Interests are everywhere, and for many people, money is not the only thing, and after a very tacit compromise and silent agreement with George on the issue of fighting for the interests of the Chinese, everything that follows becomes less important.

Perhaps in George's view, the establishment of a media empire is not very important, after all, he knows what the media will look like in the future, and the life span of paper media is only a dozen years.

When Steve Jobs' Apple was launched on the market, a real technological revolution began quietly and dramatically.

With the advent of the intelligent era, the paper media, which still occupies half of the country and is struggling to seek change, will completely decline from the mainstream position in just a few years in the future.

Since the print media still has a short-lived glory, George has to use him to the extreme.

Holding a microphone with a wide radiation range and a certain impact is a great weapon, and he can use it to do a lot of things, and even achieve certain goals.

A man without any roots, a man with great wealth in his hands, the only thing he can do now quickly and effectively to protect himself, and even protect himself forward, is this sounding board.

With it, George at least doesn't have to worry about it for a while, he doesn't have to watch out for anything all the time, as long as he has a vision, he is not a fool, and he will not easily provoke a person who can strip him naked at any time and let him appear in front of everyone naked without any cover.

After leaving the consulting and PR firm that he partnered with Karls, George drove to a century-old alley on the edge of Manhattan's CBD.

It has some of the thickest and most mellow wine in the United States, a lot of talent he wants to recruit, and of course there is no shortage of beautiful women.

In this small alley, there are coffee shops, bars, and restaurants that can meet all the needs of those in need in the surrounding area, and of course, not everyone can know and enter here.

The price of a hundred dollars for a glass of the most ordinary wine is enough to make many people who think they are rich saddened and stop moving, and when they see the entrance to the alley, they will take a detour.

An invisible chasm lies between the bigwigs, the elite and the common people.

It's not that no one wants to make a change, it's just that their efforts are like a pebble being thrown into a lake, just splashing a splash or two, and then it will be calm, as if nothing had happened.

A thick and tall wall that had been erected between the three sides a long time ago was not something that you could do with an iron pickaxe.

Those young people who once had the same dream, after countless storms, gradually recognized the facts, assimilated into the same species, and inadvertently began to spontaneously maintain this thick and tall wall of the three sides, and sent all the people and things that wanted to chisel it through and bulldoze it into the place they thought they should go.

In this kingdom, it is a sin to provoke them, and it is because they have learned to circumvent and accept it under the education of countless blood and tears.

As for the young people who are still on the road to their dreams, the same will be waiting for them.

Walking in this small alley paved with a stone pavement, which is only more than two meters wide, looking through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows at the people who are slowly sipping coffee, smoking cigars, or scolding Fang Xuan, or talking, or contemplating something, George gently took a cigarette in his pocket, lit it, turned his head and continued to walk forward.

Many visitors to New York City are walking quietly through this century-old alley.

In the crowd, someone whispered, or held the camera on his chest and kept shooting at a certain point or person.

George, who passed in front of them in a casual suit, didn't come into their eyes, and they thought he was just a young man who had just achieved something in Manhattan and couldn't wait to come here to show off his luck.

It's just that the photographer who is constantly shooting things has taken George's sideways into it, and in the next twenty years, this photo has brought him more than 10 million dollars because of this sideways, so that the family that is about to go bankrupt will turn over and become their own masters again.

In front of a small wooden door with no signs, George pushed open the small door that was constantly shaking in the eighteenth-nineteenth century western cowboy shops and restaurants, and then pushed open the small wooden door with the bell, stepped on the creaking planks on it, and entered the dimly lit front filled with all kinds of wine bottles, on one side were several blackened wooden tables and chairs that had not been replaced in an unknown number of years, and on the other side was a Russian roulette wheel that jumped on the central wall, but no one was standing there。

At this time, the area was not large, just ten people, and in the small bar that would be crowded with one more, there were only three people, one of them was a young bartender or the owner of this one, and the other two were sitting on a small wooden table next to him, with two beers in front of him, whispering something.

George's entry only caused the two of them to look sideways for a moment, and then returned to normal, as if George had never appeared.

"Zach, have a glass of Fire and Ice Forest. ”

George sat down in a small high chair in front of the long counter and said to the bartender and owner, who had never raised his head the whole time, and was doing his business with his head down.

There was no sound, and George was answered by a dazzling performance of wine bottles, and then three or four wines were mixed into a clear glass and pushed in front of George, and the boss still did not speak, but went back to his place and continued to do his thing.

George didn't care about all this in front of him, he smoked a cigarette and waited for the flame in the still-burning wine glass to burn out.

"Damn, can't you just change to a cigarette?

I hate the taste of this inferior Marlboro.

How many times have I said that you should go for a batch of cigarettes, that is what you should smoke, this kind of smoke can only be tasted by those dead ghosts, so that they can waste their time and polish it. ”

The smell of smoke began to permeate in front of the bar, and was finally inhaled into the nose by Zack, the owner who had been busy with his own affairs, and the pungent smell of smoke made Zack, who was as steady as Mount Tai, raise his head angrily and stare at George's unkind voice.

Zach was answered with a smiling look and a smiling face.

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