American Gossip King

Chapter 27 Big News

The Los Angeles Herald's president's office.

Ian was sitting with his legs crossed, looking at the news he had just revealed on his laptop.

Ian actually prefers online news to newspapers.

After all, there is direct interaction with readers there, and various reactions after reading the reports.

Americans are also hypocrites, and they also have their own unique American-style internet humor.

Some have a berserk tendency:

"Fuck, I knew she was a slut!"

"Fake! This woman is selling counterfeit goods! She doesn't even have a bear!"

"No wonder they needed two men, they were awful. Let me handle this, Lily, I'll show you what a real man is!"

People with fragile hearts:

"Oh my God, Lily, how could you do such a thing? My dreams are shattered."

"How could you do this to Elby?"

Feminist themes:

"You should be on top, Lily. How could you let that disgusting man pin you down?"

"The great Lily broke with tradition; polyandry should be the way it is!"

"True feminism should be about women being together!"

There are potential buyers:

"If Elby doesn't want you, I'll want you, Lily."

"No, you don't deserve it, you bastard!"

More often than not, there were all sorts of nonsensical comments.

"This material will last me a year!"

"This is my life's work, and it's my livelihood!"

"No, buddy, you'll only last two months at most, because new people will be popping up soon."

There was sarcasm, there was abuse, there was support, but there was virtually no resistance.

This mess won't ruin Lily Marta's career, it will only damage her reputation and lower her value.

It can only be said that the environment in the United States is quite open in this regard.

Looking at those comments, Ian smiled with satisfaction.

Just then, a cheer suddenly erupted outside: "Fifteen thousand copies! We sold fifteen thousand copies today!"

That was Lloyd's excited shout.

Upon hearing the number, Ian left his office and went to the lobby.

When Lloyd saw him come out, he shouted, "Hail to our great boss!"

Lloyd used to look down on Ian and wouldn't even call him "boss," but today, all that is changing.

He has genuinely fallen in love with Ian!

Who wouldn't want to work for a capable and good boss?

"roar!!!"

"Ian!"

The editors stood up and cheered excitedly.

The tears of celebrities are the great achievements of journalists, the swelling of their wallets, and the future of their lives!

A few happy and a few sad.

Considering that only Lily Marta is sad, but a large group of people are happy, this is a good deal!

Standing in the center of the hall, receiving the cheers, adoration, and admiring gazes of his subordinates, Ian smiled and nodded to each one.

After the applause subsided, Lloyd said, "Say a few words, Ian. You're a competent boss now."

"Fifteen thousand scores is not bad, but it's far from enough," Ian replied.

He looked at his editors and said softly, "My father once set a record of tens of thousands of copies sold here in a single day. That was the pinnacle of the Los Angeles Herald. Today, we have broken that record, but only today."

As he spoke, he looked around at the crowd: "I hope you understand that the battlefield of news is an eternal battlefield; the smoke of battle will always be there, and the fight will never stop. Today's glory only represents today; it is destined to become the past, to become history. The future still requires our continued efforts. We will use every means to obtain valuable news and increase sales."

"My goal is to make the Los Angeles Herald the greatest newspaper in the world, and to make our company the greatest media group in the world. Today, we are just a newspaper; tomorrow we will be a television station, the internet, and everything!"

"I don't want daily sales of 15,000, I want 1.5 million! Not the highest record, but the daily average record!"

"Everything we have today is just the foundation."

"One day in the future, when we look back, we'll find that today's sales figures seem insignificant, but they will be the starting point for our future glory. Standing on this foundation, we will grow bigger and stronger, and create even greater achievements!!!"

"In the future, we will become the most powerful beings in this world."

"We show the world who is good and who is evil! We reveal to the world all the darkness and light! We can even decide who is president!"

"This is the media; it is our strength, it is the meaning of our existence!"

"Let the world hear our voice!!!"

Ian waved his arms and shouted, his voice strong and infectious.

All the editors shouted together:

"Ian!"

………………

In an open-air tea bar in downtown Los Angeles, a blonde beauty in her thirties, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, sat there, clutching a Chanel bag tightly in her hand, with a black suitcase at her feet.

Cressida Tillman.

She's a TV star, not a big name, but from a good family. She claims to be an innocent and pure girl, but in reality, she's a lustful woman who has a lot of fun.

The latest novel is first published here!

She's beautiful, wild in bed, and has a variety of moves; she also has a great appetite.

In the United States, sex scandals in the entertainment industry are usually not fatal unless they involve rape or child abuse.

Cressida's problem is simply that, like Lili Marta, she's been involved in some wild and extreme activities, and then she was caught on camera.

Therefore, it's difficult for Ian to ask for a very good price.

In China, this would easily fetch tens of millions.

Pity.

Standing at the street corner, Ian looked around to make sure there was nothing particularly troublesome before heading towards Cressida Tillman.

Ian sat down next to her and tossed her an envelope.

Cressida Tillman took the envelope, unfolded it, glanced at it, and then everything went black.

Then she glared at him angrily: "You despicable rat!"

Ian shook his head slightly: "Don't mind it, this is business, and I don't think your current performance will help our future relationship."

Cressida felt a jolt in her heart.

She knew perfectly well that Ian definitely still had the negatives; the money was just to keep him from revealing the information.

So she quickly put on a smiling face: "Ian Carl, you're excellent, I admire you no matter what. Would you like to have a drink with me sometime?"

As she spoke, she lightly licked her tongue, her eyes full of allure.

Actors are all very good at seducing others.

Are you planning to get your money back this way? Or are you simply after me?

Ian chuckled and shook his head: "Thank you, but no need."

Cressida frowned: "You don't think much of me?"

Ian shook his head: "You misunderstand, Miss Tillman. I'm not a germaphobe, but not sleeping with clients is my code of conduct."

Cressida roared, "I'm not your customer! Don't even think about trying to extort me again!"

Ian shook his head seriously: "I have my own bottom line, and I will never exploit you repeatedly with these things. But if you have something new in my hands next time, that will be a second deal."

He smiled slightly and picked up the black briefcase at his feet.

When you open it, you'll find half a million US dollars neatly arranged inside.

Ian smiled with satisfaction, closed the box, and said, "Thank you for your generosity. Goodbye."

With that, Ian turned and left.

Cressida yelled, "You're a piece of trash!"

Ian stopped and turned to look at Cressida, smiling. "Perhaps, but I prefer to call it a paid blindness service."

Paid blindness treatment?

Cressida's vision went black.

How could this person say such a thing?

But who can't invent a new word?

This isn't your exclusive right, Mr. Jia.

(End of this chapter)