American Gossip King

Chapter 57: Left Eye Level 2

Inside the coffee shop, Ian was still chatting eloquently with Harvey Weinstein.

He laughed and said, "Don't worry, the Los Angeles Herald might not be cheap, but with our rapid growth, its publicity effect will definitely be worth the price you pay... You won't lose out in this regard."

"Very well, it's settled then."

"Thank you for your generous help, Mr. Weinstein. I believe we will become good friends."

After hanging up the phone, Ian looked at Scarlett with a smile and said, "See? It's all legal buying and selling."

Scarlett stared blankly at Ian.

The little girl was completely dumbfounded.

After a long pause, she finally nodded: "I've seen it all, Ian Karl. You really are the most despicable and shameless bastard I've ever met."

Ian smiled at the girl: "The next time you say that, it might be in bed."

Scarlett was somewhat embarrassed and angry: "Is this how you pursue girls?"

Ian shrugged: "Think of Weinstein, I'm at least much gentler than him."

There is a need to compare people. Sure enough, Scarlett suddenly felt that although Ian's way of picking up girls was a bit domineering, it was not without its merits.

In fact, Scarlett's feelings about Ian Carr now are completely different from yesterday.

A brilliant top journalist, a business genius who rose to fame in a short time, and a powerful guy who can get dirt on others anytime he wants!

He is intelligent, handsome, cunning, treacherous, ruthless, and extremely creative!

He possesses the qualities a successful person should have.

You may not like this person, but you can't help but admire them.

For a young girl, admiration is the foundation for the budding of feelings in her heart—no matter how terrible he is, at least he's not targeting me!

With bright, sparkling eyes, she looked at Ian and whispered, "You're a bastard, Ian Carl. I've said it three times, but not in your bed."

Ian nodded with a smile: "Then you win... Scarlett."

After domineering comes gentleness!

I'm willing to lose to you, to let you ride on my head, my face, anywhere... Scarlett baby.

Scarlett smiled happily after winning against Ian.

A smile as beautiful as a flower.

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"Extra number! Extra number!"

"Harrison Ford and his wife Melissa's marriage has hit the rocks. The 59-year-old Ford has a history of extramarital affairs, and the involvement of a third party led to the breakdown of the marriage; divorce was inevitable!"

"Julie Barrymore and comedian Tom Green are scheduled to marry in Malibu in early July, but on the night they agreed on the wedding date, reporters discovered that they still had a major argument. Ian Carr, owner of the Herald, expressed his skepticism about the marriage, believing it would be a miracle if they lasted a year!"

"Just three months after her divorce, Kim Basinger began a real-life relationship with rapper Eminem, a relationship that is 19 years older than her."

"British actress Kate Winslet and her director husband Jim Trepperton are in jeopardy; our reporter has captured numerous photos as evidence of their arguments!"

"Latin superstar Jennifer Lopez has been having an affair with her backup dancer Chris Judd after her divorce. Our reporter photographed them staying at Jennifer's home for three whole days without leaving. Chris Judd is very wealthy, and the superstar has a powerful background!"

As for the producer, McEyeron, he successfully resolved the matter by giving him an exorbitant fee.

With Weinstein's help, Ian no longer had any difficulty getting in and out of Hollywood.

He can roam freely and easily send cameras and listening devices into any place he wants using silk threads.

He has caught almost every famous Hollywood star out of the moment, and their idol status has been shattered beyond repair by Ian.

What kind of bullshit celebrities are they? They're all trash!

Then came a flood of gossip about the entertainment industry, and Ian was holding back—he wouldn't release devastating dirt on these people, after all, that was his capital to bind them to his media empire.

Things are different now than before. Ian no longer needs to beat people to death. If he leaves them a way out, they won't take it too seriously.

If you're too concerned, that's fine too. I'll just give you a bunch of new material: Look at this, do you want me to expose it for you?

Therefore, most people would say: We can still be friends!

Moreover, since these news reports were obtained through Harvey Weinstein's channels, his "betrayal" of his friends will eventually be discovered, which will then enrage the entire entertainment industry.

He will be ganged up on.

After all, Ian did all this because he was a journalist.

You, Harvey Weinstein, are one of us, how could you betray us?

By then, Harvey Weinstein will still be finished, but Ian won't need to intervene, or perhaps Ian will simply be the icing on the cake—Weinstein is Jewish, and Ian is not yet suited to confront Jews head-on.

The basic sales of the Los Angeles Herald and WND News are also steadily increasing.

The only pity is that none of them were big news stories that could make it to the national news, but they did greatly solidify the foundation of Carl Media.

Ian continues to collect: the dirt never stops, but most of it is kept as a collector's item for his own enjoyment.

Although many gossip news stories did not involve pornography, they were still considered scandalous news. Therefore, Ian's left eye was steadily improving, and the fourth copying ability was finally activated. However, Ian did not copy any new skills for the time being.

Soon after, Ian's left eye was officially upgraded.

Ian looked around but couldn't find any use for it.

Speechless for a moment.

Not having an instruction manual is such a pain!

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Ian's current routine is to handle official business at the company in the morning, wander around the streets in the afternoon picking up news, and attend various banquets with the Gaskells in the evening to get to know as many people as possible, obtain clues, and incidentally collect some more information before releasing some of it.

On the afternoon of the day his left eye was upgraded, Ian, as usual, drove around with a camera.

The phone rang.

It belongs to Scarlett.

The latest novel is first published here!

"Hi, baby," Ian laughed as he continued the call.

"Don't call me 'baby,' our relationship hasn't reached that stage yet," Scarlett's voice on the phone carried a hint of reproach.

Scarlett has been calling him frequently these past few days.

Although the people haven't fully integrated yet, their feelings for each other have progressed rapidly.

Ian smiled and said, "Looks like you're not busy today. Where are you? Do you need me to pick you up?"

"Century City, come on over." Scarlett hung up the phone quickly and then grabbed her bag.

Scarlett's agent, Mattis Klay, approached her. "Scarlett, are you going out?"

"Yes."

Matisse Klein said with some concern, "It's a boy, right? I don't recommend you be with someone else right now. The leading lady for the New York mob hasn't been finalized yet, and Weinstein might not like her..."

Scarlett stopped her: "Don't worry, nothing will go wrong."

Matisse raised an eyebrow: "Looks like you've satisfied him."

Scarlett hummed a few times and left the building.

As she walked out of the building, she saw Ian's car already parked there.

Once in the car, Scarlett asked, "Ian, have you ever thought about starting your own talent agency?"

Ian drove Scarlett around, asking, "Why do you ask?"

Scarlett laughed and said, "I just think this suits you perfectly. You can easily get hold of every celebrity's weaknesses and make them cooperate with you."

Ian thought for a moment and said, "That's true, I've thought about it. But that's not why you're telling me this. You want to leave Matisse Clay?"

"Who would like an agent who forces their artists to sleep with producers?" Scarlett looked outside, her eyes filled with sorrow. "She has no ability to solve problems; she can only get contracts by selling out her artists. What's the point of her being an agent?"

Then she turned to Ian: "My contract expires next year. If you start a management company, I can join. You'll protect me, right?"

Ian smiled.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded: "Of course, then wait for me for a while, I'll get it sorted out."

Scarlett smiled sweetly: "But don't think you can trick me into bed with that."

Do you know that when a girl keeps bringing this up, she has already agreed to most of the terms in her heart?

"I don't need to do that...you'll fall for me on your own," Ian smiled.

No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw a police car speeding past him with its siren blaring.

As a professional journalist, Ian immediately realized something was wrong.

He laughed and said, "There's news again. Interested, Scarlett, my darling?"

Scarlett also saw the police cars speeding by, and she said excitedly, "Of course."

She ignored the fact that Ian called her baby, or rather, she had long since entered a state of saying one thing but meaning another.

"Then sit tight." Ian stepped on the gas and followed.

(End of this chapter)