American Fortune Life

The Washington Post Building in DC, USA.

In the large and bright conference room, Kay Graham, the pioneer publisher of "Washington Post", the eldest son of this legendary woman, Donald, who was the CEO of The Washington Post Company at the time, Larry Weymouth, the daughter of Kay, editor-in-chief Leonard Downey, Jr. and Katherine Weymouth, granddaughter of fourth-generation publisher Kay, who is preparing to take over the family newspaper as an intern, sit at a conference table, listening to Jon Meacham's work on the monitor report.

However, the serious expressions on the faces of everyone present made even Jon Meacham in New York feel depressed for a while, and the bitterness in his heart was even more difficult to understand.

"Thank you, Jon, you have done a perfect job. Then, I'll let you talk about it, Catherine..." Donald, the CEO of the Post, turned his attention to his niece Catherine.

Jon looked at the capable woman in the video who was dressed in a white OL suit and had blond shawl hair. She was about 30 or 40 years old. As the next CEO of the Post Company, she had already begun to slowly take over the company's decision-making.

"Jon, after a while, the company will arrange for an associate editor to go to the weekly magazine, and you should help him understand the weekly situation as much as possible..."

Jon Meacham's mind buzzed and he fell into consternation, with a dull expression on his face, causing Post's CEO Donald to wave his hand and interrupt Catherine, who was still chattering.

"Jon, you know, the newspaper market is shrinking sharply now, and "Newsweek" has been losing money for two consecutive years, and the amount has already increased by 13 million. In the next three years, this amount may increase to 50 million. The company cannot continue to transfuse blood To the weekly magazine, and the bank repayment period is three years later, the board of directors of the company decided to find a new owner for the "Newsweek magazine."

Jon Meacham's lips trembled slightly. After taking a deep breath, he forced an ugly smile on his face and asked, "Chairman, may I know who will be next?"

"Of course, my mother's good friend, American electronics giant Sidney Harman."

Jon couldn't help but smiled wryly. Is it really him? He looked at his chairman, "Chairman, how much is Mr. Harman willing to pay to take over the weekly magazine?"

"Ha~" The editor-in-chief of the Post, Leonard Downey Jr., made a weird voice, his eyes were fixed on the pen in his hand, and there was a vague smile on the corner of his mouth. Anyone with a discerning eye could see the sarcasm in it .

Looking up, seeing everyone looking at him, little Leonard didn't seem to care about Jon's cannibalistic eyes in the video, and said lightly: "Jon, you know the situation of the weekly magazine better than anyone else, and there are people who are willing to bear the burden." Debt is already hard to come by. The deputy editor sent to the weekly magazine this time was sent by Mr. Harman to familiarize himself with the situation. Mr. Harman promised to retain most of the management, but layoffs are necessary. I hope you can cooperate well with the other party and the labor union s contact."

"You..." Jon looked at the other party's proud and contemptuous face, trembling slightly with anger. If he could kill people with his eyes through the screen, little Leonard would have been pierced by thousands of arrows.

"Okay!" CEO Donald stopped wiping his glasses, interrupted in a cold voice, put on his glasses again, glanced at his confidant Leonard, and turned his gaze to Jon on the monitor.

"Jon, you know, there is no way to do this. The current economic environment and the newspaper market are not good. The debt of the weekly magazine is not a small number. Mr. Harman is willing to take over because of the friendship between our two families. All debts, as for you, you have two choices, one is to continue to serve as the editor-in-chief of the weekly, and the other is to transfer back to the headquarters."

Jon Meacham's heart is really cold. It seems that the fate of the weekly magazine being dumped like garbage is hard to change. Seeing the mocking smile on the corner of the mouth of his nemesis Leonard Jr., and looking at it, it has nothing to do with his silence. Ms. Larry, only young Catherine shook her head imperceptibly.

call. . .

Jon Meacham gritted his teeth secretly, looked ahead firmly, and said to Donald: "Chairman,

Mr. Harman is over 80 years old this year. I think this is not a good candidate. If the condition is to bear all the debts, I have a better candidate here. I don’t know if the chairman is interested in listening to it! "

Little Leonard, who was still somewhat complacent, changed slightly. Just as he was about to stop Jon from continuing, he heard a soft female voice: "Oh? Is there anyone else interested in the weekly magazine? Who is it?"

"Genius writer, billionaire, upstart in the publishing industry, Andy Smith, the grandson of Mr. Smith, the elephant party whip!"

. . . . . .

"Ah Choo!"

Andy held a bright red rose in his hand. As soon as he got out of the car, he sneezed, stretched out his hand and rubbed his nose, muttered something unhappily, and walked quickly into the private apron of Kennedy Airport.

Watching the plane not far away slowly taxiing to a stop, the hanging ladder car is in place, the cabin door is opened, a long golden hair is flying in the cold wind, a pair of big sunglasses is on the beautiful face, and she is wearing a A blue cashmere coat with double rows of golden buttons, a pair of slender and fair legs are exposed, black-headed five-point high-heeled shoes, and a white bag on her shoulders. The corners of her mouth are very curved, and she has a happy smile on her face. Ivana, with red lips and bright teeth, stood on the hanging ladder and waved to Andy below.

"Welcome home, dear!" Andy walked forward with a charming smile, stretched out his hand to support Ivana who was walking down the hanging ladder carefully, and presented roses.

"Thank you, my dear, the flowers are beautiful..." Ivana, who smiled very sweetly, took the red rose, held Andy's hand, looked at her lover with tenderness in her eyes and praised, but unfortunately she hasn't said anything yet After finishing, she was pulled into her arms, her red lips were covered, and then her lips and tongue were tangled together crazily.

Ivana grabbed the rose, wrapped her arms around Andy's neck, raised her toes, closed her eyes tightly, and felt her boyfriend's passionate kiss.

"Hoo hoo..."

The fair and pretty face was flushed, her eyes were blurred, and she was breathing heavily. The deep kiss just now almost made her suffocate.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, my dear, you've grown a lot!" Andy squinted his eyes slightly, and whispered in Ivana's ear, who was still in a daze.

"I hate it..." Ivana regained her clarity, lay in Andy's arms, beat his chest a little bit annoyed, and said coquettishly, but she was still worrying in her heart, did I get fat again? Nope. . .

"I love your plump body so much, I want to die directly on your body..."

Andy lay in Ivana's ear as if no one else was there, speaking sweet words that made her angry.

Ivana's beautiful eyes almost overflowed with spring water, her red lips trembled slightly and said softly: "Andy, I miss you too..."

As he said that, he stretched out a soft little hand that was a bit cool and caressed Andy's cheek, his eyes were full of love and tenderness, which could almost melt people.

The two kissed each other deeply again, embracing each other tightly, as if they wanted to rub each other into their bodies. At this moment, Ivana's heart was swept away from the worries raised by the reports she had seen. , she felt Andy's deep affection for her and the missing feeling that made her extremely happy.

After parting lips for a long time, Ivana blushed and lay in Andy's arms, hugged tightly by him, walked to Andy's car a little erratically, and got into the car.