To be honest, Andy still has a lot of concerns about her newspaper breaking out the scandal. After all, Tom, an old frivolous guy who has been struggling in the political arena for decades, would be abnormal if he didn't have any means. The most important thing is that the interests of the money laundering group are too great. "New York Observer" directly overturned the table, cut off many people's financial resources, and made many people unhappy.

Andy wouldn't really foolishly think that the freedom of the press promoted by the US imperialists is nothing bad. Gary's body is not cold. The "Dark League" in 1996 made him offend the CIA and was slandered by the mainstream media in the US at that time, which eventually led to the forced end of his career as a journalist. Just two years ago, in 2004, he committed suicide strangely at home.

Also, Moses, who reported the US JUN scandal last year, was also imprisoned for a long time, and after coming out, he would face bans from the entire industry.

Therefore, the freedom of the press in the US is bullshit. Most of the media are privately owned and manipulated by consortiums and enterprises. The ultimate goal of these giants to run media companies is to maximize their interests. The profit-seeking nature of capital is destined to prevent their news media from being able to get rid of the constraints and constraints of the interests of the capital group in any case. Just like after Murdoch acquired the Times, he required the editorial to listen to the boss and have different opinions. He directly fired the editor-in-chief.

There is also the exchange of interests with Washington, controlling pressure and other influence on the media and its behind-the-scenes bosses, and through media bosses, these practices are sometimes open and sometimes very hidden.

Of course Andy knew about this, after all, his purpose of reporting this scandal was not simple, but also for the benefit of the family.

So he was very concerned about the reaction from Washington and locked in the live broadcast of TV stations in Washington all afternoon.

Sure enough, Tom chose to refute the rumors. Looking at the old man with white hair, he roared loudly with a red face. This was slander. When it was framed, Andy frowned. He knew that trouble was coming.

At night, Auston returned home in a little embarrassed manner, with a look of fatigue. As soon as he entered the door, he said to Andy with a gloomy face: "Tom chose to resist, and the negotiations with your grandfather have collapsed. Now the elephants have lost trust in Tom, but he is very uninterested and may take risks. You should prepare early."

Andy was not nervous after hearing this. After all, a tiger without minions who had lost the overall strength of an elephant, although he could make the final counterattack, he was just a desperate struggle.

Andy sneered and said, "It's nothing more than using some of his trump cards, media whitewashing, and using power to put pressure on the newspaper. It seems that it's going to compete with the FBI."

On the morning of October 2, the weather was no longer important. A team of more than a dozen people got off from several Chevrolet business cars and quickly passed through the front door of the congested building by some reporters, feeling nervous as if black clouds were overwhelming the city.

However, what surprised the pair of black suits was that their arrival did not cause panic among the staff of the New York Observer newspaper. Instead, many cameras were aimed at them and kept pressing the shutter.

"Everyone, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Our editor-in-chief is waiting for you in the conference room." A middle-aged fat man from the Mediterranean said to the two men in black sunglasses who were leading the way with a strange smile on his face.

The two agents couldn't help but feel sank. They looked at each other and followed the fat man to the conference room. The rest of the men in suits quickly scattered around the newspaper lobby, looking at the surrounding newspaper staff silently.

When the door of the conference room was opened, the two sunglasses agents were a little surprised by the situation inside.

Pete Kaplan sat in the middle, and two tall and tough men with cold faces stood beside the wall, sitting on the right hand in a row of straight JING English people with hair that seemed to have waxed hair, looking at them with a smile.

"Please sit down, everyone." Pete Kaplan stood up from the seat with a warm smile on his face, and pointed his hand at the row of seats on his left. He seemed to have no concern for who the other person was, and was as enthusiastic as if he had met a friend.

The agent standing on the left flat head took off his sunglasses, took out his ID from his pocket, and said coldly: "We are the FBI, and we are here for your newspaper to report about Speaker Tom and the money laundering group. I hope Mr. Kaplan can cooperate with our investigation and tell us the relevant evidence and informants who provide clues..."

Pete Kaplan curled his lips, shrugged his shoulders, turned around and smiled and spread his hands at the five well-dressed JING Yings behind him.

One of the middle-aged men with gold-rimmed glasses showed a sneer on the corner of their mouth, walked out of the few, narrowed their eyes and stared at the spoken agent, saying, "I am the chief representative lawyer of the New York Observer team. My client has the right to refuse your request!"

"You..." The leading agent had a constipated expression on his face, knowing that he was not afraid of him at all. Sometimes the FBI is really intimidating to some people, but it is not bullshit to those with strong backgrounds and no crimes. To put it bluntly, the US imperialists are still a money society and a legal country. Rich people play with the rules. It is natural that everyone plays under this framework. If one of them wants to play, everyone is not short of money, and who is afraid of whom.

This time they went out to find trouble for the Observer newspaper and put pressure on the newspaper. Everyone also understood who used the power of these people, but they just ordered the superiors, and they just carried out the orders. But unexpectedly, the newspaper was waiting for them to come to the door, punching the cotton, and causing internal injuries.

"It is related to the money laundering group. We need to obtain conclusive evidence and arrest the suspects. We need to remind you that these evidence clues are very important now and the news needs to be blocked. Once leaked, the suspect will get informed in advance and escape abroad. We will prosecute you for obstructing public affairs!" Another leading agent said indifferently.

The glasses lawyer was so upset that he was about to refute, but Pete Kaplan smiled and waved his hand to stop him, "It's not a solution for everyone to stand like this, so let's sit down first."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to make an appointment, and then sat back in his seat with the lawyers of the lawyers, looking at the two agents who were looking at each other with a smile.

The two leading agents knew that they could not force them to take them away, so they could only walk to the other side and sit down in silence.

Pete Kaplan's expression suddenly turned on his face and said seriously: "Under the Press Freedom Law, our newspaper has the right to protect the informants who provide me with clues. Of course, without endangering national security, this matter will definitely not involve the national security level now. All, sorry, our newspaper refuses your request!"

The two agents' faces turned dark all of a sudden. Before they came, their boss told them to get the evidence and control the informant. Judging from what Pete Kaplan meant, there was nothing to talk about. The two suddenly stood up and began to speak first. The agent reached out to take out a document from his suit pocket, opened it and showed it to Pete, and said coldly: "This is a subpoena document. Now we need Mr. Kaplan and I to go to our headquarters to cooperate in the investigation of the money laundering group case. At the same time, we need to seal all the documents and evidence about this case..."

Pete Kaplan squinted his eyes and looked at the summons in the other party's hand, and looked back at the frown chief lawyer. The other party was about to speak out and refuse to cooperate with the investigation. After all, this is the power of the American citizens.

But at this moment, a triangular telephone on the table in the conference room made a sound, "Peter, you can go with them or give them a piece of evidence, your safety, Kenny and Dolby will guarantee it! Tell him to the deputy editor-in-chief Henry, add a special issue, publish all the documents and evidence about the scandal, and let the newspaper staff work overtime, and see the newspaper tomorrow morning and tell them that the overtime pay is one thousand dollars per person, and the rest of Albert will be handed over to you, follow the legal procedures, and that's it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of hanging up the phone in the phone. The conference room was silent strangely for dozens of seconds. Peter Kaplan first stood up and said, "You have heard it too. I can go to your headquarters with you to cooperate with the investigation, but the news will still be reported tomorrow morning!"

"No, you can't do this..." One of the agents said loudly in anger, but before they finished speaking, they were interrupted by a lawyer named Albert with a sneer. "We can! We have the right to do this!"

"At the same time, my client is just cooperating with your investigation and has the right to remain silent. The evidence has been agreed to give you a copy. You have plenty of time to identify and arrest the suspect. All our newspapers have fulfilled their obligations. We refuse to cooperate with all other unreasonable requests!" Albert sneered and looked at the other party's changing expression and said in a stiff tone.

Two FBI agents looked at each other speechlessly, and they also guessed who the owner of the voice in the phone just now was, Andy Smith, the grandson of the newspaper's youngest billionaire, Smith, the grandson of Smith, the director of the Congressional Appropriations Committee.

Thinking of the old Smith with gray hair and always smiling, the two of them couldn't help but shudder. Damn, if you offend this person, the FBI will really have to eat slack in the future.

Before they came, they had learned about the situation between the newspaper and Andy Smith. They thought they were all fans of the elephant and would never do anything. Maybe there was something to talk about. Now it seems that the water here is a bit deep. Andy Smith ignored their intentions at all, and directly raised the table and angrily criticized them. This was the rhythm of completely pulling Tom off and burying him alive.
Chapter completed!