American Gossip King

Chapter 14 Money is King

Los Angeles Herald office.

Ian was looking in the mirror in the morning.

Spread points: 178/1000.

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

However, because Ian had been using X-ray vision, some of his experience was wasted on recovering from eye strain.

Although Ian himself was trying to convince himself not to abuse it, it was like a child getting a new toy, and it was indeed hard to control—looking around, there were naked men and women everywhere.

Some people disgust you, while others excite you.

The world revealed by the X-ray vision is like a fusion of heaven and hell, ice and fire, full of contradictions and eeriness, and it also leads Ian into a completely new, unmasked world.

This feeling is so novel that it's unforgettable, and it may take a long time before one becomes numb to it and stops caring.

Besides the increase in the number of points spread, another major benefit is money.

A series of major breaking news stories creates a long-tail effect, leading to increasingly better sales. Even Director Hannett has been raising the price for subsequent reports.

This brought Ian's total earnings from selling news articles to $800,000.

Even so, the price was still reduced.

The debt problem has finally been resolved.

Feeling the stinging in his eyes, Ian rubbed them, stopped using his X-ray vision, and walked out of the office, saying, "Ron! How are the newspaper sales these days?"

Without looking up, Lloyd, who was working in the lobby, replied, "The statistics aren't out yet, but it should have exceeded 50,000. I'll call and check again!"

fifty thousand?

Even if restoring eyesight costs 50 points, all these reports only give 200 points?

Wait, what about CBS?

Ian carefully calculated the growth over the past period.

He quickly realized that this was likely also related to media channels.

Currently, the fastest way to improve is to have your own news and your own channels—giving news to other companies will increase experience points, but the improvement effect will be limited.

So we still need to expand our channels!

At this moment, Ian activated his X-ray vision again, his gaze passing through the backs of the editors. He could see that some were busy writing articles, some were slacking off by browsing pornographic websites, and others were whispering among themselves.

"Ah! At least there's one advantage: I can tell who's working hard, so I can be more precise when laying off employees." Ian chuckled as he deactivated his X-ray vision.

Just then, Lloyd excitedly hung up the phone: "Our sales yesterday exceeded 12,000 units! Sales have been over 10,000 units for the past few days! 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 copies of the newspaper represent the highest 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 we can do; our foundation is weak!

Just as a top author's first book might have tens of thousands of favorites, while a flop's might only have a few hundred, to achieve good results, one must constantly offer something new to stimulate readers and viewers.

For someone who doesn't use cheats, this is extremely difficult!

Ian said, "This is just the beginning. By the way, did you sell my car?"

Lloyd paused for a moment: "Not yet, the news these past few days has brought us a good income..."

You're so easily satisfied.

Ian shook his head: "That's just a little money. Sell the car right away. Then we need to continue working with more freelance journalists and spend all the money we earn. I want to secure more channels and sales before the end of the year so we can have more GG revenue—that's the real money! The company has to grow!"

Lloyd stared blankly at Ian.

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

The old man smiled.

He gently shook his head: "You've changed, Ian. You know that? Just a moment ago I was worried about you, but your performance these past few days has delighted me. You brought back valuable news, and you've learned how to run a newspaper, showing a willingness to invest. You've stopped your hedonistic lifestyle; you've become more successful… Just two weeks ago, the first thing you did after getting your money was to go find those prostitutes!"

The old man's eyes were full of satisfaction.

That was the feeling of emotion and excitement after watching a child who had driven him to despair finally grow up.

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

Lloyd said earnestly, "A good kid is one who earns money honestly... no matter what methods they use!"

The old man is right.

Money talks!

This world is not innocent, but it is pure!

Ian gave Lloyd a hug and said, "But anyway, thank you to all the guys who stayed with me during the most difficult times for the Herald!"

As he spoke, he shouted to all the staff in the lobby, "Let's work together to create a better future. This time, I won't let you down!"

As Ian shouted, all the editors in the hall stood up and applauded him.

Regardless of what kind of person Ian was in the past, at least in the last few days, he has shown the demeanor that a leader should have.

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

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

Laugh out loud.

………………

Ian returned home at dusk.

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

Ian waved: "Mrs. Antel."

The latest novel is first published here!

Mrs. Antel walked over with a smile: "You did a great job, Ian. I'm a loyal reader of the Los Angeles Herald now, I buy your paper every day. Your reporting is superb!"

Ian nodded politely. "Thank you very much for your support, madam. The Los Angeles Herald is dedicated to serving every valued client, bringing you the best, fastest, and most comprehensive news."

Mrs. Antel, somewhat displeased, shifted her plump body. "Don't give me that, Ian. By the way, you're still single?"

Ian was taken aback: "Yes. How so?"

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

Ian was amused.

He walked up to Mrs. Antel, a smile on his face. "I'm very touched, Madam. Do you know why? It's not because of your niece, but because you're the first person willing to invest in me. You have great potential and an eye for investment. Go into the stock market; you'll make a fortune."

Mrs. Antel was amused by him and watched Ian go back into the house, and couldn't help but think: Did I have such good taste?

Wait, what is investment?

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

Unfortunately, Ian had already gone inside, so Mrs. Antel had to give up on the idea.

Back home, Ian exclaimed, "Mom, don't make me dinner! I have to leave soon! I'm just coming back to take a shower!"

"What's wrong, Ian?" Mrs. Carl asked, peeking out of the kitchen.

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

"You're a journalist yourself, why are you doing an exclusive interview?"

"They paid me 100,000 yuan."

"Oh, then come back early, it's not safe at night."

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

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

A sharp suit, and golden curls neatly placed where each strand should be.

The young man's handsome face radiated brilliance after his bath, and his eyes were filled with confidence.

That's more like a real handsome guy!

Ian stepped out of the house and stood on the street.

The neighbors all looked at him.

The old man opposite shouted, "Ian Carl, well done, kid! You've finally started doing what a man should do! You're a hero!"

It's rare to see that my neighbors seem to be starting to change their impression of me.

Therefore, your character is not important; what matters is your performance!

Once you achieve success and gain status, you'll have good interpersonal relationships!

Ian's gaze shifted, and people nearby were smiling and waving at him.

Ian smiled and bowed, saying, "Thank you all for your hospitality. If I cannot see you again, then good morning, good afternoon, and good evening!"

The neighbors shouted, "Goodbye, Truman!"

(End of this chapter)