the rich people in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, New York, not only need to remember a lot of names and families In the background, I have to talk with a smile on my face, and Nima has nothing to eat but can only drink a glass of red wine and champagne.

"My dear, give me a veal ..."

Andy inserts a tender veal with a fork, walks out of the restaurant, and arrives at Ivana, who can only sit honestly on the seat and is manipulated by a makeup artist, stylist, and manicurist, and sends the beef to her red lips. side.

"Thank you, can you have a sip of wine?"

Andy had a look that you would say so, and stretched out another hand from behind, raised an eyebrow, and handed the wine glass to her lips.

"Giggle ..." Ivana smiled like a crescent moon, her long eyelashes blinked, her lips attached to the glass, and Andy raised her hand slightly, letting her drink a sip of wine.

After serving the slightly sticky Ivana, Andy returned to the restaurant and ate his dinner.

"Ivana, the love between the two of you is really enviable, it is so good." The manicurist brushed her nail polish while sighing through a mask.

"Giggle, thank you." Ivana smiled and smiled. She likes to be admired by others, to show others her happiness, and can't wait to let all Americans know how sweet her love is.

Andy held Ivana's arm from both hands behind him, looking at the white evening dress in the mirror. The black waist belt was tied with a large black bow behind him, similar to the kimono in a foot basin, and the black ribbon was lowered to the Fishtail mops skirt.

"Perfect, stunning! It's really beautiful, you will be the only princess at the cocktail party at night!" Andy bowed her head and was sniffing on her white and slender pink neck, sometimes kissing.

Ivana's face was flush with a pink neck, her eyes were closed, her lips and nose made a faint humming sound, her neck was long and sensitive, and she couldn't resist Andy's provocation.

Opening her eyes sharply, she turned her head and looked at Andy's chest lightly, "Don't make a fool, we should go!"

Andy froze, and the expression of your wicked sue first said: "I just kissed a few times, and you hummed yourself to enjoy it, but instead said that I was fooling ..."

Ivana stretched out her jade hand and covered her mouth, still wanting to tease Andy's mouth. Her eyes were full of shame, and her face flushed with red threats: "Don't say it! Let me sleep on the sofa! "

Andy's eyes widened, and she looked at a proud expression of Ivana, took away her jade hand, and asked in surprise: "how do you ..."

"Giggle, it was Auntie Wanqing who told me ..." Ivana, who smiled happily, looked sly, and Andy raised a black line on his forehead, pretending to ask indifferently: "What else did she tell you? "

"Giggle, there are a few more. Auntie said those that do not work well for you, such as not cooking and washing clothes for you, letting you do housework, swiping your card, and not giving pocket money, these are not Yes, it only works if you sleep on the sofa! "

"Ahem ..." Andy can only say that this is very heavenly. Fortunately, his mother is also a b, and he does not know the true ability of a heavenly woman.

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