American Gossip King

Chapter 83 Global Carnival

Inside the room, Ian quietly explained his upcoming ideas.

The dim light illuminated Ian's face, but every word he uttered was tinged with darkness and omnipresent scheming.

Listening to his plan, Lena's eyes lit up like stars: "My God, Ian, you're a genius!"

Even Gaskell was shocked.

As a seasoned banker, he has extensive experience in business operations, but when it comes to how to handle news, he is far less professional than Ian.

After a long pause, he shook his head and laughed, "This plan is truly unbelievable, Ian, you're amazing."

Ian smiled and raised his glass: "Thank you for the compliment."

Gaskell said, "The plan is good, and I support it, provided you can find them."

"Yes, Kreps is already watching. You know rats have their ways!"

Gaskell said, "But there's another problem you need to solve. If you want CBS to accept you, you must strengthen your business acumen; you can't keep taking risks yourself. For all violence-related news, you need to diminish your own presence and maximize your influence. A future media mogul shouldn't be a fearless journalist himself, but rather have a group of fearless journalists under his command!"

Ian nodded. "That's what I think too. That's why I had Leso handle it this time. I have an idea, Gaskell. I believe Butterfly shouldn't be a person, but an organization—an organization willing to risk their lives for the news!"

Gaskell was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Ian said, "While many journalists are willing to risk their lives for high-value stories, most are still afraid when it comes to actually risking their lives. I need a group of suicide squads, whether they operate in the open or in the shadows."

Lena gently stroked his face: "Like Filippo?"

"Yes." Ian gently kissed Lena's red lips: "Like Philileso, but we can't just have Philileso, after all, he can only be used for another year at most."

Although Leso has a year and a half to live, he will likely spend the last part of his life in a hospital bed, and it would be good if he could live for another year.

Gaskell understood: "You're looking for those who are about to die?"

Ian nodded: "Yes, but instead of us going to them, we'll let them come to us."

Lena asked in surprise, "Why did you let them find us themselves?"

Gaskell laughed and said, "It's simple, just set up a terminal illness hospital, or a charitable foundation."

Ian laughed and said, "That's right, I want to start a humanitarian charity foundation for terminally ill patients... AIDS is still a bit troublesome. We need to find those whose physical strength isn't greatly affected and who can move around freely. A foundation would have a wider impact, while hospitals are too regional in comparison."

Gaskell said, "That means pure burning money."

Ian downed his drink in one gulp: "What great person wouldn't do charity?"

Gaskell was also amused.

Ian is right. No big shot doesn't do charity. Don't worry about the dirty tricks behind the scenes, you have to do it on the surface!

Since you're doing charity anyway, why not choose one that benefits you?

With this terminal illness patient foundation, they can freely choose the people they need.

As for spending money, that's not a problem.

Firstly, a well-run foundation can make money itself. Secondly, it's about doing what you can within your means. You should contribute as much as you can, and no one can blame you for not helping enough people—but if you donate 100,000 and then say you're donating 1 million, that's a different story.

Gaskell nodded and said, "That's no problem, I can help you with that. You won't need too much money initially, just one million will be enough. We'll expand as the scale grows based on that."

Ian nodded repeatedly: "Then it's settled."

Gaskell said, "Oh, by the way, I suggest you buy some new clothes, and maybe even get yourself a new house if necessary."

Ian shook his head: "No rush, all my funds are currently invested in development."

Gaskell shook his head and chuckled, "Ian, Ian! Haven't I told you that sometimes investing in yourself is investing in your business? You're the boss of Carl Media, you're Ian Carl! You're the most famous journalist and entrepreneur in America, you need to have a better image! A little self-indulgence in spending is fine; it's not extravagance, it's just the right amount of packaging! The most important thing isn't saving, but understanding yourself and giving yourself the treatment you deserve for your current status! Don't be excessively extravagant, nor excessively frugal!"

Ian thought it made sense.

After all, was Gaskell willing to lend him money because of the Herald newspaper?

No, it's Chong Yien!

Many investors don't look at your business plan first, but rather at your boss!

It depends on whether you, as a boss, are worth their investment.

It's not really fair to blame Ian for being stingy; it's just that his business development has outpaced his spending habits—everything has its habits, and spending habits are no exception.

The company expanded too quickly, so much so that Ian's consumer mindset hadn't had time to catch up.

of course there are exceptions.

Some people's consumption mentality exceeds their own expansion speed, and then the company collapses.

Ian nodded: "I'm fine."

Gaskell said, "Let Lena accompany you. You know, women are much better than men when it comes to things like dressing up."

Lena smiled happily, put her arms around Ian's neck, and whispered, "I'll make you a charming and handsome man, but I'll always be the most important person in your heart!"

The latest novel is first published here!

Ian nodded earnestly, "Of course, my darling Lena, being with you is a blessing from heaven, and it's Gaskell's greatest love for me. No woman can replace you in my heart!"

………………

The following morning, Ian returned to the newspaper and released more information about the robbery inside the bank.

This also represents a follow-up report, a further exploration of the news potential—and also completes the third hot topic.

The Palos bank robbery has now spread globally, and everyone knows about the eccentric journalist and boss named Ian Carr who chased the robbers' vehicle down the highway to conduct interviews.

Ian kept his word from the hotel interview: even if he faced a gun, he would still interview, interview, interview!

The comments section was flooded with laughter, creating a global frenzy:

"Ian, you did a fantastic job! I've never seen such excellent news!"

"That's news! That's news!!!"

"If only every journalist had the professionalism of Ian and Butterfly!"

I still prefer butterflies.

"He has AIDS!"

"I love that too!"

"Ian Carl, come on, come interview me! I'm planning to rob a jewelry store tomorrow! I'm serious!"

"Ian Carl, do you really want someone to kidnap you? I think your suggestion is good. Those guys worked so hard to steal a little over two hundred thousand; why not kidnap a rich person instead!"

"I bet when you kidnap him, he'll point a camera at you and ask you what you were thinking when you kidnapped him."

"No need to guess, no need to guess! That's the guy who'd rather fall from a skyscraper than not get a microphone!"

The various hilarious comments made Ian grin from ear to ear, and the bank robbery became a global carnival.

Every now and then, someone would call Ian, solemnly telling him that they did indeed have a robbery plan and hoped to cooperate with him.

Ian responded: Sure, if you dare to do it, I dare to film it.

Under Ian's direction, the Palos bank robbery instantly became a global hot topic, even surpassing the burning of the torch.

After all, this kind of interviewing while speeding through gunfire is not rare but unique. Coupled with Ian Carr's own fame and his unique interviewing style, it can be said to have become a global sensation.

(End of this chapter)