American Gossip King

Chapter 262 You're a Hungry Wolf

Goldwyn Estate.

Ian embraced Kate and Scarlett with passion, sharing the warmth of a long-awaited reunion.

It was only after a long while that Kate finally broke free from his embrace, drenched in sweat, and said, "It's unbelievable. I thought your life of womanizing would drain you, but instead your body is getting better and better."

Scarlett covered her mouth and chuckled softly, "I think he did it on purpose, just to make Amy feel bad."

Kate gave a soft hum: "It seems you and Miss Adams get along quite well."

"She deliberately approached me. She's a Jewish lobbyist and has given me a lot of benefits. Of course, she'll say some nice things, but she won't hide the truth." Scarlett chuckled and flashed a diamond necklace.

The diamond necklace shimmered with a crystal-clear luster, radiating a captivating glow under the light.

Then Scarlett looked at Ian with bright eyes: "She's been standing outside for a long time."

Ian freed himself from the arms of a pair of beautiful women and shook his neck: "She's slacking off; she's sitting on the sofa in the living room."

Kate Beckinsale exclaimed, "You knew that? I'd believe you had X-ray vision now!"

Ian chuckled. "This is my territory."

He picked up the phone from the bedside table and said, "Let her in."

A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

Amy Adams pushed open the door and entered, standing in the doorway.

The beautiful woman bit her lip tightly, looking somewhat aggrieved: "I was just relaying a message, Ian. You know my heart has always been with you."

No, I don't know, and I don't care.

It works well whether you face it forward or backward!

Ian didn't speak, but waved to her and pointed to the ground.

Amy Adams understood.

She took off her clothes, knelt on the carpet, and crawled all the way to the head of the bed.

She nestled against Ian, lying on top of him.

Slowly wriggling closer to Ian, she whispered through her red lips, "You've put me through two hours of torture."

"Not too long," Ian said with a smile.

Touching her rosy cheeks, it was clear that she was indeed suffering.

He said, "Come on up."

So Amy Adams happily came over.

Breathless, she said softly, "You understand what they mean without me saying it. They want you to understand that it wasn't their plan..."

Ian closed his eyes and felt it.

He let out a soft hum from his nose: "That's not important. What's important is that they have to do something for me in exchange for my forgiveness."

"What?" Amy Adams asked.

"The Iraq War will begin on the 20th, right?"

Amy Adams was taken aback: "I didn't know that."

Ian chuckled. "I know. You told them I hoped to delay it for a month."

Amy Adams was stunned: "They can't do it."

"They can do it. A war requires adequate preparation, and since things are a bit rushed right now, it's not unreasonable to prepare more. Besides, I'll also help... just delay, not stop it," Ian said earnestly.

While Jews excel in media and finance, they also possess significant capabilities in the military-industrial complex.

The simplest example: the military needs to publicize the procurement of supplies in the media. To avoid trouble, they usually find a small piece of news in some very small newspapers to publish the information. In this way, hardly anyone sees it, and the military has fulfilled the publicity requirements.

But what if the media won't let it go?

Announce your purchasing list directly and widely!

Goodness, a military water bottle costs several thousand dollars?

The military stirred up trouble, the media created waves, and in an instant, the situation became a huge uproar.

Coupled with various forms of bribery and interests in the Middle East, the Jews and the military were also deeply involved in the conflict.

In this situation, simply postponing the attack plan is not a big problem.

Having confirmed Ian's meaning, Amy Adams simply picked up the phone and started making a call right in front of Ian.

Ian wrapped his arms around her and gently caressed her soft, delicate skin.

The girl murmured softly, struggling and panting, "...Yes, that's what he means...Why? Ian, can you tell me why?"

She glanced at Ian.

Ian flicked his finger: "After the Iraq War breaks out, I will go to Iraq to do war reporting. But before that, I have to complete a business acquisition, so I can't get away."

Amy Adams relayed his words.

An angry roar erupted from the other end of the phone: "Just for this? Just for his own personal needs?"

Amy Adams looked at Ian.

Ian's finger movements became faster and faster, causing the girl to tremble repeatedly.

Ian laughed and said, "Who isn't acting in their own self-interest? Didn't the Iraq War satisfy the self-interest of just a small group of people?"

The other party remained silent for a long while before saying, "This is not only the military's intention, but also the president's."

Ian said, "Then he should postpone it even more... just tell him it will help his re-election campaign."

Many presidents adopt austerity policies when they first take office, and then distribute welfare benefits closer to the election. This is because people are short-sighted; they easily forget past pain but have a deep memory of present happiness. Therefore, tightening policies first and then loosening them is the choice that most presidents make.

Presidential executive orders are often tight for the first two years, loose for the next two years, and then tighten again after a successful re-election... So, it's better not to let someone win re-election and to change presidents every four years, as the people are more likely to benefit from this.

As for the country? Who cares?

Therefore, from the president's perspective, the timing of launching a war is very important.

With over a year until the next presidential election, now is the perfect time to launch a war. Within a year, George W. Bush can reap the benefits of a war victory. The economic impact of the war on himself will take much longer to materialize. By then, he will have already won re-election; whether you hate him or not, he will have already secured re-election.

Of course, a difference of a month or two isn't a big deal. To put it bluntly, what matters is the narrative—as long as the think tank advisors tell George W. Bush that big data shows that delaying the war by a month would be more beneficial for his re-election, then George W. Bush will accept it.

Jews are particularly good at this!

After a moment of silence, the other party finally said, "The army has completed all preparations. We don't have many excuses left; at most, we can delay for another half month!"

Ian smiled slightly: "April 10th."

The latest novel is first published here!

"good!"

And just like that, the time for the start of a war was set.

It does not depend on war preparations or political considerations, but solely on the personal needs of a certain bigwig.

It's outrageous, yet perfectly normal.

After the call ended, Amy Adams looked at Ian and chuckled softly, "Are you still blaming me?"

Ian shook his head gently: "I've never blamed you."

I truly didn't blame you. Teaching you a lesson was just a basic procedure in PUA; it was a technical requirement and had nothing to do with personal feelings.

He shoved Amy Adams down and said, "Now, serve me properly."

Enjoying the service from Amy Adams, Ian casually turned on the television. LANN TV was broadcasting the news: "Breaking news! Serbian Prime Minister Zoran Djindjic has been assassinated. Please watch our reporter, Butterfly Fannister, for a detailed report."

A smile played at the corners of Ian's lips.

Sure, I only gave a hint, and this young man named Van Nistel seized the opportunity to film on location. He did a great job; he's an excellent young man.

He picked up the phone and said, "Make Van Nistel the permanent manager; he's the First Butterfly now."

He continued reading the newspaper, then suddenly his expression changed: "Fuck! That stupid woman!!!"

………………

Trump Tower.

As soon as Ian got out of the car and was about to enter the building, he saw countless reporters surrounding him from all directions.

A reporter shoved a microphone into Ian's hand: "Mr. Carl, Ms. Ekaterina recently gave a speech arguing that the US-led invasion of Iraq was unjust. What is your opinion on this speech? Do you think it's related to Ms. Ekaterina's past as a special agent? Is she still working for the Russian Federal Security Service? Are you aware of all this? Do you cooperate with the Russian Federal Security Service?"

Ian stopped in his tracks.

He stood on the steps, surveying the crowd with a disdainful sneer: "You might as well just say I was bribed by the Russians to be a spy."

The reporters burst into laughter.

Some have already started considering headlines like "Ian Karl admits to being a Russian spy."

Although Ian can defend himself, let's sell some products first.

It's not like I'm planning to sue him.

Ian looked at everyone and said, "Do you know my net worth? The Russians bribed me? How much money would they have spent to do that? Ekaterina was a security agent, nobody denies that. But she didn't cause any harm to the United States while she was an agent; in fact, she had just graduated at that time. And then she quit!"

"I brought her to the United States, letting her see our prosperity and understand the greatness of this democratic country. It was because of my actions that we moved two former secret agents to join our free and warm family; they are no longer secret agents!"

"This is America! We have a heart as vast as the sea, capable of embracing everyone! Our greatness lies in our inclusiveness, in being the beacon of the world and the guiding light for our people."

"But when people from another country admire us and turn to us, what we should do is welcome them, not slander and maliciously defame those innocent girls who have not caused us any harm."

"Of course, they are still young, and sometimes they may say the wrong thing; we should be understanding!"

With that, Ian pushed through the crowd and entered the building.

As he walked, he took out his phone and called Ekaterina.

He reprimanded her sternly: "Stupid woman! The movie hasn't even been released yet, and you're not famous! You haven't broken free from your past identity, so your words have no influence and will only become ammunition for them to attack you. So, stop acting like a fool, okay? You only have one chance in your life in America to speak for your country, don't waste it on this! Don't ruin yourself prematurely. Your identity as a secret agent should be your selling point to become a star, not a weakness for them to attack! Wait until the public believes you are no longer aligned with Russia before you speak for Russia, then they will trust you more! So, stop being foolish!"

On the phone, Ekaterina paused for a moment before finally saying, "Yes, I understand! I will admit that I misspoke, and I fully understand the righteous actions of the Americans."

"Very good!" Ian said coldly.

Will you come over tonight? I miss you.

"No, I have plans, I can't tonight." Ian hung up the phone decisively.

So Ekaterina sat helplessly in the hut, quietly pondering the situation.

(End of this chapter)