American Fortune Life

It's just that Andy never thought that when he held back his evil intentions and wanted to plot against others, he would be exposed by the other party first.

"Sue the New York Post directly. See you in court. I'm going to sue it until it goes bankrupt and closes..."

Early in the morning, Andy waved the "New York Post" in his hand angrily, and roared at the chief lawyer on the other end of the phone. With a "snap", he threw the newspaper in his hand on the coffee table, The maids around kept silent and lowered their heads, not daring to look at Andy who was on fire.

The headline on the front page of the slowly unfolding newspaper read "Nursing group of tens of billions of babies: Disinfect before hugging!"

Since the birth of little Joseph, he has become the focus of the most attention in New York. All the media hope to get some news about the heir to the tens of billions of empires, even if it is a blurry photo of Ivana holding him, They can be sold for thousands of dollars, so the commanding heights near the Long Island Manor are occupied by these paparazzi.

I don’t know which link went wrong. Although there are many exaggerations in the content of this report by the New York Post, part of it is true. The insider interviewed by the Post claims to be a bidder for the babysitting group For the losers, although it is not ruled out that some people will violate the confidentiality agreement for profit, but the probability of this is very small. After all, the babysitters around Ivana are all selected by the family.

The content of the newspaper was even more pretentious. Joseph’s baby care team consisted of ten people. Originally, it should be very easy for 10 people to take care of the baby, but the fact is that everyone is very busy. Because there are many rules in wealthy families. . .

Babies cannot leave people's sight for 24 hours, bodyguards, maids and others are not allowed to hold children, and other people must disinfect their bodies before touching children. The first time a child cries, the babysitter on duty must go to appease him immediately, otherwise he will be fined.

It was even revealed that the beef powder used by Ivana and Joseph Jr. was directly transported back from Andy’s ranch in Australia by private jet. The drinking water is pure natural and pollution-free mineral water from Tasmania at the end of the world. . . From this, it can be concluded that the "tens of billions of babies" are difficult to serve.

Even at the end of the report, he mocked the life of a wealthy family in a mocking tone, saying that having money is a peace of mind, giving birth to a child is like giving birth to a toy, and the annoying work of washing diapers and coaxing the child is left to the servant. As long as you can play with the children at ease, you also said to form a babysitting group of 10 people with nannies, bodyguards and nutritionists. Have you considered how to deal with it if one of them wants to have a "Super Sedolon"?

Last but not least, this child is suffering, he doesn't even have the most basic right to cry, and he is in contact with people who have been quarantined and disinfected every day. I am really worried that he will completely lose his resistance when he grows up.

This content seems to be a joke, but any parent would not think it was a joke. How could Andy ignore this kind of 'his heart' report, this time he was really angry up.

"Martin!" After hanging up the phone, Andy shouted with a gloomy face and a cold light in his eyes.

"Boss." Martin walked quickly to Andy with a stern look on his face.

Andy directly grabbed the newspaper on the table, stuffed it into his hand, and said with cold eyes: "I want the information of all the people who handled this report, I believe everyone can feel their full love for me and my family Malicious..."

As he spoke, Andy reached out and patted Martin on the shoulder, lowered his voice, and said in a cold tone: "Find them and send someone to watch them!"

"yes sir!"

"No one can offend me to death,

Without paying the price, no one. . . "Andy stepped on the steps and went upstairs, whispering with a hideous expression.

In the cloakroom, Andy was wearing a well-fitting suit while holding his mobile phone to appease Ivanna who was also angry on the other end of the phone.

"...don't worry honey, I'll take care of it... well, I'll hurry back to New York as soon as possible, wait a minute, there are other calls coming in..."

Andy looked at the caller ID on the other phone, and smiled at Ivana: "Hehe, dear, guess who is calling? Smart, it is indeed Murdoch, okay, let me listen to him first What, I'll call you later."

After hanging up the phone, Andy walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows with the phone still buzzing, watched the rainbows appearing under the fountain of the Petit Versailles Palace, and picked up the phone.

"Good morning, Rupert."

"Good morning Andy, I'm sorry, I just learned about the story in the New York Post, I'm sorry, I've ordered, fired the reporter who wrote this false story, and the editor in charge, this Once again, I would like to express my sincere apologies for the harm caused to you and your family by the reporting..."

"hehe."

When Andy heard Murdoch apologize as soon as he came up, and listened to the remedial measures he made, he was not moved at all, but the sneer in his heart was even worse, "Mr. Murdoch, I also have a newspaper office, don't tell me, the newspaper's The headlines on the front page do not need to be signed and approved by the editor-in-chief of the newspaper! I’m sorry, but I cannot accept your apology. If the apology is useful, why do you need the police? You think so?!”

After finishing speaking, Andy directly hung up the phone without the slightest delay. This time, he wanted to let everyone in the United States and the world know that Andy Smith is not a gentleman to be messed with, but a bastard who will take revenge!

Don't mess with me!

In New York, listening to the busy tone on the receiver, Murdoch frowned on his old face, opened his mouth with a very ugly expression, and slowly hung up the phone.

"Honey, what did he say? Did he accept the apology..." Wendi Murdoch asked with an anxious and ugly expression on the side.

"..." Murdoch frowned and remained silent for a few seconds, then shook his head and sighed, "Get ready for the lawsuit."

"Shet!" Wendy Murdoch said directly, "Is the editor-in-chief of the Post an idiot? How can this kind of report be published? It still uses the headlines. This is not telling everyone that our news group is targeting Ann. Dee Smith? No, I will call Ivana again, this will cause a war between the two media groups..."

"Okay!" Murdoch suddenly shouted and stopped, staring at the somewhat astonished Wendi Murdoch with a sinking face, and said coldly: "It's just a report, and I also express my apologies. Whether he accepts it or not, I have already expressed my attitude. As for the others... I, Murdoch, have never been afraid of anyone!

Even if this is the beginning of a war! "

Wendy Murdoch looked at his elderly husband in nightgown and slowly walking up the stairs, his face was flushed, and he opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

The motorcade stopped in front of the "Los Angeles Times" headquarters building. Andy got out of the car with a cold face and sharp eyes. Because of his appearance, the demonstrators on the opposite street became more and more energetic, holding placards and shouting against Layoffs, strike reporters and editors who oppose the newspaper's policy of increasing external writers, the sneer on the corners of their mouths is getting colder and colder.

Under the protection of many bodyguards, Andy walked into the newspaper building with his head held high, and walked into the elevator amidst the greetings of the employees along the way.

In the newspaper conference room at this time, a monitor was placed on the conference table, facing the first seat of the conference table. Andy walked into the empty conference room, walked to the first seat, and sat on the boss chair.

"Good morning, boss."

"Good morning, boss."

"Boss, good morning!"

 …

On the LCD monitor, the subordinates in a dozen small windows listed at the same time greeted each other, and irregular greetings came from the speakers on the conference table beside them.

Andy nodded lightly, took the microphone on the side and put it in front of him, and said coldly: "This time, our short target is - News Corporation!"