American Gossip King

Chapter 8 A mountain of debt

early morning.

"Ian! Breakfast is ready!" His mother's call seemed to come from afar.

Ian opened his eyes weakly and looked around the room.

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!

Last night's events were not a dream!

Ian let out a long sigh, struggling to overcome the pain of sleep deprivation.

Excellent paparazzi typically only sleep a few hours, but unfortunately, their bodies aren't up to the task—your soul is strong enough to last two days and two nights without sleep, but your body is weak enough to not even last two hours less a day.

This creates a mismatched feeling, like a big foot wearing a small shoe.

Ian struggled to get up.

The sunlight outside the window was just right, the shadows of the trees swayed gently, and there was a slight chill in the air of autumn.

"I'm coming down right away!" he shouted.

He went into the bathroom to wash his face, shaking off some of his drowsiness, and after brushing his teeth, he yawned as he went downstairs.

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

Mrs. Carl was a slightly overweight old lady, somewhat like a traditional Chinese mother, who deeply loved her children and had absolutely no idea of ​​kicking them out once they reached adulthood.

This is perhaps why Ian Karl is such a scoundrel.

A doting mother often spoils her son!

In contrast, Li Yi's mother in his previous life seemed quite ordinary—after his father and grandmother passed away, she irresponsibly sent him to live with relatives and then married off in a carefree manner.

This made Li Yi's feelings for his mother very weak and very bad!

Even today, looking at Mrs. Carl, he finally feels the wonderful feeling of being cared for by his mother.

Seeing her son come downstairs, her eyes were filled with deep worry: "Ron told me that you took all the newspaper's funds with you the day before yesterday."

Damn it, Ron Lloyd still brought it up, thankfully he didn't mention his gambling debts.

Ian walked over and sat down next to his mother, saying, "Don't worry, Mother, I did it to make money by buying sensational news. I've turned over a new leaf, and I won't let you down again."

Mrs. Carl had heard Thon's words of encouragement and hard work, and she did not doubt them: she did not doubt her son's determination, but rather his methods of striving.

The old lady said helplessly, "You must return the money quickly, otherwise the newspaper won't even be able to pay salaries."

"I will, Mom, we can solve it today." Ian hugged the old lady obediently.

He gently stroked the old woman, kissed her cheek, and held her tightly in his arms as if she were his own mother, awakening a long-lost tenderness...

This rare gentleness deeply moved the old lady.

How long?

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

This warmed her heart.

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

Mothers are so easy to coax.

Ian smiled, sat down, and started slurping down his oatmeal.

Having breakfast made Ian feel more energetic.

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

His predecessor was a piece of trash, a real spendthrift, but at least he gave Ian, who was strapped for cash, a semblance of wealth.

He looks presentable and presentable in public, but his pockets are empty.

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

"Good boy, do your job well, don't disappoint your father," Mrs. Carl murmured as she sat in the living room.

Her tone clearly indicated a lack of hope.

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

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

The little boy made a face at him and ran towards the house across the street.

Just as Ian was about to give chase, an old man rushed out of the house across the street and shouted at him, "Don't even think about messing with my grandson! I won't let you swindle his money again!"

Ian: "..."

Fragments of memory flashed through Ian's mind, and he recalled that his predecessor had indeed done this.

Thinking about it that way, the child scratching his own car could be considered a legitimate act of revenge.

I looked helplessly at the scratches on the car.

That little bastard scratched it with a key; that one cut alone will cost at least a thousand dollars.

Ian could only let it go.

Just then, a middle-aged woman from the next house, weighing about 200 pounds, came out.

She stood by the lawn fence and snapped, "Ian Carl, when are you going to pay me back?"

I freaking...

Ian slapped his forehead.

Just how much debt did you owe, predecessor?

The Los Angeles Herald now owes its partners $40,000, its employees nearly $50,000 in unpaid wages, over $10,000 to that loan shark Garrick, and over $10,000 in credit card debt...

The latest novel is first published here!

And yet he still has personal debt?

Ian was speechless.

Thinking about it now, he finally confirmed that his predecessor had messed around half a month ago, going next door and sleeping with the neighbor's niece, and also damaging her sofa and TV in the process.

The aunt next door didn't care about her niece's problems, but she was furious about the damage to the sofa and TV, so she owed her a thousand yuan.

He said helplessly, "It's yours tonight, Mrs. Antel."

Mrs. Antel snorted, "You've finally said something sensible, Ian Carl! You're a bad boy! Be a decent human being."

The old man opposite him chimed in, "That's right!"

This person has really bad interpersonal skills!

But there's nothing to complain about, just deal with it yourself.

These days:

Either be self-reliant or be independent!

Since we've chosen to abandon the "free and easy" route, we should naturally continue down that path.

Ian nodded and said, "I'll be a good person... But what exactly constitutes being a good person? Is it a useless, spendthrift, but harmless spoiled brat? Or a bastard who'll stop at nothing to make money?"

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

Ian gave a thumbs up.

I like what you said.

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

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

She's not particularly attractive, but she's good at many positions, though she 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, you didn't say that when you were fucking me."

Uh……

Ian sighed, "Just tell me how much I should pay you."

Chloe snorted, "I'm not the kind of woman who asks for money, but I've got my eye on a little gift that costs a thousand dollars."

You might as well just ask for money.

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

You're not worth that price; I've already been very generous!

Chloe grinned. "Don't tell my mom."

As she spoke, she swayed her hips and got into the car of a blond-haired white man with a nose ring not far away, waved to Ian, and drove off.

Ian watched their retreating figures, then shook his head with a wry smile.

Looking around, he saw that all the neighbors on the street were giving him disdainful looks.

Ugh!

This person has absolutely terrible interpersonal relationships!

Just as I was about to drive off, my phone received another message: "We're done, Ian Carl."

Who posted this?

Ian was momentarily stunned, but after thinking for a long time, he finally remembered a girl named Tori.

Fuck, you really had a lot of bad karma in your past life, with endless debts?

The key is all his good points; I have nothing, and can only savor them slowly in my memory.

We've lost a fortune!

(End of this chapter)