American Gossip King

Chapter 100 Taking Down the Times

On this day, the Los Angeles Herald and the Los Angeles Times jointly issued a statement.

The Los Angeles Herald won the bet, and the Acton family will sell their shares as agreed.

At the same time, the news broadcasted was about the death of old Acton.

When two news stories come together, the truth behind them is intriguing.

Many believe that the death of Acton Sr. was directly related to the Los Angeles Times losing the bet, but so what?

You lost the bet and got so angry that you died; you can't blame anyone else.

What's remarkable is that the Times was so generous as to directly show footage of old Acton's death... How could they even give that out?

Are you just going to watch old Acton die on the spot and then let you report on it?

Is this acceptable?

Outrageous!!!

This bet also made Ian Carr a national celebrity again—he won the bet in just four months, a feat that amazed everyone.

This bet allowed Ian to acquire a 70% stake in the Los Angeles Times for only $4.48 million, but 20% of the difference will be recouped through other channels.

However, the deal has not yet been completed—Gassier is still in the hospital.

Without his approval, Ian wouldn't have gotten the loan.

………………

Bernard Private Hospital.

Ian entered the ward carrying flowers.

Lena is feeding Gascoigne milk.

Seeing Ian come in, Lena happily went over and gave him a passionate kiss: "I've seen the report. Gaskell has already called the bank, and the process will be completed soon. The loan should be disbursed in ten days at most."

Ian frowned and came to Gaskell's side: "You don't need to be in such a hurry. You need to take care of your health first."

Gaskell chuckled, reclining on the cushions: "It didn't take much effort. You won the bet this time; that 70% stake alone is worth over 500 million. Even without me, plenty of banks would be willing to lend you money."

This time, there's really no need for Gaskell's influence; the deal is too good to pass up, and loans can be easily obtained from anywhere.

Ian smiled and said, "You look much better today."

Gaskell smiled: "The miracle of life does exist, it is reflected in you, and it is reflected in me. Perhaps I possess some kind of special ability, which is called immortality."

"We agreed not to mention this." Ian was speechless.

Gasker chuckled lightly, his face twitching slightly, and said, "There are no outsiders."

Ian looked at him suspiciously: "What happened to your face?"

Gaskell said softly, "It might be a nerve injury; it twitches occasionally."

"Will it recover?" Ian asked with concern.

Gaskell sighed, "I don't know, but what's worse is my eyes; my right eye's vision has deteriorated significantly."

Uh……

Did you inherit the side effects of my eyes?

Lena cut the apple into small pieces and fed them to Gasker: "Having escaped death, these problems are no longer a big deal. Don't worry, I won't look down on you."

As she spoke, love welled up in her eyes.

She still loved Gaskell and Ian Carl.

What's remarkable is that neither of the men felt jealous; in fact, they were happy about it.

Lena felt like the happiest woman in the world!

Gaskell said, "But I still hope I get better as soon as possible. You know, Ian, a person with facial tics isn't suited to stand in the spotlight, isn't suited to be chairman. Especially since they might think the bullet has seriously affected my IQ."

Ian responded softly, "You'll prove you're fine."

Gaskell said, "But if it's a larger loan, that's a different story. The board will either think I've lost my mind, or they'll think my personal relationship with you is affecting business."

Ian asked in surprise, "How did you know I needed more loans?"

Gaskell chuckled, "It's not just Lena who knows you! Before the shooting, you called me with such excitement, which means you had a plan you thought was great, and a big one at that."

Ian: "..."

An old fox is indeed an old fox; he could understand the meaning behind just a few words. Of course, this was also because Gaskell and he were already very familiar with each other.

At that moment, Gaskell said, "Come on, tell me your plan."

Ian said, "Besides CBS, I also plan to short the Italian lira..."

Gaskell asked in surprise, "Why short the Italian lira?"

Ian thought for a moment: "I'm just bearish. I know you might think I'm gambling again..."

Gaskell quickly replied, "No, the stock market, the foreign exchange market, and futures are not gambling... Although many people consider them gambling, they are fundamentally different. It's not about luck, but about our understanding of the market, our understanding of businesses, and even our understanding of the country. I'm a banker, after all; I can't categorize the financial market with casinos. My question is, are you sure you can win?"

Ian said, "I'm about 80% sure."

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The old man asked, "Based on your special abilities?"

Ian gave a wry smile: "Can we not talk about special abilities? I don't have any special abilities, Gaskell, that's technology! I'd rather explain it as alien technology, but if you want me to show it to you, I'd rather smash your head open with my own hands... It should be easier to smash now."

Gaskell laughed, "Okay, it's technique... your technique is fantastic!"

Lena whispered softly, "It's really great!"

Gaskell muttered to himself, "An 80% reliability rate? Well, it's worth a try. Since the odds aren't high, there's no need to raise too much capital. Like I said, Ian, I don't object to you making money in the financial markets, but that shouldn't be your main method, and it's not worth expending too much energy on. Investments like this must be based on the premise that even if it fails, it won't have a fundamental impact on you."

Lena complained, "You're not suited to using your brain right now."

Gaskell laughed and said, "That bullet was merciful. It was like a stone shot by a naughty child with a slingshot. Apart from damaging the doors and windows, it hardly destroyed anything inside, so it didn't affect the internal operation."

As he spoke, his face twitched again.

Ian nodded: "You're right. In the future, even if I'm 100% sure about something, I won't bet everything. That's not a good habit. Financial investment can be a side job, but it will never be my main source of income."

Gaskell hummed in agreement, then looked at Ian: "How confident are you about that big event?"

Ian replied, "It's 95% now."

Through Catherine, Ian obtained Mohammed Atta's address.

It's in the United States.

Since they've already come all the way from Germany, there's basically no way they can escape this situation.

So after the Acton family matter was over, he sent Leso to make contact.

Of course, if this hadn't happened, Ian wouldn't mind giving it a push—we're the newsmakers, after all.

However, Ian can create other things on his own initiative, but he doesn't want this one.

Firstly, this matter is extremely serious, with incredibly severe consequences. Once it's leaked, even a god couldn't protect you... The so-called power to do whatever you want also has its limits.

Secondly, as the old man said, if you place your hopes of making money on casinos, you will become addicted. Similarly, if you place all your big news on creating your own stories, you will also become addicted.

Occasionally creating news is fine, but it's best not to get carried away with actively creating such horrific events. Being a good recorder is enough.

Gaskell chuckled, "If that's the case, the CBS matter will be much easier. Interested in continuing the bet?"

Hearing this, Ian chuckled: "Of course. I was just afraid they wouldn't accept it."

Gaskell said, "A good bet is not one where one party loses and the other gains, but where both parties benefit."

Ian nodded slightly: "You're right, Gaskell. I'll give them an offer they can't refuse, a win-win situation."

(End of this chapter)