American Fortune Life

Recently, the most energetic person in the New York publishing world is undoubtedly Peter Kaplan, the editor-in-chief of the "New York Observer". My wife is having more and more passionate sex now.

People in their forties are actually planning to have a third child. This is the absolute second spring of Nima.

"Boss, the daily sales volume of our "World Observer" has broken through the 200,000 mark. Although it is not comparable to the millions of newspapers such as "The New York Times" and "Wall Street Journal", it is enough to make people happy."

Pete Kaplan handed a data file in his hand to Andy, and Andy took a look at it, shook his head and smiled: "It's not bad, but this subscription is not bad as a start, and in the future, at least it will surpass the "New York Daily" "With a circulation of 500,000, it must be ranked among the top ten New York newspapers."

The corner of Pete Kaplan's mouth twitched. This difficulty is not ordinary. After all, it is not that simple for a new newspaper to open up the market, unless the sword is slanted.

"I called you here to ask if the news that will be reported in the next weekly magazine will cause dissatisfaction among the Jewish community?" Andy returned the sample of the next weekly magazine that he had just sent to Pete.

Pete took it over, looked at it, and said with a chuckle: "This matter has a lot of controversy among the Jews. I don't know what the Israeli embassy in New York thinks. This kind of controversial trick can be done. , I also spoke with Jon on the phone before, and they will also make comments."

Andy spread his hands helplessly. To be honest, he really didn't want to poke the issue of the Jews. The politics is not correct. Who let them control most of the resources in the United States, "Then you can figure it out, pay attention to the wording , let’s talk about the facts, don’t target Israel and their ethnic groups.”

"I understand, boss, don't worry, I won't cause trouble for you." Peter Kaplan also knows that if the boss wants to take the commercial route, he can't bypass the Jews in the United States. The former newspaper owner is a Jew, so naturally there is no need to worry. These things should be sprayed, but the current young bosses are not. If they spray randomly, they may be labeled as unfriendly. After all, their nerves are a little too sensitive.

"Well, I'm going back to Los Angeles tomorrow. Call me if you have anything to do. Of course, it's best not to call..." Andy looked at Pete with a headache and said helplessly.

Pete naturally understood what the boss meant, and he smiled deceitfully. Why did the sales of the newspaper increase so fast? The insider scandals of his informants dared to appear in the newspapers without hesitation. Of course, the key is that the newspapers are now very rich in finances, and they are very generous to valuable informants, which has formed a virtuous circle.

After Andy left the newspaper office,

So I went back home, and Ivana had fun with Pippi in the two-person world, playing the shameful game of doctors and patients.

The patient Ivana, who was injected by the doctor Andy, had many "adverse reactions", such as abdominal pain, convulsions, limp limbs, confusion and so on. Cardiopulmonary resuscitation, as a senior doctor, Andy naturally mastered superb techniques, such as first aid, and it was still very successful.

In the early morning, when Andy was about to leave, he gave another injection to Ivana, the patient on the No. fell asleep.

Andy walked into the bathroom, took a shower and changed clothes, kissed the blushing Ivana on the forehead, said goodbye to his confused girlfriend, picked up his luggage and left the apartment.

Parting is very annoying, so Andy likes this way of parting, everyone is happy, and he is comfortable before leaving, and he can sleep and recuperate after getting on the plane.

Picking up the little assistant, seeing her walk out of the apartment door in casual clothes, carrying a travel bag, wearing a baseball cap, her hair loose, and a bare face, it seems that this little girl has experience in long-distance flying.

In the car, Tory Black took out two food boxes and double-sealed coffee cups from the travel bag, opened the business workbench, "Boss, this is the breakfast I made for you, eat it while it's hot."

Andy looked at the food in the food box, fried eggs, toast, bacon, and steak cut into small pieces, vegetables, etc., took the fork handed by Tori, and started to eat, "Have you eaten?" ?"

"Have eaten, is it delicious?" Tori asked a little happily.

"Well, it's not bad, the coffee is a bit hot, blow it on for me..." Andy ordered while eating.

Tori was like a little maid, blowing steaming coffee, holding a tissue in his hand, ready to hand it to the big devil at all times.

"The beef is a bit old, but it's marinated well. You've got your heart." Andy finished eating quickly, reached for a tissue to wipe his mouth, took a sip of moderately warm coffee, and felt very happy.

Tory Black quickly packed up the transparent lunch box, took out a bag, packed the garbage, and took out the newspaper and handed it to Andy.

Andy took the newspaper and took a look at the little assistant. He didn't see her for a few days, but this little girl is getting more and more good at serving people. . .

The plane pierced through the sky, and after a six-hour flight, it landed in sunny California at noon. Whether it was a little salty sea breeze or warm sunshine, every Californian looked relaxed and leisurely. It's the norm in California.

woof woof. . .

Plop——

Andy jumped into the clear swimming pool with two Dobermans who had been having fun for a long time. Quicksilver and the witch are now very strong. During the time when Andy is not at home, the training center is where they often go , Learn to guard the house, defend and attack.

"Witch, you bad girl, don't bully Quicksilver... Haha, help me... I'm drowning, stupid dog, why are you running, let you save me..."

Wearing a beach sun hat with artificial flowers, a pair of white-framed sunglasses, and wearing a white bikini, Tory Black, who just finished applying sunscreen and was lying on a deck chair drinking iced watermelon juice, rolled his eyes. The big devil is really naive sometimes.

"Kuaiyin, you idiot, you have grown so much meat for nothing. You idiot, don't show your belly...you are a bulldog, a bulldog, not Erha!" Andy sat by the pool, holding Kuaiyin's body with his arms. He kept counting his head, watching Kuaiyin lying on the ground playing a rogue, with his forelimbs bent and his belly showing, wanting Andy to touch him.

The witch grabbed the edge of the swimming pool from the water, jumped ashore, and then flicked the water droplets on her body wantonly, splashing Andy all over, walked to the other side, and licked Andy's cheek with her tongue.

Andy reached out and touched her head. The witch looked like she was enjoying it, and lay down on her stomach, sticking her head on the marble edge of the swimming pool.

click. . .

Kuaiyin, who was still playing a rascal, and the witch, who was lying on the ground enjoying being touched, stood up abruptly, with all four ears erected, staring fixedly in one direction.

Andy followed the eyes of the two dogs, and found a paparazzi on the tree outside the villa holding the camera and constantly pressing the shutter.

"These damned bastards are really hardworking...Tori, be careful, there are paparazzi secretly taking pictures." Andy turned around and reminded Tori Black, who looked at the long white legs and the white swimming trunks that had been stretched into a line. One sentence.

Tori hurriedly moved his legs, pulled the white towel to cover it, put down the drink cup, and wrapped the towel around his waist.

Andy was a little speechless. Originally, she was thinking of letting her stay overnight tonight. It can be eaten and used as a pillow. Nima, it seems that it is useless now. If she dares to stay overnight tonight, she dares to read pictures in the newspaper tomorrow morning.

It had only been two hours since I landed, and I was targeted by the paparazzi. This group of people really lingered.

In the afternoon, I went to school to get rid of my leave, and at the same time, I applied to the college for an early final exam. However, Andy felt that there was little hope, and there was still more than a month before the unified exam. Entering the summer vacation, it is not even this little time. He can't even wait, and besides, he didn't run the school, so he can do whatever he wants, it's awesome, he can graduate directly with full credits.

The key is that Andy took too much time off this year, and the credits are not enough. It seems that he really has to face the tricks of Coach Alexei.

Because California universities generally have a quarter system, that is, four semesters a year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and each semester is two and a half months. The courses are very compact, and each academic year needs to study at least three semesters. One semester needs to get 14-18 credits, and Andy is too excited to ask for leave, so he can only get some credits from the club.