American Scandal King

Chapter 4: Digging Deeply for Journalism

Back in the cabin, Ian saw Kate Beckinsale wearing her own clothes.

Kate looks particularly dashing in men's clothing, while her own Charlie Mills clothes are too big and baggy.

Ian looked at the discarded Kate Beckinsale clothes, especially the underwear, and wondered if he should collect them and sell them in their original form?

Forget it, I won’t make much money and will be looked down upon by beautiful women.

Such an opportunity is rare, and there is still a good chance of winning the favor of a beautiful woman. There is no need to waste it on a few dollars for the original flavor.

Kate, who had tied up her long hair, glanced at Charlie Mills' body, unable to hide her nausea. She turned to Ian and said, "Can we go now?"

"Of course." Ian walked out of the cabin.

Once on deck, they saw the ship drifting aimlessly on the sea. The dark sky made it impossible to tell which direction it was heading. Kate, inexperienced, asked Ian, "Which way is home?"

Ian smiled and said, "We have navigation, no problem."

Kate breathed a sigh of relief.

Ian had reached the cockpit and started fiddling with the instruments to steer the boat.

Kate didn't understand this either, and there happened to be a chair next to her.

She sat down next to Ian.

She hugged her knees with her hands and tilted her head elegantly to look at the boy: "Where are you from, reporter?"

Until then, she finally had the mood to get to know the young man around her.

Ian steered the boat and said in a leisurely tone, "The Los Angeles Herald is my company."

"And you're the boss? Sorry, I haven't heard of this newspaper."

"Very weak," Ian replied. "Our average daily sales are only around 4,000 copies, and we're burdened with tens of thousands in foreign debt. Worst of all, just the other day, I lost the last 50,000 dollars I had from the Los Angeles Herald. We can't pay our debts, and we can't even make payroll... We're on the verge of bankruptcy."

Ian said with a soft sigh.

Fortunately, this start is not too hellish. After all, there is good news and I have climbed half a foot out of the trough. It can be seen that God does not intend to let me stay in the trough for too long.

I am coming!
I see!
I change!
Kate looked at Ian in astonishment: "I thought you were an excellent journalist. You shouldn't have ended up like this!"

Ian smiled, "Not before tonight."

He looked at the sea with a gloomy gaze. "Before that, I was a second-generation rich kid, spending my days eating, drinking and having fun. After my father died, I inherited the Pioneer, but I messed it up..."

He quietly recounted his past.

Even though he didn't do it, since he has inherited Ian Carl's body, he has also inherited his past stupidity, mistakes and assholery.

Besides, isn’t a reformed prodigal more attractive?
Americans like this!
Look at those blockbuster movies and TV shows. Which one isn't about a small person who suddenly wakes up and saves the world?

The market determines everything - since the mainstream customer group is losers, then of course losers have to save the world, and then a similar cognition is formed.

Sure enough, Kate looked at Ian with bright eyes.

She originally thought Ian was an unscrupulous guy, but after knowing his past, she seemed to understand him?

Even though his way of doing news is a bit excessive, at least he is trying to improve himself, right?
So she nodded gently: "Anyway, I should thank you. It was you who saved me. I couldn't have done it without you."

"I hope you can maintain this understanding." Ian said casually.

Kate was stunned: "What did you say?"

She could tell something was wrong with what he said, and a sense of unease rose within her.

Ian was steering the boat leisurely, lighting a cigar he had found on Charlie Mills' body. He smoked the cigar and said leisurely:
"Did you know that good journalism is never just about one story? When a major event occurs, a good journalist will delve into it, essentially taking a big story and digging deeper. After all, big news isn't easy to come by these days, and when you do come across one, you dig deep. It's like plucking a sheep and plucking it whole, squeezing it until it's completely worth it. So, the value of an event lies not only in the news itself, but also in the subsequent follow-up reports and continued digging."

Kate stared at Ian in amazement.

Are you telling me the news?
What does it mean?
Ian spat, looked at the cigar, and threw it away.

Trash cigars.

Do you dare to call yourself a gold medal fighter?
Then he turned to look at Kate and smiled, "For the media, every major event is like an oil well. They have to dig deep for a while. For example, why did Charlie Mills kill the producer couple? Who commissioned him to do it? There may be some inside story. And who was the buyer?"

Kate looked at him in confusion.

She finally came to her senses. She screamed, "Aren't you turning the boat back? Oh my God, are you going to meet the buyer?"

Ian nodded slightly: "Yes. Since there are follow-up reports, of course we have to continue to investigate, otherwise we will miss the opportunity."

Farke! ! !

Kate was numb with shock.

She covered her face and screamed, "You can't do this, you're going to kill us."

Ian pointed ahead and smiled: "Since you don't want to join, I won't make it difficult for you. I will put you down before then... I'm sorry I can't take you back."

Kate turned around in surprise and saw that the boat was approaching a small dock.

Thank God, he didn't plan to drag himself into the battlefield.

Ian also regretted missing the opportunity.

He had originally wanted to force Kate to join him in the follow-up action—having a Hollywood star involved would make the news more effective. However, his remaining sense of morality prevented him from doing so.

Pity!
As a businessman, to some extent, the bottom line of conscience is his ceiling - the higher the bottom line of being a human being, the less money he makes, and the lower the ceiling of business!
I am not a qualified businessman yet.

It’s okay, I will improve!
At this moment, as he was driving the boat towards the dock, he said, "You can go up now, but be careful."

Kate looked at Ian speechlessly.

She said softly, "You don't have to take such a risk, Ian. If you are willing to give up the risk now, we can go have a drink together..."

Her tone was tender and seductive.

A young man and woman had just experienced a life-and-death experience, so it was only natural for them to get a room right away.

Isn’t this the normal development process of things?

You want to do journalism?
Are you still a man, Ian Carr?
Ian is a man, of course, but he knows better than anyone that beautiful women are readily available, but good news won't always wait for him...Beautiful women are the most abundant resource in this world!
In pursuit of beauty, you lose everything.

Pursue wealth, you have it all!
Kate Beckinsale, you'll be mine sooner or later!
I'm in no hurry!
He moored the boat at the dock quickly and skillfully.

Then he pulled Kate toward the dock: "I can't miss this opportunity. I need at least a hundred thousand dollars to keep the Los Angeles Herald alive!"

Kate hurriedly said: "I can give it to you!"

Ian shook his head slightly.

He smiled at Kate's face and said, "Don't underestimate a man's self-esteem, and don't underestimate the professionalism of a god-level reporter."

Whether it is for the development of the company or for the upgrade of his eyes, Ian would not miss the opportunity.

He has to do it!
Even if it's risky!
Even at this moment, he felt a huge excitement in his heart, a passion for adventure.

Interesting!
Did time travel really change my mindset?

Or is it that my dual journalistic qualifications have greatly improved my professional qualities?

At this moment, Ian escorted Kate to the dock and said, "By the way, can you give me your contact information? I believe we will be in touch after the report comes out. Even the police will have to look for us."

Kate Beckinsale took a long breath and took out a business card from her bag: "At least Charlie Mills didn't throw away my bag."

Ian put away the business card, picked up the camera and hung it around his neck.

After thinking for a while, he gently hugged Kate and kissed her delicate face.

Kate looked at him blankly and did not refuse.

This man... is very charming.

She even expected him to go a step further, but Ian just chuckled and returned to the boat.

Feeling the warmth that Ian left for her, Kate shouted: “Ian Karl, what makes you think you can fight those guys?”

Ian stopped.

He glanced at Kate, gave her a confident smile, and raised the Glock pistol in his hand: "Now I have a gun."

(End of this chapter)