American Gossip King

Chapter 34 I'm talking about you

You become numb to some things after seeing them too often.

Walking down the street, Ian sighed helplessly at the various absurdities hidden within, whistling, "Can't we get some other information?"

Sexual news about non-celebrities is of little value.

Ian didn't seem to care and just continued watching slowly.

While experiencing the new world brought by the perspective, Ian strolled around, conceiving his next plan.

He happened to arrive at a residential area.

A black car was parked in front of a red villa.

The people in the car got off and hurriedly went into the house.

Ian stopped, a smile playing on his lips. "Finally, a celebrity?"

After thinking for a moment, he took out his phone: "Ron, it's me. 22 Prince Street. Get Bill over here right now."

Editor-in-Chief Lloyd immediately understood: "Is there big news again?"

"It's not a big deal, just some minor celebrity having an affair. Here's the address, let him do the work."

"Aren't you going to make a move?"

"This kind of trash isn't worth my time," Ian said, putting away his phone and continuing his search.

For regular news, just provide clues. By the way, let's test whether we can gain experience points by only providing clues and not participating in the production of news.

After all, besides being a reporter, I'm also a boss, so I need to delegate some work appropriately.

After searching around, Ian actually found quite a lot more dirt on him.

Los Angeles is a great place.

Hollywood is a great place!

………………

As usual, Ian went home for dinner at dusk.

His neighbors' enthusiasm grew even stronger, and they all greeted him warmly.

When Ian arrived at his doorstep, he saw Chloe waiting there.

The moment the freckled girl saw him, her eyes lit up as she rushed over: "Ian, you're finally back!"

Ian dodged her lunge and stood in the doorway, saying, "What is it, Chloe?"

Chloe said, feeling wronged, "I just wanted to go out with you. You haven't taken me out for days."

Ian shook his head slightly: "I even sold my car, now I have nothing."

Chloe stared at him with wide eyes: "But you've made several big news stories."

"It all went into buying equipment. Do you know how expensive those cameras are? And they can only be used once... I can't get them back," Ian sighed.

He looked at the girl and said, "I have no money!"

Chloe stared at him, wide-eyed. "Are you tired of me?"

I haven't played it.

But I'm really tired of it!

Ian smiled and said, "Go back and eat. Don't worry your mother."

As he spoke, he walked into the house.

Chloe glared at his retreating back and yelled, "You've changed, Ian! But not everyone is as easy to talk to as I am."

She left angrily after saying that.

Ian shrugged.

Why does he give off a "scumbag" vibe?

No, you don't deserve it.

Your body odor is too strong, your demands are too high, your price is too expensive, and your looks are average...

Aside from its variety, it offers no other advantages; the cost-effectiveness is too low!

Shaking his head, Ian turned to go inside, but saw a sinister-looking middle-aged white man walking towards him from the street not far away.

The man had a strong physique and a menacing aura; his eyes alone were enough to tell he was no good.

Ian recognized that face and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, Ian," the other person called out.

Ian returned to the front of the yard from the doorway and said, "Garrick?"

The other party was that loan shark casino bastard, the henchman of the Fucheng boy.

"Is there anything I can help you with? I've already paid you back," Ian said.

Garrick walked over, laughing heartily.

He put his arm around Ian's shoulder and led him aside: "It's not about money, there's something I want to tell you."

"What is it?"

Garrick pulled Ian to a corner of the street and asked, "Do you know about Danny Koskerry's case?"

Ian was speechless: "The Los Angeles Herald was the first to report on this case, and I even went there myself to film it."

Garrick asked, "Where did the information about the subsequent reports, about those five kilograms of goods, come from?"

So that's what you were after too?

For gangster boss Madman Gitt, the important thing is to get rid of his ties to this matter; he can throw away five kilograms of goods. But for Garrick, it's a lot of money.

How can you say this isn't about the money?

Everyone's after money!

Ian replied, "One of my journalists gave it to me."

The latest novel is first published here!

Garrick said, "I need his information."

Ian shook his head slightly: "I don't know who he is. This is the first time he's working with me. He said it's a secret and he won't reveal his identity to avoid trouble."

Garrick laughed.

He squinted at Ian: "Do you think I look like a fool?"

His tone was calm as he spoke, but his murderous intent seemed to overflow, and his eyes were filled with ruthlessness.

Seeing his expression, Ian smiled.

He had seen many people treat him like that.

Whenever he exposes a conspiracy or finds some dirt on someone, the other party looks at him with that cannibalistic gaze.

But most of the time, they can't do anything.

Okay, that was in China. The United States is much more capable of committing evil deeds there.

But so what?

I am no longer the Li Yi I used to be!

As a time traveler, it's inevitable to have a sense of being the chosen one.

Behind Ian’s outward humility lies a burgeoning ambition and an overwhelming self-confidence.

With his hands in his pockets, he casually retorted, "Do you think I look like a coward you can manipulate?"

Garrick looked at Ian, his gaze softening slightly.

He shook his head slightly: "Ian, Ian, my young buddy, it seems your success has given you more confidence? Yes, a few big news stories in a row should be enough to make you a fortune. Interested in trying your luck again?"

Ian was amused.

He shook his head and said, "No, I don't play those kinds of low-level games anymore."

He then walked towards his home.

Garrick raised his voice, "Did I ever tell you I was a member of Fortune City Boys 13?"

Ian stopped and looked back at Garrick.

Garrick smiled slightly: "I need that guy's information. Give it to me by tomorrow at the latest, or I can't guarantee what will happen to your newspaper."

So they really did have to use this method!

Gangs are gangs, what more sophisticated methods can you expect them to use?

Ian pretended to think it over seriously, then nodded slightly: "Okay, I agree."

Garrick laughed heartily: "That's more like it. Looks like you're still a coward."

With that, he turned and left.

That's the simplistic thinking of the mafia!

Ian suddenly raised his voice: "Media is a highly competitive industry."

Garrick looked back at him suspiciously.

Ian smiled: "We need breaking news every day...every single day! If your newspaper doesn't have breaking news for a period of time, it means failure, it means being defeated by the brutal competition in the industry! So in the eyes of people like us, everything that exists deserves to be on the front page. We'll do anything for it...anything at all!"

He spoke the last four words with an exceptionally heavy tone.

Garrick chuckled, "If you want to say that shipment will make headlines, I have no problem with that. After all, all you're doing is telling me where that guy is, right?"

With that, he turned and left.

Ian looked at him with disdain and whispered, "No, I'm talking about you, you idiot!"

(End of this chapter)