American Gossip King

Chapter 63: Publicity and Distribution Cooperation Achieved

They talked as they walked to the small conference room next door and took their seats.

Compared to his younger days, Ian is now on par with them.

Ian was even more convinced that before long, these so-called "big shots" wouldn't even be qualified to sit with him.

This wasn't just Ian's confidence; even Bertram Rick and others realized this.

Ian's growth is too fast, and too terrifying.

He has shown amazing potential.

Faced with such a promising future media mogul, even Bertram Lick believed that sufficient goodwill should be shown.

The simplest thing to do is... pay enough money!

He said in a polite tone, "Ten million is indeed a bit too much. Pearl Harbor has already done some publicity before, and the current publicity budget is around forty million, most of which must be ABC."

He smiled slightly as he spoke: "This won't be the only deal. If the cooperation goes well, there will be a next time."

As he spoke, he gave a wink to a beautiful woman next to him.

That must be some girl who's trying her luck in Hollywood, not very famous, but pretty.

She snuggled closer to Ian, her large expanse of white skin and deep cleavage dazzling him.

Ian gently shook his head: "No, it's not necessary."

He pushed the girl out.

This surprised Bertram and the others.

This is unlike the Ian Carr we know.

But the next moment, they saw Kate Beckinsale.

She wore a purple velvet gown, looking glamorous and elegant.

She stood at the entrance to the small living room, her snow-white swan neck held high, her eyes darting towards Ian as if she wanted to devour him.

Nick understood; today was not the right time.

So he laughed and said, "Five million, full page."

Ian smiled, his eyes gleaming: "I think we could add a bit more, after all, this isn't just the Herald, it's also WND..."

Hypnosis is a great skill!

That evening, they chatted about business cooperation, and without Ian using any threats, they happily reached an eight million cooperation agreement... Hypnosis doesn't count as a threat!

WND News and the Los Angeles Herald will release a lot of leaked information two months before the Pearl Harbor premiere, and Ian Carr and Scarlett Johansson will officially become a couple. Kate Beckinsale, heartbroken, has other plans... she will likely engage in further hype with Pearl Harbor star Ben Affleck, bringing the movie's plot into reality.

As for Ian, he will try his best not to release negative news about Touchstone Pictures... This is a verbal promise. You like to talk business, and so do I.

The eight million GG fee isn't enough for me to fully open up to you. It only gives you a chance to pay to avoid trouble before I reveal the secrets.

After the deal was finalized, Kate came over.

She naturally took Ian's arm and pinched him hard, as revenge for his flirting.

Then she said softly, "Don't think you can just get rid of me like that, and don't think I'll be happy just because you rejected that slut. I know you saw me coming; you have extraordinary insight."

Ian: "..."

The key point is that she wasn't wrong!

Kate blinked her beautiful eyes: "And you're not allowed to go with Scarlett Jansen. Tonight you're mine!"

Ian smiled wryly, "Even if you and Affleck have a rumored affair, I'm still yours... but I have to go home tonight. I haven't been home for several days, and my mother called to urge me. If you'd like, we have two more hours tonight."

Kate exclaimed in surprise, "I didn't know you still lived with your mother!"

"We don't have the money to buy a house yet; all the funds are tied up in business expansion," Ian sighed. "I'll spend more time with you tomorrow, honey!"

Kate bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes filled with affection and a touch of allure: "Then what are we waiting for? At least we still have some time."

It's been a while since I've seen it, and it's wet.

She pulled Ian out of the hall and upstairs to their room.

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When Ian got up in the morning, he went downstairs and saw that Mrs. Carl had already prepared breakfast for him.

"Wow, fried eggs! You did it, Mom! That's right, just like that!" Ian smiled as he sat down next to his mother, looking at the fried eggs sprinkled with scallions on the plate with great satisfaction.

Unfortunately, there were no chopsticks available, so he had to use a knife to cut the egg open. The runny yolk pleased Ian greatly, and he sprinkled some pepper on it before starting to eat.

Mrs. Carl looked at her son speechlessly: "I don't understand why you put scallions in fried eggs? Does it taste good that way?"

Ian nodded repeatedly: "Hmm, quite good. It would be even better if there was millet porridge. I'll teach you how to make it later, Mom. Breakfast is relatively simple, but lunch and dinner are much more substantial. Our diet is terrible. I'll learn a lot of Chinese food; it's much more interesting than milk and bread every morning."

"Like pickled mustard greens?" Mrs. Carl looked at the pickled mustard greens on her plate speechlessly.

These were all requested by the son.

My son has become so sensible that he can even teach his mother how to cook.

This feels a bit strange.

"This is good stuff, it's just a pity you didn't make porridge," Ian replied.

The latest novel is first published here!

"Where did you learn that from?" Mrs. Carl asked her son curiously.

"I used to be a good-for-nothing bastard, and a proper rich kid would study this."

"But you didn't say that."

"Because back then I only wanted to enjoy myself, but I didn't know how to share," Ian laughed.

He gently kissed Mrs. Carl's cheek and said, "Since you have nothing to do at home anyway, why don't you do some research? Just do it for your son."

"Maybe one day I'll become a chef at a Chinese restaurant," Mrs. Carl muttered, then her face lit up with a smile. "But I like this... except for the preserved eggs."

As she spoke, she began to eat her bread.

Ian had originally wanted her to prepare some preserved eggs, but Mrs. Carl couldn't stand the smell and firmly refused.

In her view, Chinese preserved eggs and balut, as well as Italian maggot cheese, Icelandic dried shark, canned herring, and all Indian street food are just as terrible as human food.

Ian could only express his regret.

While they were having breakfast, Mrs. Carl suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, Burnell came to see you yesterday."

Upon hearing the name, Ian paused slightly in his eating.

Burnell, Ian Carr's childhood friend, is a street thug who has done everything a bastard would do.

Ian's gambling habit was related to this guy.

It can be said that Ian Carl's downfall was partly due to his association with this scoundrel.

After Ian transmigrated, he took the initiative to cut off contact with his old friends. Most people were sensible enough to do so, but there were always some who weren't.

The mention of the name Burnell instantly reminded Ian of his innocent and ignorant past...

Memories from two different times overlapped, stirring a surge of emotion within me.

Those past events still haunt me like a lingering ghost!

Then he chuckled and shook his head, dismissing the thought.

Ian said, "I won't have anything to do with him anymore, Mom."

Mrs. Carl shook her head: "He said he would come to see you this morning and that you must see him. I suspect he might have something on you."

Ian frowned slightly.

handle?

The predecessor was indeed quite a scoundrel, but he never actually broke the law. At least compared to himself, this "diligent and hardworking" guy, he was just a harmless little lamb.

The higher your position, the more people you harm!

What leverage could Burnell possibly have?

He gave a soft "Mmm": "Then I'll talk to him."

(End of this chapter)