Only peers will have the hatred of red fruits!

And Pete Kaplan's hostility towards Jon Meacham also comes from this, after all, once Andy buys "Newsweek", then his Pete and "Observer" will have a huge impact on the status of the boss's heart, bias, the diversion of resources and funds is inevitable, Jon Meacham's own talent and influence in the industry also throw himself a street or two, the threat is great. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Pete, you don't have to be so nervous, we have different goals, and the decision is in Mr. Smith's hands, and I'm just trying to find a good owner for the newspaper I've worked for decades!"

Jon looked at Pete with deep eyes, his face regained his composure, and his eyes returned to Andy Smith, who was saying goodbye to a celebrity couple and turning back with two beautiful girls.

"Why are you talking so speculatively?" said Andy, taking the champagne that Leighton Mester had handed him, and smiling at Pete and Jon, who were smiling at him as they came over.

"It's nothing, let's talk about the bank's loans... Pete Kaplan wasted no time in giving Jon eye medicine and gave him a look.

"Oh, how much does Newsweek have in debt?" Andy raised his champagne and took a sip, a gleam in his eyes.

"Ahem, it's about more than 300 million, but we can make personnel jing to reduce the financial balance... Jon Meacham couldn't help but hate Pete's insidiousness.

"Layoffs? This is not a good thing to pay attention to, you will only do this if you really have no choice! It seems that Jon, your newspaper has a lot of trouble, what about the union, will it be compromised?" Andy's expression became serious, and he said to himself, and finally seemed to have the intention of retreating.

"We can talk about unions... Jon smiled bitterly in his heart, knowing that hope was slim again, and it was rare to really ask the boss to hand over to a real estate businessman in his 80s who was about to see God, and it was conceivable that the other party would make drastic layoffs to reduce expenses.

"Well, then, I can take over the bank's debts, and I promise that there will be no major layoffs, and the management will not make major adjustments, and I will pay $1 to buy the loss-making Newsweek!" Andy smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, shining in the bright lights of the banquet hall.

Seeing Jon Meacham leave with a ghostly look on his face and a complicated expression of loss, Andy smiled and drank the champagne from the glass, looked at the three people who were standing in place a little stunned, and chuckled: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Boom... ”

The three of them looked at each other, and they all swallowed involuntarily, "Andy, that's Newsweek... ”

Andy looked at Blake Feverly amusedly, and asked, "So what? With more than 300 million in debt, 10 million in losses every year, a bloated department, a difficult trade union, and newspaper bosses who are bent on getting rid of this huge pit, I should be very happy to take over them, I originally wanted to spend a penny, but, think about it, let's pay a dollar!"

The three of them looked at the calm smile on Andy's face, and talked indifferently, it seemed that he was willing to pay a dollar or a very face-saving thing, but, after listening to him, it was really, this kind of money-losing goods were really given to some people for nothing, and they didn't necessarily dare to ask for it.

Seeing Pete's expression, he handed the wine glass to Lively who had little stars in his eyes, and said to the two girls who were incarnated as two fan sisters with a smile: "You go and help me with that glass of champagne." ”

Looking at the graceful figures of the two girls leaving, he said lightly: "If you have anything to say, say it!"

"Boss, I don't approve of the acquisition of Newsweek!" Pete secretly gritted his teeth, said with a serious face, seeing Andy's expression of continuation, and then said: "Since being acquired by the Washington Post in 61, Newsweek's style has become more and more left, and after many incidents, it has been put on Washington's unpopular blacklist.

Andy looked at Pete Kaplan with a smile and said lightly: "It doesn't matter, left is left, isn't there still "The Observer", since they all talk about freedom of the press, then of course they have to accept different voices, what's the matter, worry about being compared to Jon's "Newsweek"?"

"Hehe, how could it be... Pete's old face couldn't help but be hot, he laughed, and then confidently straightened his body, and said with a firm gaze: "They just have a little more historical background than us, we can rise against the market, and we are not afraid of any opponent!"

"That's good! To be honest, people still have a tendency to fight on both sides, and every time I see you come into my office with a sealed document bag, I get a headache. Andy said teasingly.

"Ahem... The newspaper can have today's situation, it is all the credit of the boss, after all, it can withstand the pressure of many parties, it all depends on the boss!" Pete Kaplan naturally knows what the reason why the newspaper can turn losses into profits and develop rapidly, first, it has sufficient funds, but the strong background of its own boss, when reporting some news, there is no need to look forward and backward as before, as long as it does not touch the red line, and truly achieves the independent xing of news reporting DU standing outside the government, which undoubtedly establishes a more solid credibility among the people.

"Okay, don't pat me on the back, you can just pit me! Recently, I have been scolding less of our little flying shoes president, the interview should be about the same, don't scold today, and give someone an interview tomorrow, that is very unkind... Andy smiled angrily, these media people are too thick-skinned, they don't care, they still have to care about face.

"Ahem... Okay, I see!" Pete Kaplan blushed again, scolding the president in the United States is a traditional reserved project, and everyone is not used to scolding each other for a day, except for the most smelly News Corp newspapers that kneel and lick Washington.

"It's been more than two hours, the time is almost up, I'm a little hungry, I'm going to take the two beauties to dinner, together?" Andy said, looking at his watch.

"Hehe, I won't bother the boss about your date with the two beauties. ”

Andy shook his head speechlessly and smiled, leaving Pete and saying a few words to the two girls who were standing not far away, and then left the banquet with his arm left and right.

When the paparazzi reporters squatting at the door saw Andy and the three appear, they immediately looked like they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they were red with excitement.

The senior paparazzi gave up the opportunity to go around to take pictures, and ran back to the car one by one, ready to follow.

In the western restaurant, Andy and the three of them were talking and laughing and drinking freely, and on the street through the floor-to-ceiling windows, more than a dozen paparazzi kept shooting with long-lens cameras, and the paparazzi who were tracking in the dark and wanted to shoot big news wanted to go up and strangle this group of peers to death.

Threesome? Hehe, how could Andy do this kind of death! Knowing that the paparazzi are following, he will naturally not have any transgressive behavior, he is very gentlemanly all night, he is polite during the meal, and there is no ambiguous behavior, as if it is really a hype just to increase the exposure of the two women.

The beauty of New York can only be seen more truly and thoroughly after nightfall. Her beauty, enchanting and mesmerizing, makes people want to get close. Her beauty is magical and gorgeous, unpredictable but yearning.

The Cadillac running on the road from Brooklyn to Manhattan is like a steel monster, and in the large and comfortable custom rear space, there is a blushing woman's gasping murmur from time to time.

Andy greedily buried his face in the high pink neck, his eyes closed, and his face was crimson with the white and tender peaks of Lively and the charming ravines.

Blycleverly's red lips opened slightly, and she let out a burst of muttering, as if she had thought of something, and her blushing eyes opened slightly, and the scene she saw made her regret it a lot.

As if feeling something, Leighton raised his head coquettishly to look at Lively Lively's red pretty face, stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, smiled, and continued to work hard...

During the more than half-hour drive from Brooklyn to Manhattan, the paparazzi helplessly followed the big news.