American Scandal King

Chapter 188: Trouble at the construction site?

A gorgeous large room at the Hilda Hotel.

Leaning against the headboard, Ian watched TV seriously.

With a cigarette in his mouth, lying beside him was the exquisitely dressed Catwoman.

Snuggling up to Ian, Anne Hathaway was a little dissatisfied.

She rubbed Ian with her soft body:

"Ian, you can't do this to me. You just got me and then you leave me alone to watch TV?"

The passion has just ended and you start watching TV?
She used her beautiful figure to seduce Ian, trying to awaken his tenderness again.

No one can ignore me like this. Getting me is not the end, but the beginning!

Ian embraced her beautiful body and kissed her fair face gently, then said softly, "Don't get me wrong, this is the Pulitzer Prize ceremony."

Pulitzer Prize?

Anne Hathaway was stunned.

No wonder Ian takes it so seriously. It's impossible for him not to care about this.

Anne Hathaway didn't get angry anymore. She kissed Ian's chest and said, "It seems you are also a contender for this award."

"I give up." Ian muttered while watching the TV, "This year's award doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Filileso."

Anne Hathaway blurted out: "The AIDS patient?"

Ian's face darkened. "He's my best friend! Annie, don't call him that. I'll be angry."

Looking at Ian's serious expression, Anne Hathaway's heart trembled slightly.

At that moment, she felt that Ian was so scary, yet so fascinating.

She said gently, "Don't be mean to me, okay? Ian, I'll be sad."

She snuggled gently into Ian's arms like a good baby.

She didn't like Ian's attitude towards her, but in front of Ian, she found that all her pride could not be shown.

Faced with this strong and domineering man, you would even willingly submit to him.

He is not my licker, I am the one licking him.

This realization made Anne Hathaway a little unhappy, but she also felt a little happy in this unhappiness...

In the TV screen.

The host stood at the front of the stage and said with great emotion: "After discussion, we have unanimously decided that the winner of this year's Pulitzer Prize is... Filileso, Butterfly!!!"

There was warm applause from the audience.

The host continued, "Last September, a devastating event occurred, accompanied by the passing of a talented journalist. Filieleso was a great journalist who risked his life to let the world see the truth, even at his last moment."

"Of course, we also won't forget Mr. Ian Carr, who also appeared on another plane, but he declined the Pulitzer Prize, believing it should go to Filileso. We would like to express our gratitude to Mr. Ian Carr for his great sentiment. Unfortunately, Mr. Carr was unable to attend the awards ceremony due to his busy work schedule, so this Pulitzer Prize will be accepted on his behalf by Lloyd, the editor-in-chief of the Los Angeles Herald, and delivered to his family!"

Following his speech, Editor-in-Chief Lloyd stepped onto the stage. Holding the trophy, he excitedly declared, "This award belongs to Filieleso, to all members of the media, and even more so to all the victims. Let us all observe a moment of silence for the victims of 917/..."

Leaning on the big bed, Ian looked at the scene with contempt.

There was a smile on his lips and a look of contempt in his eyes, but what he recalled in his mind were the words that Filileso had said to him before he died.

Phil, my good friend!

I appreciate your kind words.

I admit that I was moved by you, but in the end I couldn't do what you said.

A good businessman must be determined.

Even if it is a dark road, we must be resolute... and move forward courageously!

But I will remember your words and try to keep some bottom line in my heart.

Anne Hathaway had no idea of ​​the conflict in his heart.

She was just exercising the instincts of a beautiful woman, twisting like a snake, and moving up and down around Ian.

The spiritual tongue moved in and out of Ian's chest, stretching all the way.

She looked at him tenderly: "You are willing to refuse the Pulitzer Prize, even for a friend. Not everyone can do that."

Ian said lightly, "I'm a journalist, but more importantly, a businessman. There's no need to be complacent about doing a good job. An excellent media king should have many Pulitzer Prize winners under his command, not win the award himself."

Anne smiled.

She turned around and clung to Ian, whispering, "I've changed my mind."

"What?" Ian turned to look at her.

Anne whispered, "Megan Fox is right, you are really great. I will look for you again in the future. This has nothing to do with the transaction."

Ian laughed and said, "I'm not always available." "You bastard!" Anne Hathaway pinched him in dissatisfaction.

Ian smiled and rubbed her plump roundness: "Just kidding, beautiful Anne invited me, I'm always available."

He finally showed his soft side.

The most important thing when PUAing a young girl is to get the right amount of tightness!
Anne Hathaway's figure is indeed just the right amount of tightness, very good, and worth a good edit.

Then he looked at Annie, picked up the remote control and turned off the TV, and chuckled, "Let's continue."

"I'll do it!" Anne Hathaway turned over on it, excited.

………………

"We have to work!"

"Oppose Chinese workers!"

"Give me back my job!"

California Highway 1, outside Los Angeles.

A large number of workers gathered together, waving banners and shouting, expressing their inner dissatisfaction and anger.

This was originally just a normal protest, but things quickly took a turn for the worse under the leadership of people with ulterior motives.

The protesting workers soon rushed onto the highway under construction and began to curse, expel and even beat the Chinese workers.

Things got out of control in a very short time. The workers fled frantically, and the protesting workers smashed and looted the construction site.

On the distant hillside, Ian stood on a small hill, watching all this quietly.

His eyes were cold, like a general watching the battle between thousands of troops below.

Then he picked up the intercom and said, "No blood was shed. We need to see blood. Tell those Chinese workers that the injured will receive additional pay based on their disability ratings. Just don't let anyone die."

"Understood." Kreps at the construction site agreed.

He nodded to the workers who were making trouble in the distance, and then several lame men pretending to be workers began to beat up several Chinese workers who had been agreed to be there.

"Bear with it, man!" A thug rushed up, waving a stick and laughing loudly.

The Chinese worker bared his teeth and said, "One stick for a thousand?"

"It depends on the severity of the injury! Making money has never been easy, man!" The thug laughed and smashed down madly, and the man wailed in pain.

Blood was flying all over the construction site, and there was looting and smashing everywhere.

The scaffolding was overturned and workers were beaten and fled in panic everywhere.

The members of the Crip Gang continued to throw Molotov cocktails at the construction site, creating flames and blood, accompanied by the wild and violent laughter of the crowd.

What was originally a legitimate demonstration and protest quickly turned into an incident of violent destruction.

A helicopter was hovering in the sky, and the new butterfly Vincent was taking pictures of the scene below carefully.

Standing beside Ian on the hillside, Jody Harry watched all this with sadness: "You didn't have to do this."

Why must it be so extreme?
You are sending countless innocent people to jail!

Ian spread his hands. "I promised Councilman Cherry to retain 20% of the local laborers, but honestly, they've been dragging our feet. See how good it is now? I can confidently use more Chinese workers, and the project can progress faster. We've gotten good news, the Chinese workers are making money, Davis Prison has customers, and the laborers have more comfortable jobs. Even the inmates get free meals three times a day. Everyone benefits... Even the employment rate has increased. After all, prisoners don't count as unemployed youth, right?"

Is this what you call everyone gains?
As long as you send most of the unemployed to jail, you're helping that damn congressman increase the employment rate, right?

Yes!

This is called business operation!
At that moment, the two of them had a silent dialogue in their hearts.

Jody Harry was speechless: "Your cold-bloodedness shocks me, sir."

"This is the law of survival." Ian looked at him and said, "This deal can make you an extra million. If you don't want it, you can tell me."

Jody Harry stopped crying instantly: "Of course not, boss."

Ian smiled and nodded. "That's good. California Highway 1 must be completed before the end of the year. I've made an agreement with Bowden Transportation Company. Their truckers like to overload. The highway won't be able to bear it. Then we can repair the highway once a year. And they will pay us an additional fee. It's a win-win situation again."

He looked at Jody Harry and said, "Were you worried that I would sell Meihe? Don't worry now."

Jody Harry smiled bitterly: "Yes, I am not worried anymore."

So Ian patted Jody Harry on the shoulder and said, "Just do your job well. I'll help you get the business and leave the management to you. If there's anything like this again in the future, you won't need me to intervene."

Do you want more?

Jody Harry looked at Ian in astonishment.

Looking into those cold, ruthless eyes, Jody Harry understood.

There will be, and there must be!

In Ian's hands, the construction site disturbances will be like a production line, producing high-quality output every year. As for the bad reputation it will bring? Sorry, you, Jordi Harry, are the one in charge. I'm just a shareholder!

(End of this chapter)