American Scandal King

Chapter 34 I’m talking about you

If you see some things too much, you will become numb.

Walking down the street, Ian faced the hidden absurdity helplessly and whistled: "Can't we get some other information?"

Sex news about non-celebrity people is not of much value.

Ian didn't care and just continued to watch slowly.

Ian strolled around like this, feeling the new world brought by the perspective and thinking about his next plan.

At this time he happened to come to a residential area.

A black car stopped in front of a red villa.

The people in the car got out and hurried into the house.

Ian stopped and smiled, "Finally, a celebrity?"

After thinking for a moment, he took out his phone and said, "Ron, it's me. 22 Plin Street. Call Bill over here immediately."

Editor-in-Chief Lloyd understood immediately: "Big news again?"

"It's not a big deal, just some celebrity's affair. I'll give you the address, let him do the work."

"You won't take action?"

"This little piece of trash isn't worth my effort." Ian said as he put away the phone and continued searching.

It is enough to provide clues for ordinary news, and by the way, test whether this kind of news that only provides clues but does not participate in the production can gain experience points.

After all, besides being a reporter, I am also a boss, so I have to delegate some work appropriately.

After searching all the way, Ian actually found a lot of negative information.

Los Angeles is a great place.

Hollywood is a great place!

………………

At dusk, Ian went home for dinner as usual.

The neighbors became more and more enthusiastic and greeted him one after another.

When Ian arrived at the door, he saw Chloe waiting there.

The moment the freckled girl saw him, she rushed over with bright eyes: "Ian, you are finally back."

Ian dodged her lunge and stood at the doorway, "What's up, Chloe?"

Chloe said aggrievedly: "I just want to go out with you, you haven't taken me out for a few days."

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

Chloe stared at him with wide eyes: "But you have made several major news stories."

"It all went to 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 don't have any money!"

Chloe glared at him: "Are you tired of playing with me?"

No play.

But I’m really tired of it!
Ian smiled and said, "Go back and eat. Don't let your mother worry."

As he said this he walked into the house.

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

With that she left angrily.

Ian shrugged.

Why do I feel like a scumbag?

No, you don't deserve it.

You have too much body odor, too many requirements, too high a price, and average looks...

There is no other benefit except the variety, and the price-performance ratio is too low!

Shaking his head, Ian turned around and was about to go into the house, but he saw a sinister middle-aged white man walking towards him on the street not far away.

The man had a sturdy physique and an imposing murderous aura, and one could tell from his eyes that he was not a good person.

Ian was familiar with that face and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hi, Ian," the other party called out.

Ian walked back to the front of the yard from the door and said, "Garrick?"

The other party was none other than the loan shark, the casino jerk and Fucheng Boy's thug. "What's the matter? I've already paid you back," Ian said.

Garrick came over laughing.

He put his arm around Ian's shoulders and walked him aside: "It has nothing to do with money, I just have something I want to tell you."

"what's up?"

Garrick took Ian in his arms and walked to a corner of the street. He said, "Do you know about the Danny Cosker case?"

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

Garrick asked, "Where did you get the follow-up report about the five kilograms of cargo?"

So this is what you're after?
For the gangster boss Madman Kit, the important thing is to get rid of his relationship with this matter. Five kilograms of goods can be discarded, but for Garrick, this is a lot of money.

How can you say it's not about money?

Everyone is in it for the money!
Ian replied: "One of my reporters gave it to me."

Garrick said, "I want his information."

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

Garrick was amused.

He squinted at Ian and asked, "Do you think I look like a fool?"

He spoke in a calm tone, but murderous intent seemed to overflow, and his eyes were full of cruelty.

Seeing his expression, Ian smiled.

He had seen many people do this to him.

Whenever he uncovered a conspiracy or found some black material, the other party would look at him with such murderous eyes.

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

Well, that was in China, and the United States is much more capable of doing evil.

But so what?
I am no longer the Li Yi I used to be!

As a time traveler, it is inevitable to have the mentality of being a child of destiny.

Behind Ian's outward humility lies a thriving ambition and domineering self-confidence.

At this moment, he put his hands in his pockets and asked leisurely, "Do you think I look like a coward who lets you do whatever you want?"

Garrick looked at Ian, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He shook his head slightly. "Ian, Ian, my young man, it seems that your success has given you more confidence? Yes, a series of blockbuster news is enough for you to make a fortune. Are you interested in playing again?"

Ian was amused.

He shook his head and said, "No, I don't want to play this kind of game anymore."

He said as he walked towards home.

Garrick raised his voice and asked, "Did I ever tell you that I'm a member of Fucheng Boys 13?"

Ian stopped and looked back at Garrick.

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

As expected, I still use this set!

Gangs are gangs. Can you expect them to use any more technologically advanced means?

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

Garrick laughed. "That's right. It looks like you're still a wimp."

With that said, he turned and left.

Simple thinking from the gangs!
Ian suddenly raised his voice: "The media industry is a very competitive industry."

Garrick looked back at him suspiciously.

Ian smiled. "We need breaking news every day... every day! If your newspaper doesn't have breaking news for a period of time, it means failure, and means being defeated by the brutal competition in the industry! So in the eyes of people like us, everything is worthy of making the headlines. For this, we will do anything... anything!"

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

Garrick laughed and said, "If you want to say that the shipment will make the news, I have no objection. Anyway, you just told me where the guy is, right?"

With that said, he turned and left.

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

(End of this chapter)