American Scandal King

Chapter 102 People Will Remember You
Today is the day we officially take over the Los Angeles Times.

At the Los Angeles Times headquarters, Ian, on behalf of Carr Media Group, officially signed an agreement with the Acton family.

The moment both parties signed, everything was settled.

Thunderous applause rang out in the hall, and the people of the Acton family left with pale faces without even saying a word.

Ian accepted congratulations from all sides, smiling as he met with representatives from the Dubang Group and various company executives, offering meaningless pleasantries.

“Let’s make The Times even better together.”

"The company needs you. You are all the elites of the company."

"I have never doubted this. We are destined for even greater glory."

In the flash of flash lights and surrounded by crowds, Ian saw them one by one.

Scarlett happily hugged Ian's arm like the hostess.

It was not until the end of the banquet and Ian had seen off wave after wave of guests that he came to the office of the chairman of the Times.

This place is much more impressive than Ian's office.

Sitting in the spacious office, Ian looked at the two people in front of him with a smile.

Dill Chandler, Israel, and Scarlett sat on the sofa not far away.

At this moment, Ian said directly, "I will fulfill my promise, Dill. From now on, you will be the president of Carr Media Group and responsible for the operations of all Carr Media companies. Israel, you will remain the editor-in-chief of the Times and assist Lloyd in improving the management of the Herald."

They both breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Ian said: "There is a reporter in the Times named Bernadette. I hate him very much. Tell him to get out."

Israel was stunned for a moment and said, "Ian, I know he offended you before, and he even falsely accused you of murder, but he's an excellent journalist. I don't think it's appropriate to do this at this stage since you've just taken over the Times. You need to prove to the outside world that you are..."

Ian interrupted him: "I don't need to prove anything to the outside world, especially Ian Carr's magnanimity! That's meaningless! People buy my newspaper not because I am magnanimous, but because I can bring them all kinds of good news!"

He smiled slightly as he said this: "Ian Carr is narrow-minded. Just because a reporter once reported news that was unfavorable to him, he immediately retaliated and fired him after taking over the Times. This is called news."

Israel: “…”

Other excellent bosses can sell ropes to hang themselves for money, but Ian Carr is different. He can hang himself with his own hands for money!

They will even strike various poses and give advice on shooting angles!
Israel nodded helplessly: "Okay, boss, let's do it."

As for reporting on Ian Carr's petty revenge, forget it. At least that's not something the Times can do.

Ian continued, "Also, you have to share the Times channel with the Pioneer."

Dill Chandler was shocked: "You want to hollow out the Times? No, you can't do that?"

Ian waved his hand. "Don't worry, I don't plan to empty it, but I do need the Times to speed up the development of the Pioneer. Don't worry, it's just a sharing."

The development of the Pioneer News has now reached a bottleneck. Ian urgently needs more channels, especially overseas channels, which the Times has, but the Pioneer News is very weak.

Israel shook his head. “Some international channels require passes and cannot be shared.”

Ian said coldly: "Let this part go."

Dill Chandler was speechless: "I don't understand. The Times can still develop well in your hands. Why do you still do this?"

Ian sneered: "I own 100% of the shares of the Herald, but I only own 70% of the Times."

Israel was stunned: "Dubang Group helped you!"

"So what?" Ian sneered.

I love the American ruthless view of business!

In addition to the share issue, another reason is that Ian urgently needs to enhance his business aura.

The Pioneer is his direct subsidiary, and its improvement is a strong proof of Ian's "management skills." As for the Times, it will certainly improve, but not as quickly.

It is a bridge, a bridge to CBS, and it is destined to be sold in the future.

At this moment, Ian stretched himself. "Don't worry, with me here at the Times, profits will only increase. It's just that it's destined to never surpass the Herald. Besides, the Herald is expanding and is always in need of manpower. We can transfer people from the Times over there."

This is a disguised form of layoffs at the Times, but it's better than outright layoffs; at least some jobs are saved. Think of the Xingkelun Daily and be content!
Seeing the two people's helpless and desperate looks, Ian smiled and said, "You can leave now."

The two left the room reluctantly.

Standing in front of the blinds, Ian watched Israel walk towards the Bernadette reporter and whispered.

His face was pale and expressionless, and he stood up silently to pack his things.

This reporter, who once described his own whipping as murder, lost his job because of Ian's words.

Everyone looked at Bernadette with sympathy.

The new boss doesn't intend to show off his magnanimity!
Ian sneered and snorted.

In this world, sometimes it is more effective to have people fear you than to have people respect you!

Scarlett stood up from the sofa in the office and walked over.

She put her arms around Ian's neck and kissed him lovingly: "You are awesome, Ian. I love the way you look when you're so powerful, you're so handsome!"

Ian walked over and pulled the curtains shut, saying, "Does this excite you?"

"Yes, Ian." Scarlett said excitedly: "My heart is pounding, I want you so much, we haven't tried to do it in the office yet."

"Don't worry, baby, we're getting ready." Ian smiled and closed the blinds before locking the door.

…………

after one day.

In a Boston hotel room, Ian looks at a photo of Atta.

Most of them are from the side, and they are all taken secretly. They are not very clear, but it can be basically confirmed that it is him.

Leso sat opposite him, wiping the camera carefully.

He said: "He refused to be interviewed, but finally agreed to have dinner with me. Unfortunately, he was very tight-lipped and refused to say anything."

Ian laughed and said, "It would be outrageous if he could say those things. Don't rush things."

"So what should I do?" Leso asked.

"Find a way to become his friend. Don't try to learn any of his secrets. When he gets on a plane one day, go too. It's that simple. You don't need to pretend to be anything special. Just make him understand that all you want is a perfect report. That's not deception, it's truth! Sincerity is the best tool to move people. Just let him know that the most perfect action is to fully express his own voice!"

Leso wondered, "You think he'll hijack a plane?"

Ian replied: "It could also blow up and you'd die."

Leso grinned, "One million!"

Ian shook his head: "Two million! I will give your child two million and cover all his tuition fees. He will never have to worry about student loans!"

Leso was satisfied, but his eyes were slightly dim.

He whispered softly, "When the flames come, I will face it calmly. The heat will engulf me, and I will embrace death with a smile... That will be the most beautiful splendor of my life!"

Hearing this, Ian was also slightly moved.

He walked over and hugged Leso's neck.

Leso quickly broke free from him: "I have AIDS!"

Ian hugged him again and said, "It's nothing, it's not scary... There's nothing scarier than people."

Leso remained silent.

After a while, he said, "Thank you!"

Ian looked at him.

A smile spread across Leso's face. "I sincerely thank you. Even though it was only a short time... you gave me a brand new life. You fulfilled your promise, and I will become the brightest and most dazzling shooting star in this dark world!"

Ian said softly, "People will always remember you!"

(End of this chapter)