American Gossip King

Chapter 128 Boarding

9 month 11 day.

It was nine o'clock in the morning at a luxury hotel in New York.

Ian sat in front of the TV watching the news.

No!

No!

No!

The incident that was supposed to occur at 8:46 did not happen, leaving Ian bewildered.

Why is this happening?

Unfortunately, he couldn't call Leso now, so he couldn't understand it at all, and felt only a chill in his heart.

After waiting for another half hour, still no information came in, and Ian was about to go crazy.

Just then, the phone finally rang.

It was a call from Leso.

Ian took the phone, listened for a few moments, then suddenly sat up: "What did you say?"

Leso's tone was calm on the phone: "They changed their minds and said they won't take action today."

"Fuck! How could this happen?" Ian was confused.

Leso sighed, "Their people don't trust me enough; this is a test."

So that's how it is?

They don't trust me, and they're afraid I'll notify them in advance?

Will things really change because of me?

If this hadn't happened, then Ian's previous promises would have been in serious jeopardy.

Of course, there is room for improvement.

Ian will compensate with a ton of other news. Even if you're shorting a company, I can dig up dirt on you and guarantee your investment won't go wrong.

However, the value of a major scoop cannot be compared to that of ordinary news.

The value created by 10,000 news articles may be equivalent to that of a major breaking news story, but the latter has a longer-lasting impact, a more profound influence, and unlimited subsequent derivative effects.

Just like now, what makes Ian think he can sit down and negotiate with the bigwigs at CBS? With his meager debts?

Of course not, but as the most renowned journalist in the United States right now—his current status as a journalist even surpasses his value as a boss!

The lack of a continuous stream of major news stories means a decline in Ian's influence at the peak, which will make his future plans difficult.

However, things had already come to this, and there was nothing Ian could do.

Perhaps I was too greedy, actually trying to get more information about people like Ata's daily life—why not just follow him on the plane!

If Leso hadn't appeared, things might not have turned out this way.

This also made Ian realize his mistake: sometimes plans fail not because they are not thorough enough, but because you want too much.

Fortunately, Ian did not tell the board the specific time of the incident, so the matter can be delayed for a while.

Ian asked, "Are they with you now?"

"Yes."

"So they're relieved now?"

"Yes."

"Let's continue to follow his arrangements."

"Understood, the next contact will be at the computer startup time."

"good!"

After hanging up the phone, Ian was also deep in thought.

After realizing his mistake, Ian resolved never to miss an opportunity in such an important matter again for the sake of petty gains.

Now I just hope God will bless America!

Ian spent the next two days in New York.

He didn't dare call Leso and could only wait silently.

However, it seems that those guys have gone into hiding for now.

9 month 17 day.

Today, Ian is getting to know CBS better. After the partnership was finalized, as a shareholder with labor investment, Ian needs to understand everything here in order to facilitate future cooperation and also to hone his management experience.

After all, managing a huge television network with more than 100,000 employees requires completely different experience than any previous experience.

Looking at the company from the perspective of a shareholder, an outsider's viewpoint, will help with its future management.

I was reviewing reports from various parties when the phone suddenly rang.

It was my mother's phone call.

Ian took it and said, "Mom, I'm in New York. What's up?"

A cold male voice came from the phone: "Ian Karl?"

Ian was taken aback: "Who are you?"

The other party sneered, "I heard you welcome being kidnapped? So we came, but unfortunately you're not in Los Angeles. Since we're here, we can't just leave empty-handed, right? So we'll have to borrow your mother. I believe you're a good son; you wouldn't risk your mother's life for three million, would you?"

"Fuck!" Ian was furious.

I told you guys to kidnap me, why did you kidnap my mom?

Although Ian and Mrs. Carl had only known each other for a year in their minds, Mrs. Carl was a competent mother.

She was very good to Ian and took care of him in every way. Such a mother is rare in America these days.

Even a cold-blooded animal has its own emotions.

The latest novel is first published here!

Ian could not stand idly by, neither out of respect for Mrs. Carl nor for his own reputation.

He whispered, "I'm in New York now!"

"You can fly back!"

"Damn it!" Ian yelled, "I can only come back by train."

"Shut up! You bastard, we won't wait for you for long. If you're not in Los Angeles by this time tomorrow, you can expect to be collecting your mother's body."

He hung up the phone.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Ian cursed furiously.

He longed to fly back to Los Angeles immediately, find the bastards who dared to kidnap his mother, smash their heads, squeeze out their brains, and then paint a masterpiece of new-generation abstract art!

However, he ultimately had to accept reality!

He rushed to the chairman's office to see James Paley: "Mr. Paley, I need to leave New York immediately. Have your people book me the earliest flight."

James Peley was taken aback: "Didn't I tell you not to fly during this time?"

Ian shook his head: "I can't wait. There are thousands of planes taking off and landing in the United States every day. I shouldn't be that unlucky."

Pelly asked in confusion, "What's the rush?"

Ian whispered, "Someone kidnapped my mother."

James Peley's eyes lit up: "This is big news!"

Ian was speechless.

This was the first time he had ever seen how ugly these guys were.

However, isn't James Peley on the other side just like himself?

But can we expect this discovery to turn everything around?

Think more!

The next moment, Ian calmed himself and said, "Of course, I'll kill them myself, then send the news back, and I'll recreate the glory of Palos Bank... If the hijacking hadn't happened, then I'd bet myself on it. I absolutely won't let myself lose!"

James Perry smiled and said, "You're the most ambitious young man I've ever met. Good luck!"

Ian nodded: "Good luck to us all."

The plane tickets were booked quickly; the flight was at 2 PM.

Ian quickly finished his lunch and set off with his secretary, Sunny.

I rushed to the New York airport, but due to traffic, it was already time to check in.

Ian hurriedly checked in and boarded the plane. Amidst the flight attendant's greeting, "Welcome to United Airlines Flight 77," he took his seat in first class.

Just as he was placing the suitcase into the overhead luggage compartment, a crew member approached and said, "Do you need any assistance, Mr. Carl?"

Ian casually replied, "No need, there are cameras inside, they're very heavy."

He paused, then looked at the flight attendant: "You know me?"

The flight attendant beamed with a bright smile: "Of course, sir, you're a celebrity."

Ian smiled slightly: "That's true."

He sat down in his seat, and the flight attendant bent down next to Ian, revealing her impressive cleavage, and whispered, "Feel free to call me anytime if you need anything. My name is Shauna!"

Ian smiled and said, "Thank you."

The flight attendant then gracefully left.

The secretary, Sannie, snorted in dissatisfaction, only to see that Ian had already closed his eyes and fallen asleep.

(End of this chapter)