American Legendary Life

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"Jiaxin, how about you?"

Li Zitao looked at Tong Jiaxin, who was smiling ‘kengkeng’, and wondered what she planned for the future.

"I?"

Tong Jiaxin raised his head and said with a pair of innocent eyes: "What I want to do most is to work at LANC."

"Unfortunately, I didn't get the last internship." This was Tong Jiaxin's most regrettable thing two weeks ago.

Now, what she regrets most is that she didn't eat the lime fragrant sturgeon the night before.

"What do you want to do most?" Li Zitao looked at her and asked.

"LANC." Tong Jiaxin repeated.

"I mean, you like the LANC newspaper the most. Do you want to work at headquarters?"

The clerical work at the headquarters is not very compatible with her profession. There are only public relations, administration and management.

Many people even don't understand how newspapers are printed.

"Los Angeles Times, it's him!" Tong Jiaxin affirmed.

"You want an internship at the Los Angeles Times."

"Correct."

"You got it." Li Zitao said lightly.

"What?" Tong Jiaxin was confused, what happened, what did she get?

"I said, if you get the internship you want, Evelyn will arrange it." Li Zitao pointed to Evelyn next to him and smiled.

"Leave it to me." Evelyn nodded in response.

"How to do it?" Tong Jiaxin was even more confused.

They are talking about the most influential newspaper in the United States, even if it is just an internship.

"I know Harry Chandley, we are... golfers, in the same golf and country club!"

Li Zitao is proud of himself, and the reason he thought of is impeccable.

"Do you really know Harry Chandre, the president of LANC?" Tong Jiayao looked at him with the same incredible expression as her sister.

Harry Chandley, anyone who knows something about the press, will know this name like a jerk.

President of News Corporation, world newspaper tycoon, Harry Chandley.

He is a frequent visitor to the front pages of major news newspapers and Time Magazine. Who would not know him?

"Yes, do you want to see him?"

"Can you?" Tong Jiaxin stood up excitedly.

The exaggerated performance made Li Zitao smile: "Ho, in private, he is just an ordinary old man, there is nothing to be excited about."

"You are right, but I am a journalist, and Harry Chandley is like to me...like a giant in this industry, a beacon to look up to, do you understand?"

"probably……"

Lighthouse, giant?

Well, Li Zitao must admit that he is a little unhappy.

Especially after seeing Tong Jiaxin's full of expectant eyes, this unhappiness became more serious.

But who made him choose to be Bruce, not Charlie Lee.

‘Do it yourself! ’

It is agreed to take the Tong sisters to see Harry Chandley tomorrow, and Li Zitao and Evelyn will drive to the airport.

They are going to Palm Bay, Seagull Country Club.

The name sounds earthy, and the decoration inside...is also earthy.

But this is where they are going to have a meeting. The big sword is ready, and it hangs on the head of the ‘Most High’.

Li Zitao was very worried, and the steel cable with the "big sword" suddenly broke.

That sword can penetrate the body of the ‘Most High’ and nail him to the floor as a specimen.

"Hey, brothers." Li Zitao greeted all the sitting brothers.

"Hi, brother." The crowd responded indifferently.

Silently shrugged, it felt good.

At least you don’t have to remember everyone’s name, just a ‘brother’ and it’s done.

"Everyone is here, cough, cough...cough cough cough..." The Holy Supreme coughed as if he was about to die.

There are more folds on the face of the dead tree.

"Damian, are you okay?" Li Zitao looked up anxiously.

He was considering whether he should call an ambulance to stop at the door or send him directly to the Osborne Health Center.

However, the nursing center there seems to be focused on mental illness...

"Ahem, ahem, me, ahem... good." Damian's assistant brought his medicine and finally let him survive.

"What's the matter this time?" Li Zitao looked at everyone, everyone being very serious.

"We are going to war!" The guy sitting across from him was a proud Englishman.

He always holds his head up, as if looking down at you with his nostrils.

"Who is going to war against?" Li Zitao asked.

"East Asia, Cuba, Vietnam, those **** red people!"

"So... are you going to provoke a third world war?"

"I think you overestimated their abilities."

Faced with Li Zitao's questioning, the other party refused to give up and retorted: "Or some of us don't want this to happen?"

This arrogant **** with a hooked nose is named Richard Henry, the Duke.

He controls BAE, British Aerospace Aviation, one of the world's largest aerospace manufacturing industries.

An absolute industry giant, a powerful monster that can compete with Boeing.

"Ho, why would anyone think so, Henry, don't be kidding." Lawrence called haha, UU reading www.uukānshu.com relieved Li Zitao.

"Lawrence, it's okay."

Li Zitao raised his hand and smiled, stopping others from speaking, "Henry is right, that's what I think."

One sentence made everyone's hearts lifted, and their eyes were full of tension.

Is he going to have a showdown at today's meeting?

What benefits will this bring him, except to make him a public enemy of the world!

"I don't want a war to happen, Henry, I don't know what's wrong with this?" Li Zitao asked with a face full of surprise.

"My wife...Princess Adelaide, the respected Madame Mary."

"She spends 7 to 8 months every year on charity, to appease the children of war-torn countries and rebuild their homes for them.

It is also necessary to make sure that they have food and drink, and will not die of cholera disease, or be lewd or slaughtered by the soldiers. "

"The Li Charity Foundation invests eight figures in this matter every year, did you know?" Li Zitao stood on the moral high ground as soon as he came up.

Condescendingly, like a giant overlooking the tiny, unworthy Duke Henry.

"You... don't think that putting on a glamorous disguise can cover up what you are doing."

"what's up?"

Li Zitao didn't seem to understand what he was talking about. He placed his hands in front of him, his eyes blurred and his expression dazed.

"Are you referring to those charities? Maybe you should go and talk to the refugees and homeless people inside, or you should go to Cape Town and see the people there."

Li Zitao stood up suddenly, with sharp eyes, looking at him with impact and roaring: "You should look into the eyes of those who have died and tell them that their death is deserved. Because they blocked your way to make money, they I should go home and cut my neck with a blunt kitchen knife..."