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In the large, brightly lit conference room, Kay Graham, the eldest son of the legendary woman and then CEO of The Washington Post Company, Kay's daughter Larry Weymouth, Editor-in-Chief Leonard Downey Jr., and Kathleen Weymouth, the granddaughter of the fourth-generation publisher Kay, who is preparing to take over the family newspaper internship, sat at the conference table and listened to a report on Jon Meacham's work on the monitor.

However, the serious expressions on the faces of everyone present made Jon Meacham, who was even in New York, feel depressed for a while, and the bitterness in his heart was even more difficult to understand.

"Thanks, Jon, you've done a great job. So, it's up to you Catherine ... Donald, the post's CEO, set his sights on his niece, Catherine.

Jon looked at the capable woman in her thirties and forties, dressed in a white OL suit and blond shawl hair, who was about thirty or forty years old, as the next CEO of The Post, and had begun to slowly take over the company's decision-making.

"Jon, after a while, the company will arrange for an associate editor to go to the weekly, and you have to help him understand the situation of the weekly... ”

Jon Meacham's brain buzzed into consternation, and the expression on his face was somewhat sluggish, so that Donald, the CEO of the Post, waved his hand to interrupt Catherine, who was still chattering.

"Jon, you know, now that the newspaper market is shrinking dramatically, and Newsweek has been losing money for two years in a row, the amount has risen to 13 million, and in the next three years, this amount may increase to 50 million, and the company can't keep giving blood to Weekly, and after three years it will be the bank repayment period, and the company's board of directors has decided to find a new owner for Newsweek. ”

Jon Meacham's lips trembled slightly, and after taking a deep breath, an ugly smile appeared on his face and asked, "Chairman, can I know who the next ten are?"

"Of course, my mother's good friend, Sidney Harman, an American electronics giant. ”

Jon couldn't help but smile bitterly, was it really him, his eyes looked at his own chairman, "Chairman, how much money is Mr. Harman willing to pay to take over the weekly?"

"Ha~" Leonard Downey Jr., the editor-in-chief of the Post who made a strange sound, stared at the signature pen in his hand, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and anyone with a discerning eye could see the irony.

Raising his head and seeing that everyone was looking at him, little Leonard didn't seem to care about Jon's cannibalistic gaze in the video, and said lightly: "Jon, you know better than anyone else about the situation of the weekly, and it is rare for someone to be willing to take on debts." Mr. Harman promised to keep most of the management, but layoffs are necessary, and I hope you will cooperate with the contact between the other party and the union. ”

"You... Jon looked at the other party's smug and contemptuous face, and his whole body trembled slightly, if he could kill people with his eyes through the screen, little Leonard would have been pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows.

"Alright!" CEO Donald stopped wiping his glasses, interrupted coldly, put his glasses back on, and glanced at his henchman Leonard, who looked at Jon on the monitor.

"Jon, you know, this is also a matter of no choice, now that the economic environment and the newspaper market are sluggish, the debt of the weekly magazine is not a small number, Mr. Harman is willing to take over, and it is also because of the friendship between the two of us that he is willing to bear all the debts, as for you, there are two choices, one is to continue to serve as the editor-in-chief of the weekly magazine, and the other is to transfer back to the headquarters. ”

Jon Meacham's heart was really cold, and the fate of the weekly magazine being thrown off like garbage seemed to be difficult to change, seeing the mocking smile on the corner of the mouth of his nemesis Leonard Jr., and then at Ms. Larry, who had been silent, only young Catherine shook her head imperceptibly.

Call...

Jon Meacham secretly gritted his teeth, looked at the front with a firm gaze, and said to Donald: "Chairman, Mr. Harman is over eighty years old this year, I don't think this is a good candidate, if it is just a condition to bear all debts, I have a better candidate here, I don't know if the chairman is interested in listening to it!"

Little Leonard's complexion, which was still a little proud, changed slightly, and just as he wanted to stop Jon from continuing, he heard a delicate female voice sound: "Oh?

"Andy Smith, a genius writer, billionaire, upstart in publishing, grandson of Mr. Smith Sr., the whip of the Elephant Party!"

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"Ahh

Andy was holding a bright red rose in his hand, and as soon as he got out of the car, he sneezed, reached out and rubbed his nose, muttered a few words unpleasantly, and walked briskly into the private tarmac of JFK Airport.

Looking at the plane not far away slowly taxiing and stopping, the suspension car is in place, the cabin door is open, a long golden hair is flying in the cold wind, a beautiful face is wearing a pair of big sunglasses, wearing a blue cashmere coat with double rows of gold buttons, a pair of slender and white beautiful legs are exposed, five-point heels with pink black heads, carrying a white bag, the corners of the mouth are upturned in a large arc, with a happy smile on her face, and Ivana with red lips and teeth is particularly distinct, standing on the suspension ladder and waving to Andy below.

"Welcome home, dear!" Andy said with a charming smile, and reached out to support Ivana, who was carefully walking down the ladder, and presented a rose.

"Thank you, dear, the flowers are beautiful... Ivana, who smiled very sweetly, took the red rose, held Andy's hand, and looked at her lover with tenderness in her eyes and exclaimed, but unfortunately before she finished speaking, she was pulled into her arms, her red lips were covered, and then her lips and tongues were frantically entangled.

Ivana grabbed the rose, wrapped her arms around Andy's neck, crossed her toes, closed her eyes, and felt her boyfriend's passionate kiss.

"Whew... ”

The fair-skinned pretty face was flushed, her eyes were blurred, and she was breathing heavily, and the deep kiss just now almost suffocated her.

"I haven't seen you in a few days, my dear, you're plump again!" Andy whispered in Ivana's ear, still intoxicated, with his eyes narrowed slightly.

"I hate it... Ivana regained her consciousness, lay in Andy's arms, beat his chest a little ashamedly, and said coquettishly, but she was still muttering worriedly, am I fat again?

"I love your fat body, I want to die of exhaustion on you... ”

Andy lay in Ivana's ear as if no one was around, and whispered sweet words that made her heart burn.

Ivana's beautiful eyes almost overflowed with chunshui, and her red lips trembled slightly and said softly: "Andy, I miss you so much... ”

As he spoke, he stretched out a soft little hand that was a little cool and caressed Andy's cheek, his eyes were full of love and tenderness, which could almost melt people.

The two kissed each other deeply, hugging each other tightly, as if they wanted to rub each other into their bodies, and at this moment the worries that had arisen in Ivana's heart from the reports they had seen were swept away, and she felt Andy's deep affection for her and the kind of longing that made her extremely happy.

After a long time, Ivana blushed and pretty, lying in Andy's arms, hugged tightly by him, and walked to Andy's car a little erratically and got into the car.