US DC, Washington Post Building.

In the spacious and bright conference room, Kay Graham, the eldest son of the legendary woman, Donald, then CEO of the Washington Post, Kay's daughter Larry Weymouth, editor-in-chief Leonard Downey Jr., and Katherine Weymouth, granddaughter Kay, who has been preparing to take over the family newspaper internship, sitting at the conference table, listening to Jon Micham's work report on the monitor.

However, the serious expression on everyone present made Jon Micham, who was in New York, feel a little depressed, and the bitterness in his heart is even more difficult to understand.

"Thank you, Jon, your work is perfect. Then, let's talk about it next..." The ceo of the Post Donald turned his attention to his niece, Catherine.

Jon looked at the capable woman in the video wearing a white ol suit, golden shawl, and about thirties and forties. As the next CEO of the Post Company, she has begun to take over the company's decision in full swing.

"Jon, after a while, the company will arrange for an associate editor to go to the weekly magazine. You should help him understand the situation of the weekly magazine as much as possible..."

Jon Micham's head buzzed and fell into astonishment. The expression on his face was a little dull, causing the Post's eO Donald to wave his hand to interrupt Catherine who was still chattering.

"Jon, you know, the newspaper market is shrinking sharply now, and News Weekly has been losing money for two consecutive years, with the amount already 13 million. In the next three years, this amount may increase to 50 million. The company cannot continue to transfusion blood to the weekly. And three years later is the bank repayment period, and the company's board of directors decided to find a new owner for News Weekly."

Jon Micham's lips trembled slightly. After taking a deep breath, an ugly smile appeared on his face and asked, "Chairman, can I know who next ten?"

"Of course, my mother's good friend, American electronics giant Sidney Harman."

Jon couldn't help but smile bitterly. Is it really him? He stared at his own chairman, "Chairman, how much is Mr. Harman willing to pay for the weekly magazine?"

"Ha~" Leonard Downey, the editor-in-chief of the Post, who made a strange sound, stared at the pen playing with his hands, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth. Anyone with a discerning eye could see the sarcasm.

He raised his head and looked at everyone looking at him. Leonard didn't seem to care about Jon's gaze in the video, and said lightly: "Jon, you know the situation of the weekly magazine better than anyone else. It is already rare for someone to be willing to bear the debt. The deputy editor-in-chief sent to the weekly magazine this time was sent by Mr. Harman to be familiar with the situation. Mr. Harman promised to retain most of the management team, but layoffs are necessary. I hope you can cooperate with the contact between the other party and the union."

"You..." Jon looked at the other party's smug and contemptuous face, and his whole body trembled slightly. If he could kill people through the screen with his eyes, Leonard would have been pierced by thousands of arrows.

"Okay!" eo Donald stopped while wiping his glasses, interrupted coldly, put on his glasses again, glanced at his confidant Leonard, and turned his eyes to Jon on the monitor.

"Jon, you know, there is no way to do this. Now the economic environment and the newspaper market are in a bad state. The debt of the weekly magazine is not a small number. Mr. Harman is willing to take over it. It is because of the friendship between our two families that he is willing to bear all the debts. As for you, you have two choices. One is to continue to serve as the editor-in-chief of the weekly magazine, and the other is to transfer back to the headquarters."

Jon Micham's heart was really cold. The fate of the weekly magazine being thrown away like garbage seemed to be difficult to change. Seeing the sarcastic smile on the corner of his lord Leonard's mouth, he looked at Ms. Larry, who had been silent all the time, only the young Catherine shook her head slightly.

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Jon Micham gritted his teeth secretly, looked ahead with a firm look, and said to Donald: "Chairman, Mr. Harman is over 80 years old this year. I don't think this is a good candidate. If I just bear the full debt, I have a better candidate here. I don't know if the chairman is interested in listening!"

Little Leonard, who was already a little proud, changed slightly. Just as he was about to stop Jon from continuing, he heard a delicate female voice: "Oh? Anyone else is interested in the weekly magazine? Who is it?"

"Andy Smith, a genius writer, billionaire, publishing upstart, Elephant Party Whip Mr. Smith's grandson!"...

"Ah Yeh!"

Andy held the bright red rose in his hand. As soon as he got off the car, he sneezes, reached out and rubbed his nose, muttered a few unhappy words, and quickly walked into the private apron of Kennedy Airport.

Watching the plane not far away slowly gliding and stopping, the ladder car was in place, the cabin door opened, a long golden hair was flying in the cold wind, a beautiful face was wearing a pair of large sunglasses, a blue cashmere coat with a pair of golden buttons, a pair of slender and fair legs were exposed, pink-top black-headed five-point heels, a white bag, a corner of the mouth was curled upward, a happy smile on his face, and a particularly distinctive red lips and teeth, Ivana stood on the ladder and waved to Andy below.

"Welcome home, my dear!" Andy greeted him with a charming smile, reached out to hold Ivana who was carefully walking down the stairs, and gave him a rose.

"Thank you, my dear, the flowers are beautiful..." Ivana, who smiled extremely sweetly, took the red rose, held Andy's hand, and stared at her lover with tenderness in her eyes and exclaimed. Unfortunately, before she finished speaking, she was pulled into her arms, her red lips were covered, and then her lips and tongue were entangled together frantically.

Ivana grabbed the rose, wrapped her arms around Andy's neck, raised her toes, closed her eyes, and felt her boyfriend's passionate kiss.

“Huhu…”

Her fair pretty face turned red, her eyes were blurred, and she was breathing in big mouthfuls. The deep kiss just now almost suffocated her.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, my dear, you're much more plump again!" Andy narrowed his eyes slightly, whispered in Ivana's ear, who was still intoxicated by the confusion.

"Hate..." Ivana returned to the clear light, lay in Andy's arms, and pounded his chest with a little shame and annoyed, and said coquettishly, but she was still muttering worriedly, could I be fat again? No...

"I love your plump body so much, I want to be exhausted from you..."

Andy lay in Ivana's ear as if no one was around and said a honey word that made her heart full of excitement.

Ivana's beautiful eyes almost overflowed with water, and Hongyan's lips trembled slightly and said softly: "Andy, I miss you very much..."

As he said that, he stretched out a little cool soft little hand and gently stroked Andy's cheeks, his eyes full of love and tenderness, which almost melted.

The two kissed each other deeply again, hugging each other tightly, as if they wanted to rub each other into their bodies. At this moment, the worries that arose from the reports Ivana's heart were wiped out. She felt Andy's deep affection for her and the longing that made her extremely happy.

After a long time, Ivana's pretty face turned red and lay in Andy's arms. He hugged her tightly. She walked to Andy's car with a little erratic and got into the car.
Chapter completed!