American Scandal King

Chapter 14 Money is King
Los Angeles Herald offices.

In the morning Ian was looking in the mirror.

Spread points: 178/1000.

The continuous reports over the past few days have been improving Ian's right eye.

However, because Ian had been using perspective all the time, some of his experience was spent on recovering from visual fatigue.

Although Ian himself tried to persuade himself not to abuse it, it was like a child with a new toy, which was really hard to control - looking around, the streets were full of naked men and women.

Some people disgust you, others excite you.

The world brought by perspective is like a fusion of heaven and hell, ice and fire, full of contradictions and weirdness, and it allows Ian to enter a new uncovered world.

This feeling is so novel that it makes people linger. It may take a long time to become numb and no longer care.

In addition to the increase in spread points, another big benefit is money.

A continuous stream of blockbuster news will produce a long-tail effect, so that subsequent sales will become better and better, and even Director Hannett's prices for subsequent reports will continue to increase.

This brought Ian's total fees for selling news to $800,000.

Even this was still priced down.

The debt problem was finally resolved.

Feeling the pain in his eyes, Ian rubbed them, stopped looking through them, walked out of the office, and said, "Ron! How are the newspaper sales these days?"

Lloyd, who was working in the lobby, replied without even looking up, "The statistics haven't come out yet, but it should be over 50,000. I'll call and ask again!"

fifty thousand?

Even if restoring vision costs 50 points, so many reports only give 200 points?
No, what about CBS?
Ian carefully calculated the growth over the past period of time.

He soon realized that this might also be related to media channels.

As it stands, the fastest way to improve is to use your own news and your own channels. Although giving the news to other parties will increase your experience points, the effect will be limited.

So we still need to expand our channels!

At this moment, Ian activated his perspective again, looking through the backs of the editors. He could see that some of them were busy writing, some were lazily browsing pornographic websites, and some were whispering to each other.

"Ah! At least there's one advantage, which is that I can know who is working seriously, and I can be more accurate when laying off employees." Ian smiled softly after removing his perspective.

At this moment, Lloyd hung up the phone excitedly: "Our sales yesterday exceeded 12,000 copies! The sales in the past few days have been above 10,000 copies! Our actual sales are 60,000, not 50,000!"

I hate this number, it means experience points are harder to come by than I expected, Ian sighed.

Twelve thousand newspapers are the peak sales volume in the history of the Pioneer this year, although it is not the best sales volume of the Pioneer, let alone those major newspapers with daily sales of millions.

There’s nothing I can do, my foundation is weak!

Just like a great author may start with tens of thousands of collections when he publishes a book, while a flop may start with hundreds of collections. If you want to achieve good results, you must always have new things to stimulate readers and viewers.

For those who don’t cheat, this is too difficult!
Ian said, "This is just the beginning. By the way, did you sell my car?"

Lloyd was stunned for a moment: "Not yet, the news these days has brought us a good income..."

You are so easily satisfied.

Ian shook his head. "That's just a few bucks. Sell the car immediately. Then we'll have to continue collaborating with more freelance journalists and spend all the money we make. I want to secure more channels and sales before the end of the year so we can earn more advertising revenue, which is the real money! The company must grow!"

Lloyd stared at Ian in amazement.

Ian was stunned: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

The old man smiled.

He shook his head gently. "You've changed, Ian. You know that? Just before, I was still worried about you, but your performance these past few days has delighted me. You've brought back valuable news, and you've learned how to run a newspaper and are willing to invest. You no longer live a life of debauchery, and you've become a better person... The first thing you did when you got the money half a month ago was to go find those bitches!"

The old man's eyes were full of relief.

That was the emotion and excitement after seeing a child who had made him despair finally grow up.

Ian chuckled: "It could be worse. You can never see a person's true heart through the surface."

Lloyd was very serious: "If you can earn money seriously, you are a good kid... no matter what means you use!"

The old man is right.

Money is king!

This world isn't pure, but it is very clean! Ian gave Lloyd a hug and said, "But no matter what, thank you guys for sticking with me during the most difficult times for the Pioneer!"

He then shouted to all the staff in the hall: "Let us work together to create a better future. This time, I will not let you down!"

Following Ian's shout, all the editors in the hall stood up and applauded Ian.

No matter what kind of person Ian was in the past, at least in the past few days, he has shown the courage of a head of the family.

The editor named Locke even stood up and shouted, "Boss, I'm not quitting!"

Ian shook his head: "That doesn't sound like good news."

Laugh out loud.

………………

At dusk, Ian returned home.

Before he even entered the house, he saw the aunt next door smiling at him and saying, "Hi, Ian!"

Ian waved his hand: "Mrs. Antle."

Mrs. Antle came over with a smile: "You did a good job, Ian. I am now a loyal user of the Los Angeles Herald and buy your newspaper every day. Your news is great!"

Ian nodded politely. "Thank you very much for your support, ma'am. The Los Angeles Herald is committed to serving every valued customer and bringing you the best, fastest, and most comprehensive news."

Mrs. Antle was a little dissatisfied and twisted her fat body: "Don't tell me that, Ian. By the way, are you still single?"

Ian was stunned: "Yes. Why?"

Mrs. Antel looked at him with a smile: "I have a niece..."

Ian was amused.

He walked up to Mrs. Antle and smiled. "I'm very touched, ma'am. Do you know why? Ma'am, it's not because of your niece, but because you're the first person willing to invest in me. You have great potential and investment vision. Go invest in stocks, you will make a fortune."

Mrs. Antle was amused by him. As she watched Ian go back to the house, she couldn't help but think: Am I so discerning?

Wait, what is investment?

Fuck, Ian Carr, how can you call this an investment? This is clearly a beautiful love!

Unfortunately, Ian had already entered the house, so Mrs. Antle had to give up the idea.

When he got home, Ian yelled, "Mom, don't make me dinner. I have to leave soon! I'm only coming back to take a bath!"

"What's wrong, Ian?" Mrs. Carr asked from the kitchen.

Ian said, "CBS wants to do an interview with me."

"You are a reporter yourself, what interview are you going to do?"

“They paid me a hundred thousand.”

"Ah, then you should come back early. It's not safe at night."

"Okay, Mom!" Ian agreed and went upstairs to take a shower.

After taking a shower, Ian looked at himself in the mirror.

A neat suit and golden curly hair that fits perfectly where it should be.

The boy's handsome face was radiant after bathing, and his eyes were full of confidence.

Yes, this is a real handsome guy!

Walking out of the house, Ian stood on the street.

The neighbors nearby looked at him.

The old man opposite shouted, "Ian Carr, good job, brat. You're finally doing what a man should do! You're a hero!"

It's really rare. It seems that the neighbors nearby are starting to change their impression of me.

So, your character is not important, what is important is your grades!
If you have achievements and status, you will be popular!
Ian turned his eyes and saw that everyone nearby was smiling and waving at him.

Ian also smiled and bowed, saying, "Thank you all for your hospitality. If I can't see you again, then I wish you all a good morning, good afternoon, and good night!"

The neighbors shouted: "Goodbye, Truman!"

(End of this chapter)