American Scandal King

Chapter 8 A pile of debt

early morning.

"Ian! It's time for breakfast!" Mother's call came as if from the horizon.

Ian opened his eyes weakly and looked around the room.

It was a standard American-style room with a desk opposite the bed, a laptop, and a camera next to it.

That’s right, I wore it!

Everything that happened last night was not a dream!

Ian let out a long sigh, trying to overcome the pain of lack of sleep.

It is normal for an excellent paparazzi to only sleep for a few hours, but their body is not strong enough and cannot support it - your soul is very strong and can withstand two days and two nights without sleep, but your body is very weak and cannot even withstand two hours less sleep a day.

This creates a sense of dislocation, as if big feet are wearing small shoes.

Ian tried to adjust, getting up with difficulty.

The sun is shining outside the window, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and there is a slight autumn chill.

"I'll be right down!" he shouted.

He went into the bathroom to wash his face to get rid of some sleepiness, brushed his teeth, and then went downstairs yawning.

In the small dining room next to the kitchen, Mrs. Carl had already prepared breakfast for him. On the colorful old tablecloth were oatmeal porridge, fried eggs and ham.

Mrs. Carl is a slightly plump old lady, a bit like a traditional Chinese mother. She loves her children deeply and has no intention of kicking them out when they become adults.

This may also be the reason why Ian Carr is such a bastard.

What a loser a loving mother is!

In comparison, Li Yi's mother in his previous life seemed very ordinary - after his father and grandmother passed away, she almost irresponsibly sent herself to a relative's house and then got married.

This makes Li Yi feel very weak and bad towards his mother!

Until today, looking at Mrs. Karl, he finally had the wonderful feeling of being cared for by his mother.

Seeing her son coming down, her eyes were filled with worry. "Ron told me that you took all the funds of the newspaper with you the day before yesterday."

Damn, Ron Lloyd finally told this story. Fortunately, he didn’t mention his gambling debts.

Ian came over and sat down next to his mother. He said, "Don't worry, mother. I went there to make money and buy some explosive news. I have changed my ways and I won't let you down again."

Mrs. Karl had heard Troian's words of encouragement and hard work, but she did not doubt them: she doubted not her son's determination, but the means by which he fought.

The old lady said helplessly: "You must return the money quickly, otherwise the newspaper will not be able to pay the salary."

"I will, Mom, and it can be solved today." Ian hugged the old lady obediently.

He caressed the old lady gently, kissed her cheek, and hugged her tightly, as if hugging his own biological mother, awakening the long-lost tenderness...

The old lady was deeply moved by this rare tenderness.

How long?
I haven't seen my son behave like this in a long time.

It made her feel warm inside.

She pushed her son away and looked at him excitedly: "I believe you, son."

Mothers are so easy to coax.

Ian smiled, sat down, picked up the cereal and started to eat it.

Ian felt more energetic after breakfast.

He put on the Burberry jacket he had bought for two thousand dollars and said, "Mom, I'm going to the company."

His previous life was a scumbag, and he was a real spendthrift, but at least he gave Ian, who was short of money, some surface glory.

He looks decent and can meet people when he goes out, but his pockets are empty.

My credit card is overdrawn and I can barely pay for gas.

"Good child, do your best and don't let your father down." Mrs. Carl murmured as she sat in the living room.

Her tone clearly showed some hopelessness.

After leaving home, Ian walked towards the Porsche at the door and saw a little boy drawing something on his car.

Ian yelled, "Hey! Don't touch my car!"

The little boy made a face at him and ran to the opposite house.

Ian was about to chase after him when he saw an old man rush out from the house opposite and yell at him, "Don't even think about taking advantage of my grandson. I won't let you cheat him out of his money again!"

Ian: "..." Fragments of memory flashed through his mind, and Ian remembered that his predecessor seemed to have done this.

Looking at it this way, a child scratching his own car can be considered legitimate revenge.

I looked at the scratches on the car helplessly.

You little bastard, you scratched it with a key. You've lost at least a thousand dollars in this one.

Ian could only let it go.

Just then, a neighbor lady weighing about 200 pounds came out from the house next door.

She stood by the lawn fence and shouted angrily: “Ian Karl, when will you pay me back?”

What the hell...

Ian slapped his forehead.

How much debt did you owe in your previous life?

The Los Angeles Herald now owes its partners $40,000, owes nearly $50,000 in employee salaries, owes that loan shark, Garrick, over $10,000, and has a credit card overdraft of over $10,000...

And there are personal debts?
Ian was speechless.

After thinking about it at this moment, I finally confirmed that my predecessor had an affair half a month ago. He went next door and had sex with the neighbor's aunt's niece, and broke her sofa and TV in the process.

The aunt next door didn't care about her niece's problem, but was very angry about the damage to the sofa and TV, so she owed her a thousand dollars.

He said helplessly: "I'll give it to you tonight, Mrs. Antle."

Mrs. Antle snorted: "Finally you said something human, Ian Carr! You are a bad boy! Be a human being."

The old man opposite echoed: "That's right!"

This interpersonal relationship is really bad!
But there's nothing to complain about, just solve it yourself.

These days:
Either be strong or be at ease!
Since you have chosen to give up the Ziyou route, you naturally have to keep going.

Ian nodded and said, "I will be a good person... What kind of person is a good person? An incompetent, wasteful but harmless second-generation rich kid? Or a jerk who will do anything to make money?"

The old man shouted: "Anyone who can make money is a good person!"

Ian gave a thumbs-up.

I like how you put it.

As he got on the bus, he saw a freckled girl in a red coat running towards him: "Ian!"

Ian looked at her in confusion, and after thinking for a while he remembered who she was. Her name was Chloe, and she was also the girl next door on Elk Street.

She is average looking, has many poses, but has a strong body odor.

Sitting in the car, Ian asked, "Do I owe you money too, Chloe?"

Chloe looked at him in surprise. "What do you mean? Ian, that's not how you say it when you fuck me."

Uh……

Ian was helpless: "Just tell me how much I should pay you."

Chloe exhaled through her nose: "I'm not the kind of woman who asks for money, but I have my eyes on a small gift that needs a thousand dollars."

You might as well just ask for the money.

Ian nodded: "I can give you five hundred, tonight."

You are not worth the price, I have been very generous!

Chloe smiled broadly: "Don't tell my mother."

As she spoke, she twisted her waist and got into the car of a yellow-haired white young man with a nose ring not far away. She waved to Ian and drove away.

Ian looked at their backs, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Looking around, he saw that all the neighbors on the street looked at him with disdain.

Ugh!
This person's popularity is absolutely terrible!
Just as he was about to drive off, another message came through on his phone: "We're done, Ian Carr."

Who posted it?
Ian was confused for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he finally remembered a girl named Tori.

Fuck, you really had a lot of bad karma in your previous life, and your debts are endless?

The key is all his advantages. I have nothing and can only savor them slowly in my memory.

Big loss!

(End of this chapter)