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Washington Post Building, DC, USA.
In the spacious and bright conference room, Kai Graham, the pioneer publisher of the Washington Post, the eldest son of the legendary woman, Donald, the then CEO of the Washington Post company, Larry Weymouth, Kay's daughter, Leonard Downey Jr., editor in chief, and Katherine Weymouth, the granddaughter of Kay, the fourth generation publisher, who has been preparing to take over the internship of the family newspaper, are sitting at the meeting At the desk, listen to Jon Mitcham's report on the monitor.
But the serious expression on everyone's face made even Jon Mitcham in New York feel a bit depressed, and the bitterness in his heart was even more difficult to understand.
"Thank you, Jon. Your work is perfect. So, Catherine, let's talk about it Donald, the post's CEO, looks to his niece Catherine.
Jon looks at the white ol suit, blonde shawl, and a smart woman in her 30s and 40s in the video. As the next CEO of the post company, she has gradually taken over the company's decision-making.
"Jon, after a while, the company will arrange an associate editor to go to the weekly. You should help him understand the situation of the weekly as much as possible..."
Jon Mitcham's brain hummed into consternation, with a dull expression on his face. Donald, the post's CEO, waved to interrupt Catherine, who was still talking.
"Jon, you know, the newspaper market is shrinking rapidly now, and Newsweek has lost money for two consecutive years. The amount has reached 13 million yuan. In the next three years, the amount may increase to 50 million yuan. The company can't always give blood to the weekly, and three years later, it's the bank repayment period. The board of directors of the company decided to find a new owner for Newsweek."
Jon Mitcham's lips trembled a little. After deep breathing, he put on an ugly smile and asked, "Chairman, can I know who's in the family?"
"Of course, my mother's good friend, Sidney Harman, an American electronics giant."
Jon couldn't help but smile bitterly. Was it really him? He looked at his chairman. "Chairman, how much money would Mr. Harman give to take over the weekly?"
Leonard Downey, Jr., the editor in chief of the post with a strange voice, stared at the pen he was playing with, and his lips were covered with a smile, which could be seen by the public.
Looking up at everyone looking at himself, little Leonard didn't seem to care about Jon's cannibalism in the video either. He said lightly: "Jon, you know more about weekly news than anyone else. It's hard for someone to take on debt. The deputy editor in chief of the weekly is Mr. Harman who sent him to be familiar with the situation in the past. Mr. Harman promised to keep most of the management, but the layoff is necessary. I hope you can cooperate with the other party and the labor union. "
"You..." Jon looked at each other's disdainful face and mouth, his whole body trembled slightly. If he could kill people with his eyes across the screen, little Leonard would have been pierced by a thousand arrows.
"All right!" Donald, CEO, stopped rubbing his glasses, interrupted coldly, put on his glasses again, took a look at Leonard, his sweetheart, and Jon, who was looking at the monitor.
"Jon, you know, there's no way. The economic environment and the newspaper market are in recession. The weekly debt is not a small number. Mr. Harman is willing to take over. It's also because of the friendship between our two families that we are willing to bear all the debt. As for you, there are two options. One is to continue to be the editor in chief of the weekly, the other is to transfer back to the headquarters."
Jon Mitcham's heart is really cold and cold. It seems that the fate of weekly lost like garbage can't be changed. Seeing the sarcastic smile on the corner of Leonard's mouth and miss Larry who has been silent and indifferent, only young Catherine shakes her head.
Whew...
Jon Mitcham, with a deep clench of his teeth and a firm look ahead, said to Donald, "Chairman, Mr. Harman is over eighty years old this year. I don't think this is a good choice. If it's only a condition of bearing all debts, I have a better choice here. I don't know if the chairman is interested in listening!"
Leonard's face changed a little. Just to stop Jon from going on, he heard a soft female voice saying, "Oh? Is there anyone else interested in weekly? Who is it? "
"Genius writer, billionaire, publishing upstart, elephant party whip Mr. Smith's grandson Andy Smith!"
。。。。。。
"Achoo!"
Andy, holding a bright red rose in his hand, just got out of the car, sneezed, rubbed his nose, muttered a few words, and walked into the private apron of Kennedy Airport.
Looking at the plane not far away slowly taxiing and stopping, the elevator car in place, the cabin door open, a long blonde hair flying in the cold wind, a pair of big sunglasses on a beautiful face, a blue cashmere coat with double rows of golden buttons, a pair of long and white legs exposed, pink black five point heel high-heeled shoes, with a white bag, the corners of the mouth cocked up The arc is very big, with a happy smile on her face, and Ivana, who has bright red lips and teeth, stands on the ladder and waves to Andy below."Welcome home, honey!" Andy comes forward with a charming smile, holds out his hand to Ivana, who is careful to walk down the ladder, and sends the rose.
"Thank you, honey, the flowers are beautiful..." Ivana took the red rose and held Andy's hand. Her eyes were full of tenderness and she looked at her lover and exclaimed. Unfortunately, before she finished speaking, she was pulled into her arms, covered with red lips, and then her lips and tongue were madly entwined.
Ivana grabs the rose, arms around Andy's neck, toes up, eyes closed, and feels his boyfriend's warm kiss.
"Whoop..."
Her white face was red, her eyes were blurred, and she breathed heavily. The deep kiss almost choked her.
"I haven't seen you in a few days, honey. You're a lot fuller!" Andy squints his eyes and whispers in Ivana's ear, who is still intoxicated in the confusion.
"Hate" Ivana recovers Qingming, lies in Andy's arms, and punches him on the chest with a little shame. She is coquettish and angry, but she is still worried and muttering. Am I fat again? Nah...
"I love you so much that I want to die directly on you..."
Andy lies in Ivana's ear and talks the honeyed words that make her feel hot.
Ivana's eyes almost overflowed with Chun water, and her lips trembled slightly and said softly, "Andy, I miss you so much..."
He reached out a little cool soft hand and stroked Andy's cheek. His eyes were full of love and tenderness, which almost melted people.
They kissed each other again and hugged each other to death. It seemed that they wanted to rub each other into their bodies. At this moment, Ivana's worries about the reports she had seen were all cleared away. She felt Andy's deep feelings for her and the kind of missing that made her extremely happy.
For a long time, Ivana was red and pretty, lying in Andy's arms, tightly hugged by him, and went to Andy's car and got on.
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Washington Post Building, DC, USA.
In the spacious and bright conference room, Kai Graham, the pioneer publisher of the Washington Post, the eldest son of the legendary woman, Donald, the then CEO of the Washington Post company, Larry Weymouth, Kay's daughter, Leonard Downey Jr., editor in chief, and Katherine Weymouth, the granddaughter of Kay, the fourth generation publisher, who has been preparing to take over the internship of the family newspaper, are sitting at the meeting At the desk, listen to Jon Mitcham's report on the monitor.
But the serious expression on everyone's face made even Jon Mitcham in New York feel a bit depressed, and the bitterness in his heart was even more difficult to understand.
"Thank you, Jon. Your work is perfect. So, Catherine, let's talk about it Donald, the post's CEO, looks to his niece Catherine.
Jon looks at the white ol suit, blonde shawl, and a smart woman in her 30s and 40s in the video. As the next CEO of the post company, she has gradually taken over the company's decision-making.
"Jon, after a while, the company will arrange an associate editor to go to the weekly. You should help him understand the situation of the weekly as much as possible..."
Jon Mitcham's brain hummed into consternation, with a dull expression on his face. Donald, the post's CEO, waved to interrupt Catherine, who was still talking.
"Jon, you know, the newspaper market is shrinking rapidly now, and Newsweek has lost money for two consecutive years. The amount has reached 13 million yuan. In the next three years, the amount may increase to 50 million yuan. The company can't always give blood to the weekly, and three years later, it's the bank repayment period. The board of directors of the company decided to find a new owner for Newsweek."
Jon Mitcham's lips trembled a little. After deep breathing, he put on an ugly smile and asked, "Chairman, can I know who's in the family?"
"Of course, my mother's good friend, Sidney Harman, an American electronics giant."
Jon couldn't help but smile bitterly. Was it really him? He looked at his chairman. "Chairman, how much money would Mr. Harman give to take over the weekly?"
Leonard Downey, Jr., the editor in chief of the post with a strange voice, stared at the pen he was playing with, and his lips were covered with a smile, which could be seen by the public.
Looking up at everyone looking at himself, little Leonard didn't seem to care about Jon's cannibalism in the video either. He said lightly: "Jon, you know more about weekly news than anyone else. It's hard for someone to take on debt. The deputy editor in chief of the weekly is Mr. Harman who sent him to be familiar with the situation in the past. Mr. Harman promised to keep most of the management, but the layoff is necessary. I hope you can cooperate with the other party and the labor union. "
"You..." Jon looked at each other's disdainful face and mouth, his whole body trembled slightly. If he could kill people with his eyes across the screen, little Leonard would have been pierced by a thousand arrows.
"All right!" Donald, CEO, stopped rubbing his glasses, interrupted coldly, put on his glasses again, took a look at Leonard, his sweetheart, and Jon, who was looking at the monitor.
"Jon, you know, there's no way. The economic environment and the newspaper market are in recession. The weekly debt is not a small number. Mr. Harman is willing to take over. It's also because of the friendship between our two families that we are willing to bear all the debt. As for you, there are two options. One is to continue to be the editor in chief of the weekly, the other is to transfer back to the headquarters."
Jon Mitcham's heart is really cold and cold. It seems that the fate of weekly lost like garbage can't be changed. Seeing the sarcastic smile on the corner of Leonard's mouth and miss Larry who has been silent and indifferent, only young Catherine shakes her head.
Whew...
Jon Mitcham, with a deep clench of his teeth and a firm look ahead, said to Donald, "Chairman, Mr. Harman is over eighty years old this year. I don't think this is a good choice. If it's only a condition of bearing all debts, I have a better choice here. I don't know if the chairman is interested in listening!"
Leonard's face changed a little. Just to stop Jon from going on, he heard a soft female voice saying, "Oh? Is there anyone else interested in weekly? Who is it? "
"Genius writer, billionaire, publishing upstart, elephant party whip Mr. Smith's grandson Andy Smith!"
。。。。。。
"Achoo!"
Andy, holding a bright red rose in his hand, just got out of the car, sneezed, rubbed his nose, muttered a few words, and walked into the private apron of Kennedy Airport.
Looking at the plane not far away slowly taxiing and stopping, the elevator car in place, the cabin door open, a long blonde hair flying in the cold wind, a pair of big sunglasses on a beautiful face, a blue cashmere coat with double rows of golden buttons, a pair of long and white legs exposed, pink black five point heel high-heeled shoes, with a white bag, the corners of the mouth cocked up The arc is very big, with a happy smile on her face, and Ivana, who has bright red lips and teeth, stands on the ladder and waves to Andy below."Welcome home, honey!" Andy comes forward with a charming smile, holds out his hand to Ivana, who is careful to walk down the ladder, and sends the rose.
"Thank you, honey, the flowers are beautiful..." Ivana took the red rose and held Andy's hand. Her eyes were full of tenderness and she looked at her lover and exclaimed. Unfortunately, before she finished speaking, she was pulled into her arms, covered with red lips, and then her lips and tongue were madly entwined.
Ivana grabs the rose, arms around Andy's neck, toes up, eyes closed, and feels his boyfriend's warm kiss.
"Whoop..."
Her white face was red, her eyes were blurred, and she breathed heavily. The deep kiss almost choked her.
"I haven't seen you in a few days, honey. You're a lot fuller!" Andy squints his eyes and whispers in Ivana's ear, who is still intoxicated in the confusion.
"Hate" Ivana recovers Qingming, lies in Andy's arms, and punches him on the chest with a little shame. She is coquettish and angry, but she is still worried and muttering. Am I fat again? Nah...
"I love you so much that I want to die directly on you..."
Andy lies in Ivana's ear and talks the honeyed words that make her feel hot.
Ivana's eyes almost overflowed with Chun water, and her lips trembled slightly and said softly, "Andy, I miss you so much..."
He reached out a little cool soft hand and stroked Andy's cheek. His eyes were full of love and tenderness, which almost melted people.
They kissed each other again and hugged each other to death. It seemed that they wanted to rub each other into their bodies. At this moment, Ivana's worries about the reports she had seen were all cleared away. She felt Andy's deep feelings for her and the kind of missing that made her extremely happy.
For a long time, Ivana was red and pretty, lying in Andy's arms, tightly hugged by him, and went to Andy's car and got on.
Washington Post Building, DC, USA. In the spacious and bright conference room, Kai Graham, the pioneer publisher of the Washington Post, the eldest son of the legendary woman, Donald, the then CEO of the Washington Post company, Larry Weymouth, Kay's daughter, Leonard Downey Jr., editor in chief, and Katherine Weymouth, the granddaughter of Kay, the fourth generation publisher, who has been preparing to take over the internship of the family newspaper, are sitting at the meeting At the desk, listen to Jon Mitcham's report on the monitor. But the serious expression on everyone's face made even Jon Mitcham in New York feel a bit depressed, and the bitterness in his heart was even more difficult to understand. "Thank you, Jon. Your work is perfect. So, Catherine, let's talk about it Donald, the post's CEO, looks to his niece Catherine. Jon looks at the white ol suit, blonde shawl, and a smart woman in her 30s and 40s in the video. As the next CEO of the post company, she has gradually taken over the company's decision-making. "Jon, after a while, the company will arrange an associate editor to go to the weekly. You should help him understand the situation of the weekly as much as possible..." Jon Mitcham's brain hummed into consternation, with a dull expression on his face. Donald, the post's CEO, waved to interrupt Catherine, who was still talking. "Jon, you know, the newspaper market is shrinking rapidly now, and Newsweek has lost money for two consecutive years. The amount has reached 13 million yuan. In the next three years, the amount may increase to 50 million yuan. The company can't always give blood to the weekly, and three years later, it's the bank repayment period. The board of directors of the company decided to find a new owner for Newsweek." Jon Mitcham's lips trembled a little. After deep breathing, he put on an ugly smile and asked, "Chairman, can I know who's in the family?" "Of course, my mother's good friend, Sidney Harman, an American electronics giant." Jon couldn't help but smile bitterly. Was it really him? He looked at his chairman. "Chairman, how much money would Mr. Harman give to take over the weekly?" Leonard Downey, Jr., the editor in chief of the post with a strange voice, stared at the pen he was playing with, and his lips were covered with a smile, which could be seen by the public. Looking up at everyone looking at himself, little Leonard didn't seem to care about Jon's cannibalism in the video either. He said lightly: "Jon, you know more about weekly news than anyone else. It's hard for someone to take on debt. The deputy editor in chief of the weekly is Mr. Harman who sent him to be familiar with the situation in the past. Mr. Harman promised to keep most of the management, but the layoff is necessary. I hope you can cooperate with the other party and the labor union. " "You..." Jon looked at each other's disdainful face and mouth, his whole body trembled slightly. If he could kill people with his eyes across the screen, little Leonard would have been pierced by a thousand arrows. "All right!" Donald, CEO, stopped rubbing his glasses, interrupted coldly, put on his glasses again, took a look at Leonard, his sweetheart, and Jon, who was looking at the monitor. "Jon, you know, there's no way. The economic environment and the newspaper market are in recession. The weekly debt is not a small number. Mr. Harman is willing to take over. It's also because of the friendship between our two families that we are willing to bear all the debt. As for you, there are two options. One is to continue to be the editor in chief of the weekly, the other is to transfer back to the headquarters." Jon Mitcham's heart is really cold and cold. It seems that the fate of weekly lost like garbage can't be changed. Seeing the sarcastic smile on the corner of Leonard's mouth and miss Larry who has been silent and indifferent, only young Catherine shakes her head. Whew... Jon Mitcham, with a deep clench of his teeth and a firm look ahead, said to Donald, "Chairman, Mr. Harman is over eighty years old this year. I don't think this is a good choice. If it's only a condition of bearing all debts, I have a better choice here. I don't know if the chairman is interested in listening!" Leonard's face changed a little. Just to stop Jon from going on, he heard a soft female voice saying, "Oh? Is there anyone else interested in weekly? Who is it? " "Genius writer, billionaire, publishing upstart, elephant party whip Mr. Smith's grandson Andy Smith!" "Achoo!" Andy, holding a bright red rose in his hand, just got out of the car, sneezed, rubbed his nose, muttered a few words, and walked into the private apron of Kennedy Airport. Looking at the plane not far away slowly taxiing and stopping, the elevator car in place, the cabin door open, a long blonde hair flying in the cold wind, a pair of big sunglasses on a beautiful face, a blue cashmere coat with double rows of golden buttons, a pair of long and white legs exposed, pink black five point heel high-heeled shoes, with a white bag, the corners of the mouth cocked up The arc is very big, with a happy smile on her face, and Ivana, who has bright red lips and teeth, stands on the ladder and waves to Andy below."Welcome home, honey!" Andy comes forward with a charming smile, holds out his hand to Ivana, who is careful to walk down the ladder, and sends the rose. "Thank you, honey, the flowers are beautiful..." Ivana took the red rose and held Andy's hand. Her eyes were full of tenderness and she looked at her lover and exclaimed. Unfortunately, before she finished speaking, she was pulled into her arms, covered with red lips, and then her lips and tongue were madly entwined. Ivana grabs the rose, arms around Andy's neck, toes up, eyes closed, and feels his boyfriend's warm kiss. "Whoop..." Her white face was red, her eyes were blurred, and she breathed heavily. The deep kiss almost choked her. "I haven't seen you in a few days, honey. You're a lot fuller!" Andy squints his eyes and whispers in Ivana's ear, who is still intoxicated in the confusion. "Hate" Ivana recovers Qingming, lies in Andy's arms, and punches him on the chest with a little shame. She is coquettish and angry, but she is still worried and muttering. Am I fat again? Nah... "I love you so much that I want to die directly on you..." Andy lies in Ivana's ear and talks the honeyed words that make her feel hot. Ivana's eyes almost overflowed with Chun water, and her lips trembled slightly and said softly, "Andy, I miss you so much..." He reached out a little cool soft hand and stroked Andy's cheek. His eyes were full of love and tenderness, which almost melted people. They kissed each other again and hugged each other to death. It seemed that they wanted to rub each other into their bodies. At this moment, Ivana's worries about the reports she had seen were all cleared away. She felt Andy's deep feelings for her and the kind of missing that made her extremely happy. For a long time, Ivana was red and pretty, lying in Andy's arms, tightly hugged by him, and went to Andy's car and got on.
