American Gossip King

Chapter 62 I Want to Be Ian Karl

In the hotel room, Ian lifted up her plump, fragrant buttocks, closed the door with his foot, and walked towards the bedroom as if carrying a pendant.

The girl, who had just tasted the pleasure, clearly developed a taste for it after being explored by Ian.

She held Ian tightly, and the two embraced and kissed passionately.

Feeling Ian's gentle touch, the girl giggled, "No, no, don't touch there, Ian."

Her lovely face was filled with excitement and shyness, but inside she was overjoyed.

She felt completely captivated by Ian and didn't want to leave him for even a minute.

While verbally expressing refusal, the body honestly gives the most fervent response.

Ian smiled and pressed her hot body down beneath him: "Do you mind?"

Scarlett bit her lower lip as she looked at him, then kissed him passionately, showing everything through her actions.

Just then, Ian suddenly let go of her.

He got up and left the bedside.

"What's wrong, Ian?" Scarlett sat up in surprise.

Ian went to the window and drew the curtains.

He smiled and turned around: "There's a guy over there watching me... I've become a bit famous lately, and I'm also a target for those reporters who hate me."

As he spoke, he walked back with a smile, hugged Scarlett, and the softness and dampness of her skin touched him deeply.

Scarlett was visibly nervous: "Can you see me?"

"Do you care about this?" Ian asked.

Scarlett thought about it for a moment, and her nervousness disappeared.

She gently shook her head: "No! I'd love for the whole world to know."

Ian smiled.

These words were spoken with boundless sincerity!

He kissed her passionately. "Then don't worry. Only I can report on what happens between you and me."

If it were Kate, she would be angry to hear that.

But Scarlett wouldn't.

She looked forward to the day when Ian would report on their relationship, so that she could openly be his little woman!

So she happily closed her eyes, letting out a passionate moan, completely intoxicated by Ian's tenderness.

Just as they were getting intimate, the phone rang.

Ian kissed Scarlett: "Baby, relax, there's a phone call."

"No!" Scarlett said playfully, "You talk your thing, I'll do mine. It won't affect anything..."

As she spoke, she slid down towards Ian's lower body.

Uh……

Even young girls experiencing their first love can have their wild moments!

Ian simply didn't stop her and took the phone: "Congressman Brand."

Brand chuckled on the phone, "You've gotten Chief Baton into trouble. He helped you out last time. He asked me to put in a good word for you!"

I knew it.

Ian, feeling Scarlett's presence and savoring her sweetness, smiled and said, "It's nothing serious, not enough to cost him his position. I can put in a good word for him with Mayor Kuch and promise not to create any news that could harm him in the future, as long as he does me a small favor in return."

Opportunities are created by oneself. They suppress you first, and then support you. That's business!

Who says you can't be an official if you have a bad reputation?

US lawmakers even passed anti-Semitic laws; their reputation is pretty bad, isn't it?

How many have stepped down?

A bad reputation can affect direct elections, but it has less impact on non-direct elections. The key is whether the person who determines your position thinks it's worth the effort for you.

So as long as Ian supports him, this matter won't affect Betton's status.

Brand understood: "What is it?"

Ian chuckled, "The police and journalists have always cooperated in many ways. I just need Your Excellency to make things easier for us in this regard."

This time, Ian wasn't making the request as a reporter, but as the boss.

Gaskell taught him that a good boss is one who provides more convenience for hardworking and capable subordinates—with the help of the police, the reporter from the Herald could also get convenience for ordinary news about violent cases in the future.

Although paparazzi may use police wiretapping devices to obtain information, nothing beats the convenience of the police proactively providing information. The police can even give the information to a specific reporter before dispatching officers.

If the money is right, everything is negotiable.

The benefits of this are even greater than one or two major news stories—and importantly, it doesn't require Ian to put in any effort.

Increase your wealth without increasing your pupil power!

Brand laughed: "That's no problem, I can agree for him right now."

As he was about to hang up, he suddenly realized something and said, "Did I disturb you?"

Ian glanced at Scarlett, who was lying on top of him, and chuckled, "I don't need to move myself."

Scarlett opened her little teeth and took a bite out of him.

"Hiss!" Ian gasped.

Scarlett shouted, "This is Scarlett Johnson, I'm in FUK Ian Carl!"

Brand: "..."

The latest novel is first published here!

I really want to be Ian Carl!

He eventually hung up the phone after saying, "I really envy you."

Ian glanced at Scarlett and chuckled, "Naughty!"

Scarlett chuckled at him, then abruptly pulled down her last piece of clothing, revealing her beautiful spring-like skin.

"No...no...Scarlett! I need to rest!" Ian shook his head repeatedly.

Then he grabbed Scarlett and the two of them began to make love.

Springtime was in full bloom, and laughter echoed everywhere.

………………

Two days later.

Touchstone Pictures' private party room.

Ian entered alone, where he was greeted by CEO Bertram Rick, as well as Michael Bay, Ben Affleck, and others.

Rick gave Ian a warm hug: "You're a genius, Ian Carl. Your bet boosted the Los Angeles Herald's sales twentyfold. That's a miracle in American business history."

Six months ago, they ignored this young prodigy, believing that everything he had was just luck.

But now, no one dares to think that way anymore.

In this situation, Bertram Lickrick extended a third invitation to Ian to discuss the publicity for Pearl Harbor.

Ian smiled: "If I fail, I will have nothing."

Bertram Rick laughed: "You won't fail."

To be precise, he didn't care whether Ian failed or not. After all, the failure happened at the end of 01, while Pearl Harbor was released in the middle of the year. They only needed two months of promotion for GG.

Michael Bay gave him a warm hug: "Your news stories are also great. Sometimes I really want to bring your stories to the screen."

Ian laughed and said, "Then there aren't enough stories yet. You can wait a little longer; there will be many more good stories."

Then he changed the subject: "WND News and the Los Angeles Herald have cooperated fully with your publicity efforts. Ten million, how about that?"

Sometimes, there's no need to be too subtle in business.

A negotiation might take three hours, but only ten minutes might be spent discussing serious matters. The rest of the time is spent on pleasantries and building rapport, while a high-level negotiator uses the opportunity to probe the other party's weaknesses.

Ian and Bertram are already very familiar with each other, so there's no need to probe their background.

Bertram Rick shook his head repeatedly: "This price is too high. We don't only have your channel."

He truly regrets it now.

Six months ago, Ian Carl was only asking for 300,000!

The asking price is now ten million, which is outrageous!

Fortunately, he didn't know about refusing Ian back then, otherwise it would have given some people an excuse to attack him, and his position might have been in jeopardy.

Ian raised an eyebrow slightly: "But only I can bring you big news... and now it's at the bottom price."

(End of this chapter)