Joyce on the couch was a little dazed, unsure of what she was hearing.

'Joyce, what do you want?' Joyce's mind went blank, she hadn't thought about it.

Now, she is sitting in the house of the most powerful man in New York, and the other party is sitting opposite her, and there is only a meter between them.

She had a myriad of thoughts before she came, but now she had forgotten them all.

"I don't know... Uh, actually I know, the news... I want big news. "Alcohol dulls her brain, and that's exactly what she wants.

Her mind was active so fast that she didn't even know what she was thinking.

Looking at each other playfully, Li Zitao admired her courage, not everyone had the courage to face him and directly say what he needed from the bottom of his heart.

"All right, Joyce. Li Zitao put down his wine glass and looked at her seriously and asked, "You are a journalist, and I am a businessman, so... What do you offer!"

"Okay, Mr. Lee, we have an informant fee... According to the value of the message...", Joyce said ghostly, but was interrupted by a wave from the person opposite.

"How much is the informant's fee? 50 yuan... 500 pieces, or 1000 pieces. After speaking, Li Zitao said sarcastically: "I think it's impossible." ”

"You don't think I'm short of money, do you?" Li Zitao knew she was nervous.

But she shouldn't think that she can get news from him with money, and if there is such news, the price must be something she can't afford, including the owner behind her.

"Sorry, I'm a little nervous. Joyce rubbed her hair with her hands and took a deep breath to calm herself, she was so confused.

"So, do me a favor. Li Zitao suddenly had an idea.

In fact, he does need a tongue-in-cheek mouth that has nothing to do with him and is capable of making some sharp statements.

"What?" Joyce didn't know what he was going to do.

Frank handed him a document, and Li Zitao said as he looked at it, "I need someone who can say something... However, it has nothing to do with me. ”

"Mr. Charlie, I'm not going to frame or attack people... I don't do it deliberately. Joyce emphasized.

She has her own work ethic, and if she is willing to be bought by money, if she is in the same boat, her position will not be precarious now.

"No, you misunderstood me. Li Zitao put down the document in his hand, smiled lightly and said, "I'm just giving you some information, it's your business to do it." ”

"That's it?" Joyce asked, uncertain.

"Yes, that's it. Li Zitao nodded affirmatively, and pushed the documents on the table in front of her by the way.

Joyce opened it and found it full of information about herself.

Birthday, address, her apartment phone, favorite restaurant, coffee shop, snack shop.

What time do you go to work every morning, what time do you eat lunch, what time is dinner, drink coffee and a few spoonfuls of sugar......

Even the fact that she once fooled around with several men is clearly documented.

The file frightened Joyce, so much so that she jerked back as if she had been bitten by a snake and threw the file out of her hand.

"What is this?" Joyce licked her lips, feeling thirsty.

"Joyce... I want to tell you something. Li Zitao leaned forward with a smile and whispered, "As long as I want to, nothing is impossible." ”

Sent out of the apartment, Joyce still couldn't believe what had happened.

She was so simple, and one of the most powerful people in the United States had reached a sort of... Agreement?

Joyce is unsure because she doesn't have any leverage, it's a one-sided 'hegemonic' agreement.

Although nothing has happened so far, Joyce is certain that when a dispute arises, she will only be the passive accepting party.

Joyce was hesitant, but after the other party gave her a new document, she put her concerns behind her.

Confidential contacts between Wells Fargo and JP. Morgan in connection with the merger and acquisition case.

This will be the hottest economic advisory since the Great Depression, with two of the nation's largest economic giants merging into a single business.

ho...

Joyce could already imagine how sensational her story would be, not to mention the exclusive headlines.

So, even though she was off work now, Joyce still rushed to the office as fast as she could.

She needs to get her manuscript done tonight to make sure it makes the front page tomorrow morning, and Joyce doesn't want to miss out on the chance to be famous again.

"Julie... I've got the news out of the news, tomorrow morning's New York Times, remember to read it. Li Zitao said goodnight to Juliana.

Mary's appointment as chairman of the board of directors made her very unhappy, but when it came to business and private affairs, both Li Zitao and Juliana were very clear.

Next.

New York is still reeling in the grief of the president's death, and busy people walk the streets in a depressed mood.

Until someone casually opened today's "New York Times", and the headline on the front page on it was shocking.

A new financial monster is about to be born, the rich fargo Morgan, the contemporary trust.

The appalling headlines caught the eye, the newspapers sold well, and Joyce got a taste of it for the first time.

And she also really felt the envious and jealous eyes from her colleagues, the complicated and embarrassing smile of the editor-in-chief, the excited encouragement of her friends, the smile on the boss's always elongated face, and the most direct and realistic bonus.

However, compared to the storm on Wall Street, the public opinion caused by the outside can only be said to be a small storm, which is not worth mentioning.

"Lady Juliana, Juliana... Please say something. In front of the Phu Quoc Gate, countless reporters chanted the same name.

They all wanted something out of Juliana's mouth, whatever it was, even if it was onion rings for her breakfast today.

It was disappointing that Juliana didn't say a word from beginning to end, not even taking off her sunglasses.

However, just as she was about to step into the headquarters of the Phu Quoc Building, her footsteps suddenly stopped.

Juliana's expression seemed to change, and she quickened her pace and walked towards the building.

"Ma'am—" Four secretaries with papers in their hands stepped forward and hugged Juliana to say something, only to see her wave and run briskly.

In the bathroom, Juliana leaned over the sink and retched.

The inexplicable feeling of nausea made her wonder if she had eaten something bad, but the feeling came and went just as quickly.

In the blink of an eye, Juliana was fine.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" the secretary's worried voice came from outside the door, "Ma'am, ma'am..."

"It's okay. Juliana opened the door abruptly and said with a cold expression, "Have they arrived?"

"Yes, it's all here. The secretary nodded.

"Very well, take advantage of this opportunity to finalize the contract today, understand?" Juliana commanded in an unquestioning tone.

"Understood, ma'am, we're ready. The representative of the negotiation team who caught up with him pressed his hand on his tie to make sure he could keep up with her hurried pace.