American Gossip King

Chapter 102 People will remember you

Today marks the day we officially took over the Los Angeles Times.

At the Los Angeles Times headquarters, Ian, representing Carl Media Group, formally signed an agreement with the Acton family.

The moment both parties signed, everything was settled.

Thunderous applause erupted in the hall. The Acton family members left without uttering a word, their faces pale.

Ian received congratulations from all sides amidst a sea of ​​stars. Smiling, he met with representatives of the Dubon Group and various senior executives, exchanging meaningless pleasantries.

"Let's work together to make the Times even better."

"The company needs you; you are all the company's elite."

"I have never doubted this; we are destined for even greater glory."

Amidst the flashing lights and the throngs of people, Ian met them one by one.

Scarlett happily clung to Ian's arm, acting like the lady of the house.

After the banquet ended and Ian saw off wave after wave of guests, he finally arrived at the Times chairman's office.

This place is much more impressive than Ian's office.

Sitting in his spacious office, Ian looked at the two people in front of him with a smile.

Deer Chandler, Israel, and Scarlett sat on a sofa not far away.

At that moment, Ian said directly, "I will keep my promise, Deer. From now on, you are the president of Carl Media Group, responsible for the operation of all Carl Media companies. Israel, you will remain the editor-in-chief of the Times and assist Lloyd in improving the management of the Herald."

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Ian said, "There's a reporter in the Times named Bernadette, I hate him, tell him to get lost."

Israel paused, then said, "Ian, I know he offended you; he even framed you for murder, but he's an excellent journalist. I don't think it's appropriate for you to do this now that you've just taken over the Times. You need to prove to the outside world that you're a..."

Ian interrupted him: "I don't need to prove anything to the outside world, especially not Ian Carl's magnanimity! That's pointless! People buy my newspaper not because I'm generous, but because I can bring them all sorts of good news!"

He smiled slightly as he spoke: "Ian Carl is narrow-minded. Just because a reporter once published news that was unfavorable to him, he immediately retaliated after taking over the Times by firing the reporter. That's what you call journalism."

Israel: "..."

Other successful business owners might sell the rope to hang themselves for money, but Ian Carl is different; he'd hang himself for money!

They'll even strike various poses and point out the best angles for taking photos!

Israel nodded helplessly: "Alright, boss, let's do it that way."

As for reporting that Ian Carr was petty and retaliatory, let's leave that aside; that's not something the Times should be doing.

Ian continued, "In addition, you need to share the Times' distribution channels with the Herald."

Deer Chandler was taken aback: "You're going to hollow out the Times? No, you can't do that!"

Ian waved his hand: "Don't worry, I don't intend to drain it, but I do need the Times to accelerate the development of the Herald. Rest assured, it's just a sharing arrangement."

The current development of the Herald has reached a bottleneck. Ian urgently needs more channels, especially overseas channels, which the Times has but Herald has very weak channels.

Israel shook his head: "Some international channels require a pass and cannot be shared."

Ian coldly said, "Give up this part."

Deer Chandler was speechless: "I don't understand, the Times can still thrive under your control, why do this?"

Ian sneered, "I own 100% of the Herald, but I only own 70% of the Times."

Israel was stunned: "The Dubon Group helped you!"

"So what?" Ian sneered.

I admire the ruthless business philosophy of Americans!

Besides the shareholding issue, another reason is that Ian urgently needs to enhance his business aura.

The Herald is his directly affiliated company, and its improvement is strong proof of Ian's "skillful management." As for the Times, it will certainly improve as well, but there's no need for it to happen so quickly.

It's just a bridge, a bridge leading to CBS, and it's destined to be sold in the future.

At that moment, Ian stretched and said, "Don't worry, with me here, the Times' profits will only increase, it's just that it's destined never to surpass the Herald. Besides, the Herald is expanding and always needs manpower. We'll transfer people from the Times."

This is a disguised form of layoffs for the Times, but it's still better than direct layoffs, at least they've kept their jobs.

Think of Xingkelun Daily, be content!

Seeing their helpless and desperate expressions, Ian smiled and said, "You can leave now."

The two left the room in frustration.

Standing in front of the blinds, Ian watched Israel walk toward the Bernadette reporter and whisper to him.

His face was pale and expressionless as he silently stood up and packed his things.

This journalist, who once accused himself of murder by desecrating his own corpse, lost his job because of a single sentence from Ian.

Everyone looked at Bernadette with pity.

The new boss has no intention of showing off his generosity!

Ian sneered and gave a soft snort.

In this world, sometimes it's more useful to be feared than respected!

Scarlett got up and walked over from the office sofa.

She wrapped her arms around Ian's neck and kissed it tenderly: "You're amazing, Ian. I love the way you're so confident and cool!"

Ian walked over and drew the curtains, saying, "Does this excite you?"

The latest novel is first published here!

"Yes, Ian," Scarlett said excitedly. "My heart is pounding, I want you so badly, we've never tried doing it in the office before."

"Don't worry, honey, we're getting ready." Ian smiled as he closed the blinds and locked the door.

…………

One day later.

In a hotel room in Boston, Ian looks at a photo of Ata.

Most of the photos are taken from the side, and they were all taken secretly, so they are not very clear, but it can be basically determined that it is him.

Leso sat opposite him, carefully wiping the camera.

He said, "He refused to be interviewed, but he did agree to have dinner with me. Unfortunately, he was tight-lipped and wouldn't say anything."

Ian laughed and said, "It would be outrageous if he said those things. Don't be too hasty."

"Then what should I do?" Leso asked.

"Find a way to become his friend, but don't try to uncover any of his secrets. Go with him when he boards the plane someday, it's that simple. You don't need to pretend; just let him understand that all you want is a perfect report—not deception, but the truth! Sincerity is the best tool to move people. You just need to let him know that only by fully expressing your voice can you achieve the most perfect action!"

Leso asked doubtfully, "Do you think he'll hijack the plane?"

Ian replied, "It could also be a plane crash, and then you'll die."

Leso grinned: "One million!"

Ian shook his head: "Two million! I'll give your child two million and cover all his education expenses. He'll never have to worry about student loans!"

Leso was satisfied, but his gaze dimmed slightly.

He whispered, "When the flames come, I will face them calmly. The heat will engulf me, and I will embrace death with laughter... That will be the most beautiful and magnificent moment of my life!"

Hearing this, Ian was also slightly moved.

He went over and hugged Leso's neck.

Leso quickly broke free from him: "I have AIDS!"

Ian hugged him again and said, "It's nothing, it's not scary... nothing is scarier than people."

Leso remained silent.

After a while, he said, "Thank you!"

Ian looked at him.

A smile spread across Leso's face: "I truly thank you. Although it wasn't long... you gave me a completely new life. You kept your promise, and I will become the most brilliant and dazzling shooting star in this dark world!"

Ian said gently, "People will remember you forever!"

(End of this chapter)