American Scandal King

Chapter 147 I Can Make You the Director

Christmas is coming.

Snowflakes were falling in the sky.

Snow covered the roads, shrouding Los Angeles in a blanket of white.

Ian drove along and came to an empty street. He said to Bridson, "You drive back first. I'll go down and take a walk."

"Okay, boss." Brydeson drove away.

Ian walked alone in the falling snow with his hands in his pockets.

Seeing a coffee shop not far away with lights on, Ian walked in and said, "A cup of hot latte."

He went to sit in the window seat and thought quietly.

The coffee was quickly delivered, and the owner smiled and said, "This is for you, Mr. Carl. It's for a hero."

Ian smiled and took out a banknote and handed it to the boss: "You don't have to give it as a gift, I have more money than you."

"Thank you very much." The boss happily accepted the hundred-dollar bill.

Just as I was drinking coffee, the door of the cafe was pushed open.

A female police officer walked in.

Catherine.

The long-legged female police officer with wavy blonde hair walked straight towards Ian after seeing him.

She sat down next to Ian and said, "You look alright, American hero?"

"Long time no see." Ian smiled.

Catherine's face was cold: "Because I've been busy. Do you know what I've been busy with?"

Ian looked at her without saying anything.

Catherine said: "I'm investigating you."

"Wow." Ian smiled. "Can you tell me why?"

"Mohammed Atta!" Catherine said seriously, "You knew he would do this beforehand, and then you let Letho get on his plane, and you got on another. You watched the disaster happen, and you used it to make yourself a hero!"

Her expression was serious, her tone angry, and blazing with rage.

Ian drank his coffee calmly.

His eyes were cold, and he looked at Catherine with sympathy. "Why do you only suspect this now? Oh, I see. It's because of the interview with Atta by Filieso that was released a while ago, right?"

Catherine took a deep breath: "You already knew everything!"

Ian nodded slightly: "Yes."

Catherine was stunned: "You admit it?"

Ian sneered contemptuously: "Nonsense, remember the first time I told you why I was looking for Ata? I said at the time that the guy might be a terrorist. I never lied to you."

Catherine cried, "But you didn't report it."

"You didn't report it!" Ian pointed at Catherine and shouted, "I told my suspicions to a police officer. What more do you expect me to do?"

Catherine was stunned by the questioning.

It seems... that's the case?
It took her a while to react: "But you couldn't be sure then."

Ian sneered, "When did I say I was sure? Do you need certainty to oppose terrorism? If you have doubts, you must be prepared. As a newspaper owner and a journalist, I had doubts, I told them, and I took action. So tell me, what did I do wrong? And what did you do?"

Catherine was speechless after his question. She touched her forehead and said, "I really didn't think it would be a big deal at the time."

"That was your and your father's mistake, it has nothing to do with me!" Ian sneered.

"Don't bring my father with you, this has nothing to do with him!"

Ian snorted, "He helped you find Ata's whereabouts, but he didn't do anything!"

As he spoke, Ian took out a recorder and started playing the recording for Catherine.

That was the recording of their last conversation. Catherine's face changed drastically: "You bastard, you recorded our conversation?"

Ian said coldly: "I am a reporter, and I am good at recording all information."

He looked at Catherine with contempt: "Your father suspects that I am colluding with terrorists? Ha, what? He wants to use the capture of a hero as his own achievement? Fortunately, I have never relied on human nature! Filileso went to find Atta because he suspected Atta, and this is the truth. Which reporter would arrest someone just because of suspicion? No matter how much you try to argue, it will not be my fault, but this recording can send your father to hell! He missed an opportunity to prevent a disaster! He was derelict in his duty!"

Catherine grabbed the recorder, threw it to the ground, and stomped on it frantically.

Ian didn't stop her, but looked at her sympathetically. "I've been waiting for you to come to me because I know you well, Miss Catherine. You think you're a righteous police officer, but in reality you're nothing, even just an incompetent waste. It's already December, and you've only just come to me! I've been waiting for you for three months! And this? Is this your reaction? Are you trying to frame me?"

Catherine slumped in her seat helplessly.

Ian sneered, "I didn't know Flight 77 would crash. No one would risk their life like that, so don't try to blame me. But as a token of your disrespect towards me, I will consider releasing this information, and then your father will be nailed to the rack of shame... You don't really think this is the only recording, do you?"

"No!" cried Catherine.

Ian leisurely lit a cigar and said calmly, "I like it when people give me trouble. It means I get more good news. But unfortunately, you're not worthy of being a big news story. Since you can't give me what I want, I can only use your father as a sacrifice."

Catherine took a long breath. "You want to sleep with me?" Ian smiled. "You're a beautiful girl, but do you know how many beautiful girls want to sleep with me? Putting that aside, even if we talk about money, how much are you worth? A thousand dollars? The news about your father brought me much more than that! So, don't talk to me with your body. It's worthless."

Catherine gritted her teeth and said, "You damned bastard, you're obsessed with money!"

Ian shook his head slightly. "I don't have much money, just a lot of debt. But fortunately, my influence is greater than my money... I mean, I'm very good at making worthless people valuable."

He looked at Catherine and smiled, "Go back and talk to your father. If he's willing to be friends with me, I can make him the director of the FBI."

Catherine sneered: "And then he's going to be your dog?"

Ian replied: "Everyone is willing to be a dog, the only thing they are afraid of is not getting a good price."

Then he stood up and left.

I seem to have forgotten something?
Oh, Gaskell told me to fuck her?

Damn, why rush? It’s just a matter of time. I don’t lack girls now.

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after one day.

Ian meets Jon Brown, Katherine's father.

It’s still the same cafe, at the same location.

The FBI mid-level manager sat in his daughter's seat yesterday and looked at Ian with a smile: "Mr. Carl, my daughter is a little ignorant. I apologize to you on her behalf."

Ian's attitude was easygoing: "It's okay, I won't make a fuss about it."

He stared at Jon and said, "Mr. Brown, I believe your daughter has conveyed my meaning to you. I want to repeat here that I am serious about this."

Jon Brown laughed and said, "The question is how do you do that?"

Ian spread his hands and said, "You know about the election?"

Jon Brown nodded: "Three more years."

Ian replied nonchalantly, sipping his coffee: "If it were next year's election, I wouldn't have said that. After all, I wouldn't be so sure then. But with three years to go, I'm confident."

He looked at Jon Brown and smiled, "I own 25% of CBS shares. I'm the owner of Cal Media Group. I'm an American hero, and this halo will never fade. Even in fifty or a hundred years, as long as people remember 917/, they won't forget me!"

Jon nodded gently. "You're right... You're the fastest-growing individual I've ever seen in a short period of time. In just one year, you've become a business tycoon with assets exceeding a billion and controlling assets exceeding tens of billions."

Ian smiled. "So you see, maybe I can't decide who will be the director of the FBI right now, but I... well, along with some other friends, can decide who will be the president, and the president can decide who will be the director."

"That'll take another three years."

"Are you that impatient?" Ian laughed. "Or don't you trust me?"

Jon Brown thought seriously for a moment and said, "I don't mean to distrust you. You're a perceptive journalist and next year's Pulitzer Prize winner... no one doubts that. You're also an outstanding entrepreneur. So, I'm willing to accept your kindness. What about you? What do you need me to do?"

No one doubts that Ian Carr will be the winner of the Pulitzer Prize next year, and it would be unfair if such news did not come to light.

Uh, maybe I should make a bet with this?

Forget it, there’s no need for that.

Ian smiled, thought for a moment, and said, "People say that paparazzi have a keen nose, but in fact, we are far inferior to the FBI. It's just that the FBI always hides its news... That's such a waste. Oh, by the way, I remember you monitor everything, even Hollywood?"

Jon Brown was silent.

Yeah, they monitor more than just Hollywood.

They monitor everything, including all major media outlets. CBS is a frequent target of FBI surveillance. When CBS released information about Atta, the FBI even specifically stated that his human side should not be released - this would be detrimental to their promotion of hatred against the Taliban and al-Qaeda.

For this reason, CBS had to cut some content.

Whose family hasn’t had a political review yet?

At this moment Ian said: "I want some information."

Jon shook his head: "I can't give it to you easily. It's too much and the impact will be too great."

"Then Sony Pictures, is this part okay?" Ian coaxed.

He is not in a hurry, and the rest can come slowly. When you give a part today, he will continue to give more tomorrow.

With the help of Chatham and the FBI, and his own ability to act, Ian will soon be able to uncover all of Sony's secrets.

Don't worry they will be clean.

Do you want to build a big business without doing any bad things?
nonexistent!

There are only companies that abide by the law in the world, but there are no companies that abide by ethics!
Jon Brown took a long breath. "If they knew I did it, I'd be screwed."

Ian waved his hand confidently and said, "The worst-case scenario is that you lose your job and become a special consultant for the Carl Media Group, earning a million-dollar salary while doing nothing, suffering from the loss of your goal."

He didn't even use hypnosis when he said this.

Money is the best hypnosis!
What use do I have for this plug-in?

Jon Brown smiled and said, "I'll give it to you tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)