American Fortune Life

The media is an invisible knife and a conversational gun, and this knife and gun play completely different roles in the hands of different people. Le Wen

The recession in the newspaper industry has lasted for a long time, and the leaders of the newspaper industry are not ready to meet the challenges of the Internet. It is conceivable that a group of old people with one foot in the coffin, seeking stability and being stingy is their mark. They are too concerned about costs How much is invested, this will naturally gradually lose the influence of the newspaper's own products.

Andy set foot in the media to hold a knife and a gun, and he didn't care about the annual loss of 10 million US dollars and the global influence of 4 million subscriptions, that is a scum.

Furthermore, as long as he completes the acquisition of News Weekly and integrates the resources of the two newspapers, he can start building a news portal one step ahead, and then launch a mobile news pp to push news on mobile clients and seize the national market.

He even thought of a name, so he called it Toutiao.

Sitting in the office, Andy began to write and list all the content and models related to the news portal in his memory, and made a modular structure diagram.

At the same time, outside the 80-storey office building where the News Weekly newspaper office is located, a black Mercedes-Benz S600 and two commercial vehicles parked on the square in front of the building.

Alvetrie got off the Mercedes-Benz, pulled down the hem of his slim suit with both hands, and looked up at the steeple-shaped, boxy high-rise building in front of him. If you look at it from a high altitude, you can see it At the waist of the spire is a billboard with the English name of Newsweek.

Al stood at the front, followed by eight energetic nying in suits and ties. These eight people were all financial and legal talents. Among them, three were from the think tank, and the remaining five were from the Gaia Corporation. tuned in.

"Remember what I told you before, let's go up!" After that, Al walked into the building with his head held high, followed by the eight people behind him with their briefcases on their faces.

"Ding……"

The elevator door opened, and Al and his party aroused the attention and curiosity of everyone on the floor where the newspaper office was located. Looking at the attire and image of this group of people, it could be seen that they came from Wall Street. Compared with this kind of English attire, there were the most of them there, with shiny backs, Folded handkerchiefs in the top pocket of the suit...

When the front desk lady saw Al and his group leaving, one greeted them with a sweet smile, and the other made a call with a phone.

Jon Meacham quickly walked out of the newspaper office.

"Hi, I'm Jon Meacham, welcome."

"Hello, I'm Alvetrie, thank you."

The two shook hands and introduced themselves, ignoring the employees peeking around here, Jon continued: "Please, everything is in the conference room, everything is ready."

"Thank you." Al nodded, leading his men to follow behind Jon, and under the curious eyes of the newspaper employees, he walked through the somewhat messy and busy office hall and walked towards the meeting room.

"What are the origins of these people?"

"Who knows, but it seems that I really miss those people in Wall Street..."

"Could it be how the newspaper found investment?"

"Don't be kidding me, the Wall Street gang will invest in newspapers?"...

Seeing the pedestrians walking into the conference room, the employees of the Weekly Newspaper began to discuss in a low voice, but some people in the management knew what was going on, but the specifics were not very clear.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Andy received a call from Ivana, put together the documents scattered on the desk, put them in the bag after tidying them up, took the suit from the hanger, put it on, put on the coat and walked out of the office , saw his little assistant standing in front of his desk absent-mindedly with his hands folded in front of him.

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

"It's just a cameo role, the filming was finished very early..." Tori's eyes were full of resentment. She also knew that the girlfriend of the big devil was back, and she had no time to talk to her these days.

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

Tori sat down in his seat a little dejectedly, sighed softly, and read the newspaper this morning, if you don’t envy it, it’s fake, jewelry is only second, and the most important thing is the tenderness and love of the big devil for Ivana , It's a pity that she knows why she exists, and she has fantasized about some scenes, but she understands her position very well, she is not a fool, some things are not what she should think at all.

When Andy returned home, he saw that the living room was in a mess again. Five professionals were busy around Ivana in a white bathrobe.

"Honey, you're back." Ivana stretched her neck, pursed her red lips, and waited for a kiss. Andy shook her head and smiled, without even taking off her coat, she went forward and kissed her.

For this Yujie who is several years older than me, she likes to act like a baby to herself more and more, and Andy can only take advantage of the trend to pamper her. After all, Ivana has such a personality. In addition to showing her strength and ability at work , At other times, what she wants to show Andy is her soft and gentle side.

When Andy came out of the shower, the maid had already made some food for him. The reason why he didn't like receptions and dinners, especially those held by rich people in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, New York, was not only the need to memorize a lot of names and families In the background, you have to chat with a fake face and smile, and Nima has nothing to eat, so you can only drink red wine and champagne.

"Honey, give me a piece of veal..."

Andy inserted a piece of fresh and tender veal with a fork, walked out of the restaurant, and came to Ivana who could only sit honestly on the seat, being manipulated by makeup artists, stylists, and manicurists, and delivered the beef to her red lips side.

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

Andy looked like he knew you would do this a long time ago, stretched out his other hand from behind, raised his eyebrows, and handed the red wine glass to her lips.

"Giggle..." Ivana smiled like crescent moons, her painted long eyelashes fluttered, and her lips were attached to the wine glass. Andy slightly raised his hand to let her drink the red wine.

After serving the clingy Ivana, Andy returned to the restaurant to eat his dinner.

"Ivana, the love between the two of you is really enviable. You really match so well." The manicurist sighed through the mask while helping her polish her nails.

"Giggle, thank you." Ivana smiled like a flower. She likes to be envied by others and to show her happiness to others. She wants to let people all over the United States know how sweet and happy her love is.

Andy held Ivana's arms with both hands from behind, and looked at a white evening dress in the mirror, with a black waist belt tied with a big black bow behind him, which was similar to the footbath kimono, and the black ribbon hung down to Fishtail mopping skirt.

"Perfect, amazing! It's really beautiful, and you will be the only princess at the reception at night!" Andy lowered his head obsessively, sniffing her fair and slender pink neck, and kissed her a few times from time to time.

Ivana raised her pink neck with a flushed face, closed her eyes tightly, and let out an intoxicated hum from her lips and nose. Her neck was long and sensitive, and she really couldn't resist Andy's teasing.

She suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, looked back sideways, and patted Andy's chest coquettishly, "Stop messing around, we should go!"

Andy curled his lips, and said with the expression of your villain complaining first: "I just kissed a few times, and you were moaning and enjoying yourself, but I was messing around..."

Ivana shyly stretched out her jade hand to cover Andy's mouth who wanted to tease her, her beautiful eyes were full of embarrassment, her pretty face blushed and threatened: "No! I will let you sleep on the sofa in Hu!"

Andy's eyes widened, and he looked at Ivana with a smug expression in disbelief, pushed her hand away, and asked in surprise, "Why do you..."

"Hehe, it was Auntie Wanqing who told me..." Looking at Ivana, who was smiling happily and cunningly, a black line appeared on Andy's forehead, and he pretended to be indifferent and asked, "What else did she tell you? "

"Heck, there are a few more things. Auntie doesn't have a good effect on you. For example, she doesn't cook for you, wash clothes, let you do housework, swipe your card, and don't give pocket money. These are useless , it will only work if you sleep on the sofa!"

"Ahem..." Andy can only be very celestial. Fortunately, his mother is also a b, so she doesn't know the skills of a real celestial woman.

Iron general, ruthless water, kneeling on the washboard, poking with a drill, roaring like a lion, twisting your heart, biting with copper teeth, scratching with a wind wheel, beating ruthlessly, lying on the floor!

What feminism is in the West, ah bah! Women's rights are in heaven!

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