Griff Jenkins has been in a pretty good mood lately.

As the deputy editor-in-chief of fox sports, he maintains a very good relationship with Xiao Hua.

Just two days ago, Xiao Hua sent him an email with a trumpet, which recorded some of Tang Tian's so-called black history.

He broke the news of these black histories, not only to get news from the front line of the league in the follow-up, but also Xiao Hua's private remuneration of 50,000 US dollars.

As a professional media person, he knows that these so-called black histories are not painful, and he readily accepts them.

And the next day, Xiao Hua gave him a lot of first-line news, and he made a huge profit from this transaction.

If this momentum continues, he has a good chance of replacing the current editor-in-chief.

On this day, he crossed his legs, smoked a cigar in the office, listened to the world's popular jazz music, and his legs shook rhythmically.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

It's an old reporter at the bottom.

He turned off the music, put his cigar aside, and sat down before motioning for him to come in.

Two people entered, and in addition to his men, there was a man he didn't know, carrying a thick briefcase.

"Boss, this is Don's assistant Carl, he has something to talk to you about."

James frowned slightly, but motioned for his men to go out.

Everyone has a relationship, and it's not surprising that there are people known to Tang Tian's team in fox.

This is most likely a request to delete the news.

He didn't get up to pour Carl coffee, he just glanced at Carl, and it was obvious that he had something to say and fart.

"Hello, Mr. Jenkins, I'm Carl, and what I'm going to say next is purely personal."

Carl is vigilant and knows that many journalists have the habit of carrying voice recorders.

"I don't have anything to record here, just say anything quickly, I'm very busy right now."

Jenkins said impatiently.

Xiao Hua had already cashed in the bargaining chips of the deal, and it was impossible for him to delete those news, so it would be a waste of time to talk to Carl more.

Carl didn't talk nonsense, put the suitcase on the table, and sat down across from Jenkins.

Jenkins' brow furrowed even deeper, this guy named Carl was very rude.

"Well, Mr. Jenkins, I'm going to get straight to the point, I know that this news material is provided by someone, and as long as you are willing to say openly who gave it and the relevant details, you will be paid handsomely."

Carl's words made Jenkins' eyes dodge.

What happened to him and Xiao Hua, did Tang Tian know about it?

Xiao Hua sold himself?

His mail was stolen?

Thoughts flashed through his mind, but they were quickly denied by himself.

He had already deleted the email in the mailbox, and Xiao Hua had no reason to sell himself, this Carl was just alarmist.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Jenkins was a little weak-hearted, but he still rejected Carl directly.

Carl didn't say much, just reached out and made a "1" gesture.

Jenkins looked at Carl's gesture and shuddered inexplicably.

$10,000 is a fraction of a thing at this level, and $100,000 shouldn't be a gesture.

$1,000,000!

Although he is the deputy editor-in-chief, to put it bluntly, he is only a part-time worker, and there are several deputy editors-in-chief of fox, and his annual income is between 15~200,000.

One million, to say the least, is his five-year salary!

He glanced at the briefcase, which was about the size of a million in cash.

Cash transactions that leave no trace.

He was a little moved and hesitated.

But slowly, he made a decision.

Although one million is very tempting, if he openly says that Xiao Hua provided him with these news materials, he will lose the position of deputy editor-in-chief.

It's not a good deal.

"I said, I really don't know what you're talking about."

Jenkins took one last look at the briefcase and gritted his teeth.

Although I have thought that it is not cost-effective, I don't want a million in front of me, just like a piece of meat being thrown away by myself.

"It's a shame I didn't expect Mr. Jenkins to be so uninterested in money."

Carl said and stood up.

"If it were me, it would be difficult to be indifferent to 10 million."

"What?!"

Jenkins shouted in surprise and almost jumped straight out of his leather chair.

Ten million!

That gesture means 10 million!

fxck！

What kind of gesture do you make with 10 million, and speak directly!

10 million, top of him for 50 years, no, a lifetime of income!

But no one can guarantee that he will sit in the position of deputy editor-in-chief for the rest of his life!

And with 10 million, he was still a fart worker, so he went directly to open his own company!

Even if he doesn't have a career, 10 million is enough for him to spend the rest of his life!

"You mean ten million dollars?"

Jenkins called out to him and opened his mouth to confirm.

Carl smiled and nodded.

He has been Tang Tian's assistant for so long, and he is already very good at observing words and feelings.

The suit on this Jenkins, the cigar on the table, and the eyes that drifted towards the briefcase from time to time all show that this is a person who likes money.

That's why he said this.

Now it seems that everything is as he expected.

"This is a deposit of one million, and after the deed is completed, the remaining nine million will be given in full."

Carl continued.

Jenkins licked his lips, his mouth was a little dry.

The rich man is really capricious, does he want to add a fixed price?

"If things go well, I'll give you another million in return."

Karl noticed the change in his eyes, and although he didn't like this insatiable person, he added.

"Deal."

Jenkins agreed, he agreed too much.

"So the person who gave you this information is Xiao Hua, the president of the alliance?"

Carl then asked.

"Yes, I have deleted the email he sent, but I have a backup on the computer."

Jenkins nodded.

Carl smiled.

This person is really a character, I'm afraid I'm going to blackmail Xiao Hua in the future, right?

But none of that mattered, his goal had been largely achieved.

"What coffee do you want to drink?"

Jenkins had taken a 180-degree turn in attitude at this time, and since the deal was made, it was time to celebrate with a cup of coffee.

Carl shook his head, and he opened his suit, revealing the voice recorder inside.

"What you just said has been recorded here, if you do what we agreed, the rest of the money will naturally be given to you, if not, then not only will you not get a penny, but you will also be ruined."

Having this recorder is equivalent to having Jenkins' handle, and even if Jenkins repents, the question he just asked has already determined that Xiao Hua is behind the scenes, and there is already a backup plan.

Jenkins unconsciously clenched his fists after hearing this, this Carl looks young, but very cautious, and is a ruthless character.

But this is also reasonable, how can the core of Tang Tian's team not have any ability.

"Don't worry, I've made my choice."

Jenkins spoke.

On one side is 11 million, one point is 50,000 plus the identity of a wage earner, as long as you are not a real fool, you know how to choose.

To hell with credit or something, the media has a fart credit, he is not a white lotus who is alone.

Carl nodded in satisfaction, left his briefcase, and left Jenkins' office.

Fans are still discussing Tang Tian's black history, because of Cajon and Demps's series of voices, these black histories don't seem to be black anymore.

Only the NCAA decided to conduct a public investigation into Tang Tian's affairs.

At this moment, Griff Jenkins, the deputy editor-in-chief of Fox Sports and the previous poster of Tang's history, completely detonated social media with a long tweet.