American Fortune Life

When Andy's private plane landed at the airport, he was far away in a French court in Europe. In 2004, the French prosecutors received a report that some French dignitaries had set up secret accounts at Clearstream Bank in Luxembourg to collect money for the sale of weapons. The trial of the illegal commission money laundering case is drawing to a close.

Helmut, a well-known reporter for the European edition of "Newsweek", was quickly typing in his notebook, recording the details of the trial, so that he could sort out an excellent report when he returned.

"Papa--"

The gavel sounded, and at the end of the trial, Helmut did not get up, but continued to type intently. There were people leaving in the aisle around him. When the number of people dwindled, a black leather case His notepad was placed on his laptop abruptly.

Helmut raised his head and looked at the other party annoyed, but what he saw was a figure walking away quickly, with a camel windbreaker and silver hair.

"Hey, sir, you..."

Helmut was a little surprised to find that his yell did not stop the opponent, but accelerated his pace even more, and soon disappeared at the exit of the court. Helmut hurriedly stood up and chased him out, standing at the door , where else can one be found.

He frowned involuntarily, looked down at the black leather notepad in his hand, and looked at the frayed edge. His body froze suddenly, and the hairs all over his body exploded. He looked around with a look of divine light, and found that no one was paying attention. Only then did he squeeze the notepad in his hand and ran back to the court, hurriedly packed up all the things on the table, and left the court quickly.

"Snapped!"

Helmut sat in the corner of a bar and drank a glass of brandy in one gulp. He put the glass on the table, his eyes glowed with anticipation, and he opened the hidden buckle of the black leather notepad with trembling fingers. Excited to open the notepad.

"hiss--"

Helmut's eyes widened, his body trembled slightly, and he took a breath, then continued to turn to the next page with trembling fingers. The more he looked, the more frightened he became, and the faster his heart beat, the content of just 23 pages , causing cold sweat to break out on Helmut's forehead and back, he swallowed with some difficulty, poured himself another glass of brandy, and drank it in one gulp.

"Ahem..."

Suppressing the choking cough, poured another glass and drank it. After suppressing the shock and calming down, it was replaced by excitement and excitement. Just 23 pages of content is definitely a nuclear bomb that can cause an earthquake in the entire French political arena. .

This is a private notebook that records what happened between 1998 and 2003, including many French leaders' DU, illegal behavior, extortion and corruption and other explosive scandals.

It also revealed in detail the many affairs of current President Lao Sa, the details of former President Sion's plastic surgery in Canada in 2003, and the chaotic private life of former Prime Minister Lionel.

If all the contents here are true, in order to cover up the above things, these big shots will definitely use any means. Thinking of this, Helmut, who knows the dark side of this world, immediately became vigilant, looked around, and fastened the notepad , put it in the inner pocket of the suit, quickly put on the windbreaker, grabbed the briefcase, after paying the bill, took a taxi when going out, and went straight to the French office of Newsweek.

"call--"

Mathis, the head of the French branch of "Newsweek", closed the notepad, exhaled a long breath, his face flushed, and with an excited expression, he grasped the notepad in his hand, and looked at the sitting Helmut, who was opposite him, asked, "You really don't know who that person is? Didn't you see the face clearly?"

"No, the other party is quite tall and has white hair. He should be very old. He only saw the back, and the other party didn't plan to meet me at all. Editor-in-chief, what should we do next? Should we report or not?" Helmut frowned Recalling the next explanation.

"The credibility of the content is extremely high. After all, some content has been reported, but it was denied, but it is very detailed.

It is definitely recorded by those who witnessed it, and it may even be done by people from the intelligence department. You must know that after Lao Sa took office as the French president, the General Intelligence Bureau was abolished by him, and a new agency was established. It is not difficult to guess what the people who were kicked out of Sa were doing. It is really too detailed, even their sexual habits. This is definitely the work of the intelligence department.

It seems that someone wants to use us to fight back against the Luxembourg Clearstream case, hehe, well, I have to admit that we were used by them! "

Mathis laughed at himself, his eyes became brighter, and he said to Helmut: "This matter is beyond the scope of our decision-making. After all, several of them are now members of the French core leadership. The most detailed one is the president, who must report to the big boss, and only he can make this decision."

"I think so too." Helmut said with a solemn expression.

As for whether the big boss will be frightened or afraid, they have never thought about this issue. You must know that there are not only one or two political bullies who have been pulled down by the big boss. They are not even afraid of the United States. He will be afraid of France. people? Don't make meow jokes.

However, after all, the matter is of great importance. As subordinates, they can't do it first, they must report it to the big boss. As for how the big boss makes a decision, they can't question it. Anyway, since they can send this kind of thing to "News Weekly" , Naturally, it can also be given to other media. If Newsweek does not report it, it will only miss an opportunity to increase sales.

Washington, America.

Andy had just finished the sumptuous lunch that Li Wanqing specially prepared for him, drinking coffee and chatting with Li Wanqing, Li Wanqing was looking at the photos of little Laura with a digital camera that Andy brought this time, showing happiness from time to time smile.

"It's so beautiful, I really want to hug..."

"Hehe, the key is good genes. Her mother is a great beauty, and I am a super handsome guy. Little Laura is not beautiful, so there is a problem." Andy boasted shamelessly.

Li Wanqing rolled his eyes at him, and said with an angry smile: "Stinky boy, your skin is getting thicker and thicker, the man of the Smith family, hehe, really..."

Speaking of this, Li Wanqing's complexion changed slightly, and then her eyes gleamed coldly, staring at Andy, looking at him a little nervously, and then she heard Li Wanqing asked with some uncertainty: "Tell me, will your father ..."

"Ahem, I promise, my father is very honest! Really..." Andy replied decisively when he heard this.

"You promise?" Li Wanqing's face brightened, then she frowned and asked curiously as she examined her son.

"Ahem, I sent someone to watch him... Don't laugh, and remember to keep it secret, don't let it slip, Mom, I did this for you, so don't mess it up! "

"Heck... Brat, it really is Mom's baby son, that's fine, there are too many dirty things here, everyone wears several masks on their faces, it wasn't for him, I would have moved back to New York a long time ago."

Andy looked at the smile on his mother's face, and also smiled slightly. As for the feelings of cheap father Auston, hehehe.

"Didn't I suggest that you have another one? I also hope to have a younger brother or younger sister."

Li Wanqing gave her son an angry look, but she couldn't help but look at the cute little Laura in the camera.

"We were both young when If firsts aw you..."

Taylor's singing sounded, and Andy picked up the private mobile phone on the side, looked at it, couldn't help frowning slightly, and then said to Li Wanqing: "Mom, I'll answer the call."

"Well, let's go."

Andy took the mobile phone and walked to the back room, and answered the call from Paris. When he saw the display, he guessed that something important had happened. The subordinate bypassed the normal way and directly called his private number. Not an ordinary event.