American Gossip King

Chapter 77 Come Work for Me

In the restaurant on the second floor of the Miro Hotel, Ian leisurely ate his tender and juicy veal while Scarlett gently and warmly drank her wine beside him, her eyes filled with nothing but Ian.

Soothing, melodious music began to play.

Under the candlelight, Dear Chandler looked somewhat pale, but his overall condition was not bad.

Sharon Stone didn't come; she probably knew it wasn't appropriate for her to show up, so she left.

Ian smiled and said, "Mr. Chandler, you are a smart man. I know you have been firmly against the bet from the beginning, but unfortunately, you have no say in the matter, and the loss is not your responsibility."

Dear Chandler felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He stammered, "Israel?"

Ian looked at him with a smile.

"He betrayed us," Dear Chandler said angrily.

Ian shook his head: "It's not exactly betrayal. At least he didn't give me the Times' business secrets. This guy still has some principles. He probably just wanted to put on a show of loyalty in front of me... Heh, it doesn't mean anything to me."

He laughed and said, "Let me tell you how things will turn out next."

Scarlett raised an eyebrow. The words sounded familiar. Ian liked this kind of prophetic communication; it made it easier for him to control the situation.

Then Ian said, "The Los Angeles Times will lose the bet, and the Acton family will blame everything on you, since you're the chairman."

Hmm, this prophecy is a bit simple.

Deer Chandler scoffed, "You haven't won yet. Even if you spill my secrets, it won't matter."

Ian chuckled and shook his head. "No need to be stubborn. We all know your wife isn't a forgiving woman; she'll go crazy. As for whether this scoop will make the front page... it wouldn't have before, but it can now. Think about it: the Los Angeles Times and the Herald made a bet, and then the Herald immediately released the story of the Times' chairman, Deer Chandler's, affair. The combination of these two things is quite intriguing. The key is that it's my exclusive... You wouldn't want to compete with me for the story, would you?"

Ian chuckled as he spoke.

Scarlett looked at Ian excitedly.

Ian Carl, you're a genius at journalism!

Is there anything you can't do in the news?

Dear Chandler said angrily, "Ian Carl, don't push things too far."

Ian shook his head: "On the contrary, I'm avoiding this situation. I mean, I don't want to reveal this information, as long as you can give me a little help."

Deer Chandler growled, "You think I don't know what you're up to? I'm a member of the Acton family! I don't betray my family!"

Ian replied, "If you're divorced, then you're not."

Deer Chandler stared in astonishment, his mouth agape.

Ian smiled and said, "I know you've had enough of that stupid woman, Isidora Acton. This is the perfect opportunity. You'll be single then, and you can date whoever you want!"

As he spoke, he looked intently at Deer Chandler: "Carl Media is constantly expanding, and its capital operations will be further strengthened. I've bought three newspapers, but I'll eventually sell them off. I don't have that much time and energy to handle these things... What I'm good at is capital operations and acquiring big scoops, not business management. I need a president, a president who is proficient in management."

Big bosses are all very busy.

Because of Gaskell, Ian has one less source of funding than those big bosses, but he also has the added need to personally acquire big money, and he still doesn't have enough time.

As he forked the veal, still slightly bloody, Ian smiled and said, "Mr. Dear Chandler, you're perfect for this position."

Dear Chandler remained silent.

After a long pause, he said, "What exactly do you want me to do?"

Ian laughed: "It's not something difficult to do. Just make sure the Los Angeles Times keeps a low profile when I release my bombshell, so you can help me close the bet as soon as possible. That shouldn't be hard for you! Of course, you can also keep an eye on the Acton family while you're at it. If they have any inappropriate ideas, you can let me know."

He chuckled softly, "Actually, I don't need your help to win the bet, I believe you know that. It's just that my time is always tight, and I don't want to drag it out. Since you're going to lose sooner or later, isn't it better to lose sooner? Efficiency is always the most important thing. If something that can be done in three months takes half a year, it means a huge loss! And as a young person, I usually don't have that much patience!"

Deer Chandler thought about it seriously for a while, then said, "May I know your next plan after taking over the Times?"

Ian paused, then asked, "Why are you asking that?"

"I need to know my future boss's grand vision, otherwise no matter how hard I try, it will be a waste of effort if I'm going in the wrong direction."

Ian chuckled softly.

He thought for a moment and said, "I don't have a good outlook on the newspaper industry, Deer."

Dear Chandler stared at him in astonishment.

Ian answered seriously, "Yes, I don't have a good outlook on the newspaper industry; it's destined to decline. No matter how hard you try on the wrong path, the final outcome is demise. Now is the last moment for the newspaper industry to shine."

He leaned toward Deer Chandler: "I want the Times because I want to acquire a substantial stake in CBS by the second half of this year, and I will sell most of my newspaper shares next year. If you are still interested by then, I can consider selling you a portion of the shares in the Times and the Herald."

Deer Chandler thought about it seriously for a while, then said, "The internet and television have taken a huge share of newspapers' business, so transformation is inevitable. I'm beginning to understand why you're in such a hurry. I can give up my newspaper shares, but I want shares in Carl Media Group."

"Not now, but we can consider it in the future." Ian raised his glass. "Carl Media's current development mainly depends on me. You'll only be qualified to make this request one day when you can prove your worth. You may not get shares in the Carl Group, but you can get shares in the portion of the businesses you manage!"

It's a bit ruthless, but that makes it seem more sincere, much more reliable than just making empty promises and agreeing to anything.

Deer Chandler nodded reluctantly: "Then it's settled."

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After the discussion was over, Dear Chandler left.

Scarlett looked at Ian in surprise.

She murmured, "This is the first time I've heard of someone being able to bribe even the chairman of the other party. This goes against my understanding of business principles."

Ian laughed too: "Dear Chandler isn't really in charge, and even if he were, we could talk... It's all too common for a chairman to sell his shares and go into other jobs. The chairman of a small company won't have more status than an executive of a mega-corporation! Didn't Michael Ovitz, who founded CAA, switch careers to work for Disney? Too bad he lost his gamble. At its core, it's all about profit, so this doesn't violate business principles. You're just blinded by appearances, honey."

Ziroom is still sucking up to Chairman Dong while acting as a boss, never looking at pay slips, ultimately restricting high-end consumption... One should know oneself; those who are good at sucking up are only suitable to be dogs, not bosses!

So what's so strange about that?

Scarlett gazed at him adoringly: "I'm just mesmerized by you, darling."

Looking at her stunningly beautiful face, Ian was also captivated.

Holding Scarlett's arm, he whispered, "Do you know that eating is the best way for humans to replenish their energy? I just replenished a lot of energy, and I'm full of energy again!"

Scarlett playfully licked her lips: "The room is upstairs, carry me there."

Ian laughed and simply picked Scarlett up in his arms and carried her toward the elevator.

This was in public, and for a moment everyone in the restaurant looked over.

Some people even took the opportunity to take pictures of Ian.

The security guards dutifully intervened, saying, "Sorry, reporters are not allowed to take pictures here."

The reporter grinned and said, "I'm a reporter from the Los Angeles Herald, and that was my boss."

What?

The security personnel were taken aback.

The reporter flashed his identification and laughed, "My boss has fallen for someone else, but he doesn't want his news to be reported by other companies. Don't worry, buddy, this is the customer's request, you won't have any trouble."

As he spoke, he chased after Ian Karl and started snapping photos of him.

Ian turned around with Scarlett in his arms and gave a peace sign to the camera. Scarlett then hugged Ian and gave him a big kiss on the neck.

The image freezes at this moment.

(End of this chapter)