American Scandal King

Chapter 159 You are the new butterfly
Lumbing Street, Michiel Apartments.

A man and a woman are enjoying the springtime in the apartment.

They didn't notice that there was a camera facing them on the floor opposite the window.

Ian sat behind the camera, looking intently at Julia Roberts and Danny Moda on the screen, and sighed softly.

In the room sat Bridson.

He was cleaning his gun out of boredom and looked at his boss questioningly: "Are you not satisfied?"

Ian hummed, "Nothing fancy. Apart from the affair and the big star, there's nothing much to write home about."

Perhaps because he had become closer to Ian, Brydeson spoke more.

He laughed and said, "For most people, this is big news. Only you are different. You set too high standards for yourself."

Ian Carr hates repetitive news.

The nature can be the same, but the expression must be ingenious.

There was no good plot this time, which made Ian sigh helplessly: I ruined two good news stories in one night.

So he just puffed on his cigar and replied: "That's the foundation of what we did."

He turned to look at Bridson and said, "I usually do this with other girls. This is the first time I'm bringing you along."

Bridson muttered, "I'm not going to give my ass off for this."

Ian also smiled: "That's why I brought you."

Bridson wondered, "Why don't you bring Olivia with you? You can do things and be a human being at the same time. Isn't that what you're used to?"

Ian shook his head: "I will only take girls who are worthy of staying with me for a long time to do news and to my house...Olivia is not one of them."

Being overly proactive can get you the chance to get close to Ian, but this approach is also destined to make Ian not take it too seriously.

Men, only the ones you pursue are good.

So to Ian, Olivia was just a passerby. He could use her if he wanted and give her opportunities, but he would not take anything further. The main way Ian used Olivia was that when he went to the company one day, he would pull her over, pull off her skirt, have sex with her, and then leave, leaving the following instructions: "Give her more opportunities."

That's it.

At this moment, Ian was watching a passionate movie performed by the current top female star. Suddenly, he noticed something and looked aside in surprise.

Bridson noticed his movements and wondered, "What's wrong?"

Ian didn't say anything, just stuck his head out of the window to look, then retracted it and said, "Someone next door is watching too."

Your reaction just now was before you poked your head in!
Brydeson wisely didn't expose this and said with a smile, "Are there any competitors?"

Ian looked at the camera, kept it rolling, then stood up and walked out of the room.

Brydeson automatically followed.

Coming to the next room, Ian took out the wire and started picking the lock.

Brydeson looked at Ian speechlessly.

As the boss of a media group, Mr. Carl, you know a lot!
There was a soft snap.

The door opens.

Ian pushed the door open and saw a young man wearing a baseball cap taking pictures outside the window of the room.

Hearing the sound, he turned around in surprise and saw Ian Karl, and was startled: “Mr. Karl?”

Ian walked over with a smile: "I'm next to you. I didn't expect to meet someone in the same profession. You have to thank me. If I hadn't opened the curtains, you wouldn't have been able to capture such exciting content."

As he said this, he went to get the other person's camera.

This is my exclusive news, no one can steal it.

He thought the young man would snatch the camera from him, but he didn't expect that the other party had no such intention at all.

The young man said excitedly, "It was you who did it! I knew everything happened for a reason. You want Julia Roberts to be your exclusive? No problem, just take her."

Ian was stunned.

This kind of heavy-weight news is the life of every reporter.

Even if they were pointed at gunpoint, they would come and grab it. But the other party actually gave in?

He looked at the young man in surprise: "Are you sure?"

The other party smiled and said, "That was originally intended for you."

"What did you say?" Ian was stunned.

At this moment, he looked at the other person again, and inexplicably felt that he looked familiar: "I seem to have seen you somewhere?"

The other party was speechless: "Of course you have seen me, Mr. Karl. My name is Vincent, and I am a beneficiary of your charity relief foundation. I also accepted your interview, the new Butterfly interview, but you rejected me. You think I am still a little afraid of death!"

Ian: "..."

I remembered.

This guy named Vincent did indeed interview for the new Butterfly.

But Ian did not use him, because from their contact, Ian found that he still had a strong attachment to this world and did not have the spirit of going through fire and water like Philileso.

That's why Ian gave up on him.

Ian looked at him in confusion: "I see. Wait, you said this news was originally meant for me?"

Vincent nodded excitedly. "Yes, sir. I think I'm the right butterfly. Yes, I admit, I'm still afraid of death. I don't want to end my life prematurely just because I'll die in two years. But I still want to be a butterfly! I can't accept dying now, but if I only have a year or two left, maybe I can accept it! I know I'm not as great as Mr. Fileeso, but I still have my strengths. Look!"

Vincent pointed out the window and said, "I found this news by keeping watch on my own. Even if you hadn't opened the curtains, I at least captured Julia Roberts walking into the room of that man named Moda and spending the night there! For most reporters, that's enough, isn't it?"

Ian looked at the other person in shock.

After a while, he smiled.

He was right. For most reporters, it was enough to capture Julia Roberts entering someone's room and coming out the next day... Only Ian Carr could capture more specific content.

So Ian lowered his head, looked at the camera, and watched the performance on the other side.

Julia Roberts and Moda's passion is about to end. From the camera's perspective, Vincent's skills are pretty good, and his technical level is better than that of Filieleso.

Everyone has their own strengths.

Just then, Vincent suddenly picked up the ashtray next to him.

He opened the window and smashed it across.

boom!
The ashtray smashed through the glass, and Moda's room made a crashing sound, accompanied by Julia Roberts' screams.

The two of them got up from the bed at the same time and looked over here angrily. Julia Roberts even screamed, "Quickly draw the curtains!"

Then there was Danny Moda, holding up his pants, yelling, “Damn reporters!”

Ian turned to look at Vincent and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Vincent spread his hands and said, "I learned this from you: making news. I bet you have a camera next door. Just have that man come over and fight with me, destroying the records here. Then your newspaper will issue a transcript announcing the incident. Julia Roberts thinks we have no evidence, so she will definitely deny it. Then you throw out the evidence... Isn't that how news is done?"

Ian's eyes lit up.

Fake!

You are quite good, kid!

Have you learned the reversibility of news?
He smiled at Bridson. "He's very clever, Bridson."

Brydeson also laughed: "Indeed. Butterflies need courage, but not just courage."

Vincent chuckled and looked at Ian. "You'd better get out of here quickly. They'll be here soon. I'll provoke that guy and try to make him beat me up. When it comes to news, the bigger the better!"

Ian nodded.

He patted Vincent on the shoulder and said, "Well done. Come to the company tomorrow. From now on, you are the new Butterfly."

With that, he and Bridson turned and left.

yeah!
Vincent pumped his fist excitedly.

He shouted, "Don't worry, boss, I will do my best!"

(End of this chapter)