American Gossip King

Chapter 216 Special Talent Training Center

Davis Prison.

"Galbraith, your pardon has been granted."

As the prison guards called out, the young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses slowly walked out of the prison, clutching his clothes.

Inside the surrounding iron bars, the prisoners whistled wildly: "Hey kid, I'll miss you! I'll miss your soft, white ass!"

"Come on, buddy, you've never succeeded. He's someone the warden takes care of."

"That's why I said I miss you. I'll come find you after I get out!"

Laughter erupted in the prison.

As the prison guards walked towards the warden's office, Galbraith saw Warden Kraft, and on the sofa next to him sat a familiar face.

Ian Karl!

Galbraith stood before the warden and bowed respectfully: "Warden, Mr. Carl."

Warden Kraft frowned. "You should address him as Mr. Carl. It was Mr. Carl who asked me to look after you, thus protecting you from those scoundrels!"

Excellent executives must know how to flatter!

Galbraith bowed to Ian Carl: "Thank you for your care, Mr. Carl."

Ian Carl smiled. "You're welcome. Congratulations, Mr. Galbraith, you've been granted a reprieve and will soon return to the wonderful human world. By the way, what are your plans afterward?"

Galbraith smiled: "Find a job and live out the rest of your life peacefully."

Ian shrugged. "That sounds really sad. What else do you think you can do? Work as a cashier at a supermarket? Or waiter at a restaurant?"

Galbraith lowered his head in thought.

After a long while, he shook his head and said, "I quit, sir."

Ian fell silent.

He stared intently at Galbraith.

Galbraith said, "Mr. Carl, I know you didn't appear here for no reason, and I can guess what you want me to do, but I don't want to do it."

A smart person is a smart person!

Ian chuckled softly. "You've got it wrong, Galbraith. I had no intention of having you help me falsify the accounts. I'm here simply because I'm saddened by the loss of a talented individual."

As he spoke, he glanced at Kraft.

The warden, sensing the situation, got up, left the room, and respectfully closed the door.

Ian looked at the young man in front of him: "I can understand your thoughts, but I really don't intend for you to join Carl Media. I just want to give you some small assistance."

Galbraith looked at him: "Then I'll continue to commit crimes, make you a lot of money, and in the end I'll still take the blame for all the crimes."

Ian smiled and said, "I plan to invest in a law firm."

Galbraith looked at him, puzzled.

Ian said, "I already own a prison and some friends in politics. Next, I'll invest in law firms to handle my people's cases and provide the best legal aid during their operation. Even if they lose, it's okay; Davis Prison will be my friends' home. They'll be well taken care of here. I can also get them insurance, health insurance, and hire the best doctors for treatment and rehabilitation. In the future, I also plan to invest in sanatoriums, charitable foundations, pension funds, and even crematoriums and cemeteries... Davis Prison can also become a sanatorium for these kinds of people in a sense. Those ruthless gangsters outside will be as obedient as dogs in front of you, or even become your bodyguards."

He looked at Galbraith and said, "These things won't be large-scale, but they offer a complete service from birth to death, even private schools... I heard you got divorced? You need a new wife, new kids, a new family, a new life. You can sleep with prostitutes who charge ten thousand dollars a night, drive million-dollar luxury cars, sleep in rooms that cost thirty thousand dollars a night, drink wine that costs seventy thousand dollars, feel the dazzling spotlight, be served by a bunch of servants, and live the life of the upper class!"

"When you wake up, a pair of beautiful twins will be there to serve you. After breakfast, you can jump into the pool for a relaxing swim. You don't even need to open your mouth; someone will feed you. You can throw a party every night, with everyone in your sight serving you!"

"Carl Media will provide you with everything, whether you're outside or inside prison, you don't have to worry about anything. Even if you ever come back here, your young and beautiful new wife can visit you every week. You can get recognition for good behavior, and even go home every six months... If you don't need a single female companion, you can get a new one. You'll get parole in no time, and then you'll never have to worry about finding a job... You won't even need to work."

"You will still become someone who attracts the world's attention, you will achieve great things, and you will travel back and forth between heaven and hell."

"And I can help you turn hell into heaven!"

"Most importantly, I've already established my reputation in this area... You know Gan Lun and the others, right? They're out of prison, published books, became famous, and made money. They're incredibly grateful to me and miss Davis Prison terribly! They even wrote to me recently, hoping I could arrange some jobs for them. They miss Davis Prison; I could send them to kill a hundred people right now without hesitation."

"Of course, you can also choose to refuse, and then waste your talents in a miserable job search, being rejected and despised time and time again, helpless and desperate like a homeless person on the street, and eventually spend your life in a desolate and lonely state. You might become addicted to drugs, and then be shot and killed in a robbery, or die mysteriously in a street shootout, or die in the winter of Christmas, or in the sweltering heat of summer, your body rotting in a sewer... You chose to be a righteous person, and then just like that, you perish in filth and despair."

"Whether you choose a vibrant life or one that shines brightly like a butterfly without needing to be reborn from the ashes, that's up to you!"

At this point, Ian finally stopped.

The perfect temptation, no hypnosis needed!

Galbraith stared at him blankly. "It sounds like accountants don't get that kind of treatment. What do you need me to do for you?"

Ian Carl smiled.

He said, "You just need to do what you're good at, do what you're good at!"

………………

After leaving prison, Galbraith arrived at a hotel.

Wearing the designer suit handed to him by the waiter and sporting a million-dollar luxury watch, Galbraith looked at himself in the mirror.

He felt as if he had returned to that society of the elite.

Looking back, Ian was sitting on the sofa, smiling at him.

The latest novel is first published here!

Galbraith thought for a moment, then asked, "And then?"

Ian handed him a document: "From now on, you are the boss of Redstone, a brilliant business genius. You don't need to concern yourself with the day-to-day operations; just let people know that Redstone is a reputable arms company and holds a controlling stake in a similarly promising pharmaceutical company. You need to gain Madoff's trust and get him to invest in your company, then you must keep me informed of his movements. Simultaneously, you will help Madoff secure sufficient loans… try to get Jewish investors. Then, when I need you, just bankrupt Madoff."

Galbraith glanced at the document and said, "The company is in San Francisco? I'm still on parole and can't leave Los Angeles."

Ian smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry about it. You can go wherever you want. You don't have to work at the supermarket they arranged for you."

Galbraith put away the documents: "I also need a luxury car, a mansion, and $100,000 in cash, so it's easier to tip... Ideally, I'd have a celebrity girlfriend, not necessarily too famous, but preferably someone who's acted in some movies or TV shows. You know, a woman is a man's best brand, right?"

Ian smiled: "No problem. You can choose anything from UTA."

As he spoke, he picked up the phone: "Marty, find me a girl in UTA, someone with a bit of a reputation, not someone I've used before, the kind who's willing to sleep with me for money."

On the other end of the phone, Matibauer's voice was low: "There aren't many things in UTA that you haven't used."

Ian: "..."

He glanced at Galbraith, who was smiling.

Ian said, "The company needs to grow bigger, and you need more excellent actors."

Matibauer: "I can't keep up with your pace, Mr. Carl!"

"Fuck, Marty! Okay, someone like Olivia is fine too, if they want, this part isn't mandatory."

He hung up the phone and said to Galbraith, "Choose for yourself later."

Galbraith thought for a moment, then smiled slightly: "I heard you have some friends in politics? You helped them a lot in this midterm election?"

Ian chuckled: "No problem, I can take you there, but I won't go through the formalities. You'll have to figure out the rest yourself."

Galbraith nodded: "Of course, after all, we've never met."

Ian chuckled, "There is some connection. Your company advertises a lot of GG on LANN, including hiring UTA stars like Scarlett Johansson, Jessica Chastain, and Shaun Shaun. We can get to know each other, but that's all... normal and ordinary business dealings."

Galbraith laughed, "You'd better find a few more companies. It's too obvious that all the profits are flowing into Carl Media. I don't want you to get into trouble; I had no one to take care of me in Davis Prison."

Ian nodded repeatedly: "I'll listen to you on this; you're the expert!"

Galbraith looked at himself in the mirror and said, "I bet I'll be on your headlines by next year at the latest... Good days don't last long, so I'll make the most of them."

(End of this chapter)