American Gossip King

Chapter 95 You Ruined Good News

Mischel Street, Kripps' residence.

Ian sat in Kripps's study seat, with Kripps standing obediently to his left.

The massacre two days ago completely horrified Kreps.

Nearly fifty gunmen were gone just like that. Only eleven people on the outer perimeter managed to escape, but they were then dealt with by the Crippled Gang.

Kreps didn't know whether Ian did it alone or with a group of people, but it seemed more like he did it all by himself, since he had done it alone last time.

A reincarnation of Rambo?

No, it's Rambo + Terminator, squared!

Gangsters may not be afraid of the police, but they cannot be afraid of the god of death.

So Kripps is very well-behaved now!

Even if you gave him a gun right now, let him check the safety, the bullets, everything, and then put it against Ian's forehead, he still wouldn't dare to shoot.

At that moment, Ian was reviewing the finances of White Mountain Company. After a quick look, Ian said, "You did a good job. Arrange for the interviews with those scapegoats later."

"Yes, boss," Kreps replied respectfully.

Seeing that Ian was in a good mood, Kreps whispered, "By the way, there's something that might be related to you."

"What?" Ian asked casually.

Kripps said, "Someone's been looking for a gunman lately."

Looking for a hitman?

Ian looked at Kripps in surprise: "Another big deal?"

Kreps shook his head: "No, it sounds like it's directed at you."

Ian was stunned.

Is this targeting me?

He looked at Kreps with a strange expression: "What exactly happened?"

Kripps shook his head: "It's an intermediary who made the contact. They didn't mention a buyer, only that they wanted to assassinate a big shot in Los Angeles, and it would be best to do it discreetly. My men probed, and the other party was very tight-lipped, only saying that it seemed to be related to business competition and that it was a big shot in the media industry."

"Wow!" Ian laughed.

He understood; this was most likely because the Acton family was in a hurry.

Although the Pioneer Daily has not yet won against the Times, they are getting closer and closer.

Most critically, the rapid growth of the Herald was also affecting the Times' sales. Under the secret manipulation of Deer Chandler and Israel, the Times' sales declined significantly during this period, with daily sales now only slightly over 120 million copies.

It's normal for one to gain and the other to lose, so the Herald doesn't need to sell 150 million copies to win the bet!

The Acton family knew they were only one step away from losing the bet, so they chose to take the risk.

"Is he such a sore loser? This isn't the proper way to do business," Ian muttered.

Kripps looked at Ian in shock.

Boss, when you criticize others, could you please look in the mirror?

Have you ever operated a legitimate business?

Ian pursed his lips: "Fine, I got it. Keep an eye on it and let me know if you hear anything."

With that, he got up and left.

After leaving Mischel Street, Ian took a walk.

As I walked out of the street corner, I saw a police car parked not far away.

A blonde beauty was sitting in the car; it was Catherine.

She was looking at Ian with a cold gaze.

Ian smiled.

He stepped forward, approached the car window, and gently knocked: "Miss Catherine?"

"Call me officer!" Catherine said, rolling down the car window.

Ian chuckled, "Okay, Officer Catherine, are you following me?"

Catherine glared at him fiercely: "What's your relationship with Kreps?"

Ian shook his head slightly: "I don't know what you're talking about. Yes, I know him, but that's only because I'm a reporter. Reporters go everywhere to find news, isn't that normal?"

Catherine retorted angrily, "You could find much more valuable news! So many things happen in the world every day, can't you find something healthy?"

Ian shrugged. "Then you'll have to ask the public. A wholesome, positive story can never compare to the sensory stimulation of scandals and horrific events! What do you want me to report? A policewoman relentlessly pursuing a newspaper owner for justice and truth, only to fail? That sounds utterly worthless..."

He then burst into laughter: "Nobody cares about that!"

Catherine whispered angrily, "I'll catch you."

Ian shook his head slightly: "It's more likely that you fell in love with me at this stage, while I only treated you as a usable plaything, and eventually threw you away after I got tired of you."

"Fuck you!" Catherine shouted.

"That's right, it's only a matter of time... I can accept you on top, I don't need to seek male dignity in bed!" Ian laughed.

As he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed an old newspaper next to Catherine.

The newspaper headline read, "Argentina is in economic crisis."

Ok?

Oh, right, Argentina did experience a financial crisis in 01, which led to a continuous economic downturn thereafter.

As Ian knew: although the world is different and many things have changed as a result, the big picture remains the same.

This is an old newspaper, and judging from the timeline, it predates what Ian knew—although the timing is wrong, the event actually happened.

Ian recalled that shortly after Argentina ran into problems, Italy also ran into problems, leading to a sharp devaluation of the Italian lira.

The latest novel is first published here!

If I could seize the opportunity to short the lira before then...

He fell into deep thought.

Catherine's "Get out" pulled him back to reality from his thoughts.

Seeing the woman's angry eyes, Ian ignored her and turned to leave.

They had only walked a few steps when they saw a house in the distance suddenly catch fire, with thick black smoke billowing out of the windows.

Someone was shouting frantically from the window.

Catherine was shocked and got out of the car.

She ran quickly toward the house, but the surging flames forced her to retreat to the side.

Seeing this, Ian had an idea. He quickly took out his camera and handed it to Catherine, saying, "Can you do me a favor?"

"What?" Catherine exclaimed in surprise.

Ian said, "I'll take care of the rescue, you take care of the filming."

As he spoke, he turned and rushed into the room.

Catherine shouted, "No, don't go! It's too dangerous!"

"Shut up, you woman!" Ian stopped and yelled. "Your job is to take pictures. If you ruin my news, I'll throw you in the fire!"

Catherine rolled her eyes in exasperation: "You're absolutely insane!"

But she finally raised her camera and started snapping away at Ian.

Just two minutes later, Catherine saw Ian rush out of the house carrying a little girl, his hair still bearing traces of flames.

"That's amazing, you did it!" Catherine exclaimed in delight.

Ian had already put the little girl down.

He said to the little girl, "You're safe now. Stay here and wait patiently. Your mom and dad will be back soon, okay?"

The little girl nodded earnestly.

Ian then walked over to Catherine and said, "Give me the camera."

He took the camera and examined the photos closely, while Catherine watched him intently.

She said softly, "I didn't expect you to do this, Ian Carl. Perhaps you're not as bad as you think."

At this moment, her opinion of Ian changed somewhat.

But Ian Carl's answer the next moment plunged her into despair.

Ian roared, "Damn it, look at the crap you've taken! Even the photos my grandma in her grave are better than yours! You've ruined a good news story!"

Catherine, her face flushed with anger, kicked Ian, yelling, "Go to hell with you and your news!"

(End of this chapter)