American Scandal King

Chapter 40 Hitchhiking

The next morning, Ian went to the newspaper office first.

After finishing his business, Ian looked at the time and saw that it was getting late, so he walked out of the office and said, "Ron!"

Lloyd, who was busy processing the manuscript, looked up: "What's up, boss?"

"I have to go to Auckland for something, and I'm not sure when I'll be back. I'll leave the social media for you for the next few days. Remember the same thing: try to find more valuable news. Don't worry about the money. What I need now is to increase the influence of the Herald."

"Okay, boss." Lloyd looked at Ian doubtfully: "What are you doing in Auckland?"

"An interview with a big shot." Ian smiled slightly.

"Then you'd better be careful, this will pass through the Chaos District."

The so-called chaotic district is not the name of a street, but refers to areas where gangs are concentrated.

"Don't worry, I won't stay, and I've prepared this." Ian gently opened his suit, revealing a gun at his waist.

Lloyd was speechless: "Why do you carry a gun?"

"Because I have the right to shoot." Ian smiled.

Lloyd: “…”

After explaining the remaining work to Lloyd, Ian drove off.

It is about 600 kilometers from Los Angeles to Auckland, which can be reached in four or five hours by car.

Driving along the road, enjoying the breeze, Ian leisurely looked at the scenery outside the window.

Along the way, there were vast fields everywhere and the sky was clear and cloudless.

At this moment, I was humming a song on the road when suddenly the car made a few grunts and slowed down abruptly.

"Damn it!"

Ian cursed and quickly pulled the car over.

After getting out of the car, he opened the hood and saw a puff of white smoke coming out of the engine.

"Fuck!" Ian cursed.

Maybe I shouldn’t have sold my Porsche. Used cars are just unreliable!
Ian could only call the towing company first, then he took a large black box and stood on the side of the road to stop a car.

Unfortunately, as cars passed by, no one was willing to stop to give him a ride - this place was a bit close to the MS13 territory, and parking meant a huge risk.

This made Ian feel helpless.

Finally, a black Rolls-Royce drove over from a distance.

Ian thought about it, then walked to the middle of the road, pulled out his gun and fired a shot into the sky.

Squeak!

The car stopped.

Ian walked over slowly and approached the car window.

There was a couple in the car. The man was an old man in a suit and tie, with neatly combed hair. He had a good temperament and looked rich. The woman was young and beautiful in a gorgeous fur coat, showing off her wavy chest.

She has red curly hair, which sets off her delicate face, especially her bright big eyes and delicate and bright red mouth, making her look a bit like Marilyn Monroe.

At this moment, both of them were obviously scared. Ian smiled and pointed to his lane: "My car is broken down. Can I get a ride?"

The old man looked at Ian in astonishment: "Just for a ride?"

Ian nodded: "Yes, you can pay."

The old man was speechless: "Then you don't have to shoot." "Will you stop if I don't shoot?" Ian asked back.

The old man thought about it seriously and laughed: "No, it won't. So you did nothing wrong."

The car was back on the road and Ian got in the back seat with the beautiful lady.

It’s not about taking advantage, but sitting in the back gives you more initiative: if you sit in the passenger seat, what if the beauty in the back suddenly takes out a rope and strangles you?

If you want to survive in the United States, you really can't be careless at all!
When he got on the bus, he apologized to the old man again: "No one wanted to give me a ride, so I had no choice. I'm sorry to scare you, sir."

The old man chuckled and said, "I understand and I accept your apology. Oh, by the way, my name is Gaskell Bent, and this is my wife, Lena Bent. Nice to meet you."

"Ian Carr, nice to meet you too." Ian replied politely.

An old man and a young wife, plus a Rolls-Royce, the old man is definitely a rich man - Ian went for the Rolls-Royce. A person should know how to choose his friends, even if they are greeted with a gun.

Perhaps because they saw that Ian did not look like a vicious person, the three of them started chatting casually.

Only then did Ian realize that Gaskell was actually a banker, and he was the banker of the Lino Bank in Los Angeles.

Bankers in the United States have considerable status and power. Even if Gaskell only owns a regional bank, he is still a big shot.

But it's obviously not to the point where they have bodyguards everywhere they go.

At this moment, Lian Na, who was sitting next to him, said, "By the way, what are you doing in Auckland?"

Ian replied: "To interview a friend."

"Interview?" Lena looked at Ian with her beautiful eyes flashing: "Are you a reporter?"

Ian smiled. "Yes. Well, to be exact, I'm also the head of a newspaper... The Los Angeles Herald."

Lian Na murmured: "Los Angeles Herald? Ian Carr...Oh my God, you are that cold-blooded reporter!"

She looked at Ian in surprise.

The guy who passed the microphone to the burning man?
The guy who saved the actress from Pearl Harbor and did the interview during the gang shootout?
The guy who blew up Lilimarta?

The guy who saved an innocent girl?

He's such a handsome young man? And he's the owner of a newspaper?

But the next moment she hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I don't mean to say anything bad about you, it's just..."

"It's okay, Mrs. Bent." Ian said quickly, "People say that about me outside, it's normal. Don't worry, let alone you scolding me, even if you hit me, I won't shoot you. I mean, I'm not a gangster, I just had no choice, you don't have to be so afraid of me."

Lian Na patted her chest lightly, her eyes full of ups and downs. "It's okay, I'm just not used to it... I saw the report, it was very exciting. A gangster set himself on fire. I heard it was because of you."

"Reporters need good eloquence." Ian smiled.

Now that the conversation was open, everyone let down their guard and chatted casually.

Ian looked out the window leisurely, taking in the scenery, and said casually, "So you're going to Auckland too? To discuss a deal?"

Gaskell smiled as he drove, "No, I'm also going to see an old friend. He's not in good health, but I don't know how bad his condition is... You know, sometimes if the head of a company has a health problem, it can have a huge impact on the entire company. As a bank, we are most worried about this kind of thing."

Ian narrowed his eyes slightly. "Oh, indeed. I hope you didn't invest in that company."

“Both. Investments and loans,” Gaskell replied.

"So you have to prepare before then?"

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)