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The media is an invisible knife and a talking gun. They play different roles in different hands.
The newspaper industry has been in recession for a long time, and the newspaper leaders are not ready to meet the challenges of the Internet. It is conceivable that a group of elderly people who have already stepped into the coffin are seeking stability and stinginess. They pay too much attention to the cost investment, which will gradually lose the influence of their own products.
Andy stepped on the media to hold a knife and a gun, and didn't care about the global influence of the $10 million annual loss and 4 million subscriptions. That's a scum.
In addition, as long as the acquisition of Newsweek is completed and the resources of the two newspapers are integrated, he can set up a news portal one step ahead of time, and then launch a mobile news app to push news from the mobile client to seize the U.S. market.
He even thought of his name, which was today's headline.
Andy sits in the office, writing hard to list all the contents and patterns of the news portal in his memory and make a modular structure chart.
At the same time, a black Mercedes Benz S600 and two business cars parked on the square in front of the building outside the 80 story office building where Newsweek's newspaper is located.
Alvertrie stepped down from the Mercedes Benz, tugged at the hem of his suit with both hands, looked up at the shape of the minaret in front of him, the four square high-rise building. If you look at it from a high altitude, you can see the billboard with the English name of Newsweek at the waist of the minaret.
Al stood at the front, followed by eight suits and neckties, vigorous Jing Ying, all of whom were financial and legal talents, three of whom were from think tanks, and the remaining five were drawn from Gaia.
"Remember what I told you before. Let's go up!" With that, Al walked into the building with his head held high, followed by eight people with their briefcases.
"Ding..."
When the elevator door opened, Al's group attracted the attention and curiosity of the people on the floor where the newspaper office is located. Looking at the dress and image of these people, we can see that they come from Wall Street. Compared with this kind of Jing Ying dress, there are the most, the shiny back, the folded handkerchief in the upper pocket of the suit...
The front desk lady saw that Al's party had left, one with a sweet smile greeting, the other with a phone call.
Soon out of the newspaper came Jon Mitcham.
"Hello, I'm Jon Mitcham. Welcome."
"Hello, I'm alvette, thank you."
The two shook hands and introduced themselves, ignoring the staff who had been peeking around. Jon then said, "please, everything is ready in the meeting room."
"Thank you." Al nodded, followed Jon with his men, and walked into the meeting room through the busy office hall with a bit of wind under the curious gaze of the newspaper staff.
"What do these people come from?"
"I don't know, but I look like the wall street people."
"How did the newspaper find the investment?"
"Ha ~ don't be kidding. The wall street gang will invest in newspapers?"
。。。。。。
Looking at the passer-by entering the conference room, the staff of the weekly newspaper all spoke in a low voice, but some of the management knew what the situation was, but the details were not very clear.
At about 4 p.m., Andy received Ivana's call, gathered the papers scattered on the desk together, put them in the bag, took off the suit from the hanger, put on the coat, walked out of the office, saw his little assistant was folding his hands in front of him, and stood at his desk absently.
"Well? How is your TV play doing? "
"It's just a guest role. It's finished early..." Torry's eyes were a little grumpy. She also knew that the devil's girlfriend had come back. She had no time to talk to her these days.
"Well, let's get off work early..." Then he turned and took his bodyguard to the elevator.
Tori sat on his seat a little dejected and sighed. This morning's newspaper also read it. If you don't envy it, it's a fake. Jewelry is only the second thing. The main thing is that the great devil loves Ivana. Unfortunately, she knows why she exists and has imagined some scenes. But she knows her position very well. She's not a fool , some things are not what she should think at all.
Andy comes back home and sees the living room getting messy again. Five professionals are busy around Ivana in a white bathrobe.
"Honey, you're back." Ivana craned her neck, puckered up her red lips and waited for a kiss. Andy shook his head and smiled. He didn't even take off his coat. He went forward and gave the kiss.
For the elder sister, who is several years older than herself, she likes to play coquetry on her own more and more. Andy can only indulge in it. After all, Ivana is such a character. In addition to showing her strong and capable at work, she wants to show Andy her soft and gentle side at other times.When Andy comes out of the bath, the maid has made some food for him. The reason why he doesn't like wine parties and dinners, especially those held by the rich in the upper east area of Manhattan in New York City, is not only that he needs to remember a lot of names and family backgrounds, but also that he can talk with a smile in disguise. Besides, NIMA has nothing to eat and can only drink a belly of red wine and champagne.
"Honey, give me a piece of veal..."
Andy inserts a piece of tender veal with a fork, goes out of the dining room, arrives at Ivana, who can only sit on the seat honestly, and is manipulated by the makeup artist, stylist and manicurist, and delivers the beef to her red lip.
"Thank you. Can I have a red wine?"
Andy's face, which he knew you would say, stretched out another hand from behind, raised his eyebrows, and handed the red wine cup to her lips.
"Cluck..." Ivana smiled like a crescent moon, the long eyelashes that had been painted blinked, his lips attached to the glass, Andy slightly raised his hand, let her drink red wine.
After serving Ivana, who was a bit sticky, Andy went back to the restaurant to eat his dinner.
"Ivana, the love between you two is really enviable. It's really a perfect match." The manicure division was helping her brush her nail polish, and sighed across the mask.
"Cluck, thank you." Ivana smiles like a flower. She likes to be envied by others and shows her happiness to others. She wants to let the American people know how sweet and happy her love is.
Andy holds Ivana's arm in his hands from behind and looks at a white evening dress in the mirror. The black waist belt is tied with a big black bow behind him. It's similar to the kimono in the foot basin. The black streamer is lowered to the fishtail mop.
"Perfect, amazing! It's really beautiful. You will be the only princess at the evening party! " Andy lowers his head and sniffs on her long, white pink neck, kissing sometimes.
Ivana's face is red and her neck is high. Her eyes are closed tightly. Her lips and nose make a light hum of intoxication. Her neck is long and sensitive, which can't resist Andy's provocation.
Suddenly open your eyes, turn around, petulant light beat Andy's chest, "don't make a fool of yourself, we should go!"
Andy turned his mouth and said, "I just kissed you a few times. You're just enjoying yourself. Instead, I'm joking..."
Ivana put out her hand to cover Andy's mouth and tried to make fun of her. Her eyes were full of shame and anger. She threatened to say: "no! Just let you sleep on the sofa! "
Andy stares at Ivana with a proud expression, opens her jade hand and asks in surprise, "how do you..."
"Cluck, aunt Wan Qing told me Looking at Ivana, who was very happy and cunning, Andy's forehead came out with a black line and pretended to be indifferent. "What else did she tell you?"
"Cluck, there are still a few, Auntie said that those can not play a very good role for you, such as not cooking and washing clothes for you, let you do housework, brush your cards, and do not give pocket money, these are useless, only let you sleep on the sofa can play a role!"
"Cough..." Andy can only say that it's very Chinese. Fortunately, his mother is also an ABC. He doesn't know the real skills of Chinese women.
Iron general, merciless water, kneeling washboard, bit poke, lion roar, heart wrenching, copper teeth biting, wind wheel grabbing, merciless beating, laying on the floor!
What feminism is in the west? Bah! Women's rights in China!
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The media is an invisible knife and a talking gun. They play different roles in different hands.
The newspaper industry has been in recession for a long time, and the newspaper leaders are not ready to meet the challenges of the Internet. It is conceivable that a group of elderly people who have already stepped into the coffin are seeking stability and stinginess. They pay too much attention to the cost investment, which will gradually lose the influence of their own products.
Andy stepped on the media to hold a knife and a gun, and didn't care about the global influence of the $10 million annual loss and 4 million subscriptions. That's a scum.
In addition, as long as the acquisition of Newsweek is completed and the resources of the two newspapers are integrated, he can set up a news portal one step ahead of time, and then launch a mobile news app to push news from the mobile client to seize the U.S. market.
He even thought of his name, which was today's headline.
Andy sits in the office, writing hard to list all the contents and patterns of the news portal in his memory and make a modular structure chart.
At the same time, a black Mercedes Benz S600 and two business cars parked on the square in front of the building outside the 80 story office building where Newsweek's newspaper is located.
Alvertrie stepped down from the Mercedes Benz, tugged at the hem of his suit with both hands, looked up at the shape of the minaret in front of him, the four square high-rise building. If you look at it from a high altitude, you can see the billboard with the English name of Newsweek at the waist of the minaret.
Al stood at the front, followed by eight suits and neckties, vigorous Jing Ying, all of whom were financial and legal talents, three of whom were from think tanks, and the remaining five were drawn from Gaia.
"Remember what I told you before. Let's go up!" With that, Al walked into the building with his head held high, followed by eight people with their briefcases.
"Ding..."
When the elevator door opened, Al's group attracted the attention and curiosity of the people on the floor where the newspaper office is located. Looking at the dress and image of these people, we can see that they come from Wall Street. Compared with this kind of Jing Ying dress, there are the most, the shiny back, the folded handkerchief in the upper pocket of the suit...
The front desk lady saw that Al's party had left, one with a sweet smile greeting, the other with a phone call.
Soon out of the newspaper came Jon Mitcham.
"Hello, I'm Jon Mitcham. Welcome."
"Hello, I'm alvette, thank you."
The two shook hands and introduced themselves, ignoring the staff who had been peeking around. Jon then said, "please, everything is ready in the meeting room."
"Thank you." Al nodded, followed Jon with his men, and walked into the meeting room through the busy office hall with a bit of wind under the curious gaze of the newspaper staff.
"What do these people come from?"
"I don't know, but I look like the wall street people."
"How did the newspaper find the investment?"
"Ha ~ don't be kidding. The wall street gang will invest in newspapers?"
。。。。。。
Looking at the passer-by entering the conference room, the staff of the weekly newspaper all spoke in a low voice, but some of the management knew what the situation was, but the details were not very clear.
At about 4 p.m., Andy received Ivana's call, gathered the papers scattered on the desk together, put them in the bag, took off the suit from the hanger, put on the coat, walked out of the office, saw his little assistant was folding his hands in front of him, and stood at his desk absently.
"Well? How is your TV play doing? "
"It's just a guest role. It's finished early..." Torry's eyes were a little grumpy. She also knew that the devil's girlfriend had come back. She had no time to talk to her these days.
"Well, let's get off work early..." Then he turned and took his bodyguard to the elevator.
Tori sat on his seat a little dejected and sighed. This morning's newspaper also read it. If you don't envy it, it's a fake. Jewelry is only the second thing. The main thing is that the great devil loves Ivana. Unfortunately, she knows why she exists and has imagined some scenes. But she knows her position very well. She's not a fool , some things are not what she should think at all.
Andy comes back home and sees the living room getting messy again. Five professionals are busy around Ivana in a white bathrobe.
"Honey, you're back." Ivana craned her neck, puckered up her red lips and waited for a kiss. Andy shook his head and smiled. He didn't even take off his coat. He went forward and gave the kiss.
For the elder sister, who is several years older than herself, she likes to play coquetry on her own more and more. Andy can only indulge in it. After all, Ivana is such a character. In addition to showing her strong and capable at work, she wants to show Andy her soft and gentle side at other times.When Andy comes out of the bath, the maid has made some food for him. The reason why he doesn't like wine parties and dinners, especially those held by the rich in the upper east area of Manhattan in New York City, is not only that he needs to remember a lot of names and family backgrounds, but also that he can talk with a smile in disguise. Besides, NIMA has nothing to eat and can only drink a belly of red wine and champagne.
"Honey, give me a piece of veal..."
Andy inserts a piece of tender veal with a fork, goes out of the dining room, arrives at Ivana, who can only sit on the seat honestly, and is manipulated by the makeup artist, stylist and manicurist, and delivers the beef to her red lip.
"Thank you. Can I have a red wine?"
Andy's face, which he knew you would say, stretched out another hand from behind, raised his eyebrows, and handed the red wine cup to her lips.
"Cluck..." Ivana smiled like a crescent moon, the long eyelashes that had been painted blinked, his lips attached to the glass, Andy slightly raised his hand, let her drink red wine.
After serving Ivana, who was a bit sticky, Andy went back to the restaurant to eat his dinner.
"Ivana, the love between you two is really enviable. It's really a perfect match." The manicure division was helping her brush her nail polish, and sighed across the mask.
"Cluck, thank you." Ivana smiles like a flower. She likes to be envied by others and shows her happiness to others. She wants to let the American people know how sweet and happy her love is.
Andy holds Ivana's arm in his hands from behind and looks at a white evening dress in the mirror. The black waist belt is tied with a big black bow behind him. It's similar to the kimono in the foot basin. The black streamer is lowered to the fishtail mop.
"Perfect, amazing! It's really beautiful. You will be the only princess at the evening party! " Andy lowers his head and sniffs on her long, white pink neck, kissing sometimes.
Ivana's face is red and her neck is high. Her eyes are closed tightly. Her lips and nose make a light hum of intoxication. Her neck is long and sensitive, which can't resist Andy's provocation.
Suddenly open your eyes, turn around, petulant light beat Andy's chest, "don't make a fool of yourself, we should go!"
Andy turned his mouth and said, "I just kissed you a few times. You're just enjoying yourself. Instead, I'm joking..."
Ivana put out her hand to cover Andy's mouth and tried to make fun of her. Her eyes were full of shame and anger. She threatened to say: "no! Just let you sleep on the sofa! "
Andy stares at Ivana with a proud expression, opens her jade hand and asks in surprise, "how do you..."
"Cluck, aunt Wan Qing told me Looking at Ivana, who was very happy and cunning, Andy's forehead came out with a black line and pretended to be indifferent. "What else did she tell you?"
"Cluck, there are still a few, Auntie said that those can not play a very good role for you, such as not cooking and washing clothes for you, let you do housework, brush your cards, and do not give pocket money, these are useless, only let you sleep on the sofa can play a role!"
"Cough..." Andy can only say that it's very Chinese. Fortunately, his mother is also an ABC. He doesn't know the real skills of Chinese women.
Iron general, merciless water, kneeling washboard, bit poke, lion roar, heart wrenching, copper teeth biting, wind wheel grabbing, merciless beating, laying on the floor!
What feminism is in the west? Bah! Women's rights in China!
The media is an invisible knife and a talking gun. They play different roles in different hands. The newspaper industry has been in recession for a long time, and the newspaper leaders are not ready to meet the challenges of the Internet. It is conceivable that a group of elderly people who have already stepped into the coffin are seeking stability and stinginess. They pay too much attention to the cost investment, which will gradually lose the influence of their own products. Andy stepped on the media to hold a knife and a gun, and didn't care about the global influence of the $10 million annual loss and 4 million subscriptions. That's a scum. In addition, as long as the acquisition of Newsweek is completed and the resources of the two newspapers are integrated, he can set up a news portal one step ahead of time, and then launch a mobile news app to push news from the mobile client to seize the U.S. market. He even thought of his name, which was today's headline. Andy sits in the office, writing hard to list all the contents and patterns of the news portal in his memory and make a modular structure chart. At the same time, a black Mercedes Benz S600 and two business cars parked on the square in front of the building outside the 80 story office building where Newsweek's newspaper is located. Alvertrie stepped down from the Mercedes Benz, tugged at the hem of his suit with both hands, looked up at the shape of the minaret in front of him, the four square high-rise building. If you look at it from a high altitude, you can see the billboard with the English name of Newsweek at the waist of the minaret. Al stood at the front, followed by eight suits and neckties, vigorous Jing Ying, all of whom were financial and legal talents, three of whom were from think tanks, and the remaining five were drawn from Gaia. "Remember what I told you before. Let's go up!" With that, Al walked into the building with his head held high, followed by eight people with their briefcases. "Ding..." When the elevator door opened, Al's group attracted the attention and curiosity of the people on the floor where the newspaper office is located. Looking at the dress and image of these people, we can see that they come from Wall Street. Compared with this kind of Jing Ying dress, there are the most, the shiny back, the folded handkerchief in the upper pocket of the suit... The front desk lady saw that Al's party had left, one with a sweet smile greeting, the other with a phone call. Soon out of the newspaper came Jon Mitcham. "Hello, I'm Jon Mitcham. Welcome." "Hello, I'm alvette, thank you." The two shook hands and introduced themselves, ignoring the staff who had been peeking around. Jon then said, "please, everything is ready in the meeting room." "Thank you." Al nodded, followed Jon with his men, and walked into the meeting room through the busy office hall with a bit of wind under the curious gaze of the newspaper staff. "What do these people come from?" "I don't know, but I look like the wall street people." "How did the newspaper find the investment?" "Ha ~ don't be kidding. The wall street gang will invest in newspapers?" Looking at the passer-by entering the conference room, the staff of the weekly newspaper all spoke in a low voice, but some of the management knew what the situation was, but the details were not very clear. At about 4 p.m., Andy received Ivana's call, gathered the papers scattered on the desk together, put them in the bag, took off the suit from the hanger, put on the coat, walked out of the office, saw his little assistant was folding his hands in front of him, and stood at his desk absently. "Well? How is your TV play doing? " "It's just a guest role. It's finished early..." Torry's eyes were a little grumpy. She also knew that the devil's girlfriend had come back. She had no time to talk to her these days. "Well, let's get off work early..." Then he turned and took his bodyguard to the elevator. Tori sat on his seat a little dejected and sighed. This morning's newspaper also read it. If you don't envy it, it's a fake. Jewelry is only the second thing. The main thing is that the great devil loves Ivana. Unfortunately, she knows why she exists and has imagined some scenes. But she knows her position very well. She's not a fool , some things are not what she should think at all. Andy comes back home and sees the living room getting messy again. Five professionals are busy around Ivana in a white bathrobe. "Honey, you're back." Ivana craned her neck, puckered up her red lips and waited for a kiss. Andy shook his head and smiled. He didn't even take off his coat. He went forward and gave the kiss. For the elder sister, who is several years older than herself, she likes to play coquetry on her own more and more. Andy can only indulge in it. After all, Ivana is such a character. In addition to showing her strong and capable at work, she wants to show Andy her soft and gentle side at other times.When Andy comes out of the bath, the maid has made some food for him. The reason why he doesn't like wine parties and dinners, especially those held by the rich in the upper east area of Manhattan in New York City, is not only that he needs to remember a lot of names and family backgrounds, but also that he can talk with a smile in disguise. Besides, NIMA has nothing to eat and can only drink a belly of red wine and champagne. "Honey, give me a piece of veal..." Andy inserts a piece of tender veal with a fork, goes out of the dining room, arrives at Ivana, who can only sit on the seat honestly, and is manipulated by the makeup artist, stylist and manicurist, and delivers the beef to her red lip. "Thank you. Can I have a red wine?" Andy's face, which he knew you would say, stretched out another hand from behind, raised his eyebrows, and handed the red wine cup to her lips. "Cluck..." Ivana smiled like a crescent moon, the long eyelashes that had been painted blinked, his lips attached to the glass, Andy slightly raised his hand, let her drink red wine. After serving Ivana, who was a bit sticky, Andy went back to the restaurant to eat his dinner. "Ivana, the love between you two is really enviable. It's really a perfect match." The manicure division was helping her brush her nail polish, and sighed across the mask. "Cluck, thank you." Ivana smiles like a flower. She likes to be envied by others and shows her happiness to others. She wants to let the American people know how sweet and happy her love is. Andy holds Ivana's arm in his hands from behind and looks at a white evening dress in the mirror. The black waist belt is tied with a big black bow behind him. It's similar to the kimono in the foot basin. The black streamer is lowered to the fishtail mop. "Perfect, amazing! It's really beautiful. You will be the only princess at the evening party! " Andy lowers his head and sniffs on her long, white pink neck, kissing sometimes. Ivana's face is red and her neck is high. Her eyes are closed tightly. Her lips and nose make a light hum of intoxication. Her neck is long and sensitive, which can't resist Andy's provocation. Suddenly open your eyes, turn around, petulant light beat Andy's chest, "don't make a fool of yourself, we should go!" Andy turned his mouth and said, "I just kissed you a few times. You're just enjoying yourself. Instead, I'm joking..." Ivana put out her hand to cover Andy's mouth and tried to make fun of her. Her eyes were full of shame and anger. She threatened to say: "no! Just let you sleep on the sofa! " Andy stares at Ivana with a proud expression, opens her jade hand and asks in surprise, "how do you..." "Cluck, aunt Wan Qing told me Looking at Ivana, who was very happy and cunning, Andy's forehead came out with a black line and pretended to be indifferent. "What else did she tell you?" "Cluck, there are still a few, Auntie said that those can not play a very good role for you, such as not cooking and washing clothes for you, let you do housework, brush your cards, and do not give pocket money, these are useless, only let you sleep on the sofa can play a role!" "Cough..." Andy can only say that it's very Chinese. Fortunately, his mother is also an ABC. He doesn't know the real skills of Chinese women. Iron general, merciless water, kneeling washboard, bit poke, lion roar, heart wrenching, copper teeth biting, wind wheel grabbing, merciless beating, laying on the floor! What feminism is in the west? Bah! Women's rights in China!
