The media is an invisible knife, a talking gun. This knife and gun play a completely different role in the hands of different people. Le Wen

The newspaper industry has been in a long-term recession, and the newspaper leaders are not ready to meet the challenge of Internet. It can be imagined that a group of elderly people who have stepped into the coffin with one foot. They are stingy and stingy. They pay too much attention to the cost investment, so they will naturally gradually lose the influence of the newspaper's own products.

Andy went to the media to hold a knife and a gun, and didn't care about the $10 million loss a year and the global influence of 4 million subscriptions. That was a scumbag.

Besides, as long as he completes the acquisition of News Weekly and integrates the resources of the two newspapers, he can start to establish a news portal in advance, and then launches a mobile news pp to push the mobile client news, and seize the entire US market.

He even thought of his name, so he called Toutiao.

Andy sat in the office, writing hard and began to list out all the content and patterns involved in the news portal in his memory, and made a modular structure diagram.

At the same time, outside the 80-storey office building where Newsweek Newspaper is located, a black Mercedes-Benz S600 and two business cars parked in the square in front of the building.

Alvetre walked off the Mercedes-Benz and pulled the hem of his slim suit with both hands. He looked up at the shape of the spire in front of him, and the square tall building. If you look at the distance from a high altitude, you can see that the billboard with the English name of the News Weekly is on the waist of the spire.

Al stood in the front, followed by eight suits and tie, and the energetic Nying. These eight were all financial and legal talents, three of whom were from think tanks, and the remaining five were drawn from Gaia's company.

"Remember what you told you before, let's go up!" After saying that, Al walked into the building with his head held high, and the eight people behind him followed with expressionless expressions.

"bite……"

When the elevator door opened, Al and his group attracted the attention and curiosity of the people on the floor where the newspaper was located. You can see that they were from Wall Street by looking at the dress and image of the group. Compared with this kind of Nying dress, there are the most, with a shiny back head and a folded handkerchief in the pocket of the suit...

The front desk lady saw Al and his group leaving, one greeted with a sweet smile, and the other called with the phone.

Soon he quickly walked out of the newspaper office and Jon Micham.

"Hello, I'm Jon Micham, welcome."

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

The two shook hands and introduced themselves, ignoring the staff around them who were sneaking around. Jon continued, "Please, the things are in the conference room, and they are all ready."

"Thank you." Al nodded, followed Jon with his subordinates, and looked at the curiosity of the newspaper staff, passing through the somewhat messy and busy office hall, and heading towards the conference room.

"What are these people's origins?"

"Who knows, but it seems that I miss the people on Wall Street..."

"Why did the newspaper find an investment?"

"Ha, stop kidding, will those people on Wall Street invest in newspapers?"...

Looking at the pedestrian walking into the conference room, the employees of the weekly newspapers whispered, but some management people knew what the situation was, but the specific ones were not very clear.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Andy received a call from Ivana, put the documents scattered on the desk together, put them in her bag, took off her suit from the hanger and put them on, put them on her coat and walked out of the office. She saw her little assistant crossing her hands in front of her, standing absent-mindedly at her desk.

"Hmm? How did your TV series do?"

"It's just a guest role, I finished filming very early..." Tori's eyes were a little resentful. She also knew that the Demon King's girlfriend was back and she had no time to pay attention to her these days.

"Well, then get off work early..." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the elevator with his bodyguard.

Tori sat in her seat with a little dejected look and sighed. She also read the newspaper this morning. It was fake to say that she didn't envy her. Jewelry was second-most importantly, and the great devil was tender and pampered with Ivana. Unfortunately, she knew why she existed and had fantasized about some scenes, but she understood her positioning very well. She was not a fool, and some things were not what she should have thought of.

When Andy returned home, she saw the living room getting messy again, and five professionals were busy surrounding Ivana in white bathrobes.

"Dear, you're back." Ivana stretched her neck, pouted her red lips, and waited for the kiss. Andy shook her head and smiled. Before she even took off her coat, she walked forward to give her a kiss.

For this royal sister who is several years older than her, she likes to act coquettishly at herself more and more, and Andy can only spoil her. After all, Ivana has such a personality. In addition to showing her strength and ability at work, she also wants to show Andy her weak and gentle side.

When Andy came out after taking a shower, the maid had already made some food for him. The reason why he didn't like any cocktail party and dinner, especially the wealthy people in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, New York, not only needed to remember a lot of names and family backgrounds, but also had to chat with a masked smile. He also had nothing to eat and could only drink a lot of red wine and champagne.

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

Andy used a fork to insert a piece of tender veal, walked out of the restaurant, came to Ivana, who could only sit honestly in her seat, was fiddled with by the makeup artist, stylist, and manicurist, and delivered the beef to her red lips.

"Thank you, can you give me a sip of red wine?"

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

"Gee..." Ivana smiled like crescent moons, her long eyelashes that had been drawn blinking, her lips attached to the wine glass. Andy raised her hand slightly and asked her to drink a sip of red wine.

After serving Ivana, who was a little clingy, Andy returned to the restaurant to eat his dinner.

"Ivana, the love between you two is really enviable. It's so compatible." The manicurist sighed through the mask while helping her with nail polish.

"Hehe, thank you." Ivana smiled like a flower. She liked to be envied by others and showed her happiness to others. She wished that the whole American people knew how sweet and happy her love was.

Andy held Ivana's arm from behind, looked at the white evening dress in the mirror, and tied a big black bow behind her waist, which was similar to the kimono in the foot basin, and the black streamer was hanging down to the hem of the fishtail mopping skirt.

"Perfect, amazing! It's so beautiful. At the evening cocktail party, you will be the only princess!" Andy lowered his head and sniffed her fair and slender pink neck infatuatedly, and kissed her a few times.

Ivana's face was flushed and her pink neck was raised, her eyes were closed tightly, and her lips and nose made a humming hum. Her neck was slender and sensitive, and she could not resist Andy's teasing.

He suddenly opened his beautiful eyes, looked back, and pounded Andy's chest with a coquettish accustomed to him, "Stop messing around, we should leave!"

Andy curled his lips, and said with the expression of your evil man complaining first: "I just kissed you a few times, and you hummed and looked like you enjoying yourself, but you said I was making a fool of yourself..."

Ivana stretched out her jade hand to cover Andy's mouth, who wanted to tease her, with her beautiful eyes full of shame and annoyance, and her pretty face blushed and threatened: "Don't say it! If you talk nonsense, let you sleep on the sofa!"

Andy widened her eyes, looked at Ivana with a proud expression incredibly, pulled away her jade hand, and asked in surprise: "Why are you..."

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

"Hehe, there are a few more. Aunt said that those things will not work well for you, such as not cooking and washing clothes for you, asking you to do housework, swipe your card, and not giving pocket money. These are useless. Only by letting you sleep on the sofa can you play a role!"

"Ahem..." Andy could only say that this is very celestial. Fortunately, his mother is also a B, and she doesn't know the ability of a real celestial woman.

Iron General, ruthless water, kneels on the washboard, drill bit pokes, lion roars, heart-wrenching twists, copper teeth bites, wind wheels grabs, ruthless beats, lying on the floor!
Chapter completed!