American Fortune Life

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Alston, who was almost choked to death by the beef in his mouth, coughed violently, picked up the red wine on the table and drank it in one gulp, his flushed face was still shocked, and he looked at Old Smith in disbelief.

Grandma Andy and Li Wanqing also looked at Andy with wide eyes.

Ivana looked at everyone's reactions mischievously and suppressed her giggles, especially Mr. Alston, who spent the whole night showing off his achievements in Washington with his son. That arrogant look is really interesting .

Now completely shocked by Andy's news, he glared at his son angrily, lowered his voice and asked again: "You brat, are you kidding me?"

Andy lifted his chin proudly, and said lightly: "The purchase contract will be signed tomorrow morning, and then a press conference will be held. The news of the $1 purchase of "Newsweek" will soon spread throughout the United States, and it will spread all over the United States tomorrow. The whole world!"

"Ah..." Covering her cherry lips, Li Wanqing blushed in embarrassment, stretched out her hands to hold the cheeks of her son beside her, and squeezed them hard, causing Andy's face to deform, "Baby son , you are too powerful!"

"Oh...Mom, you, let go, it's embarrassing!" Andy hurriedly put down the knife and fork, reaching out to stop his mother from ravaging his cheeks.

Old Smith glanced helplessly at his daughter-in-law, but what his grandson did was indeed worthy of everyone's joy and excitement.

Newsweek! The golden media in the golden age of paper media once presented those in-depth reports that changed the direction of American politics, deeply affecting generations of Americans.

It is such a newspaper with great influence in the United States and the world that is about to be controlled by this handsome young child in front of him, and this child is the grandson of his old Smith, which really makes him feel very relieved.

As a university professor and scholar, Andy's grandma understands the value and significance of "Newsweek" better than others.

For a long time, "Newsweek" has been the exporter and producer of American values. The more she understands it, the more excited she will be, which made her more happy and excited than when her grandson bought the "New York Observer", which is of great significance.

Stretching out a hand that was trembling because of excitement, he held Andy's hand tightly, with a very loving smile on his face, patted the back of his hand and said, "Okay, kid, well done!"

Andy looked at the excited expression on his grandma's face, and couldn't help showing a happy smile. He knew that his family members would be shocked and happy when they heard the news, but he didn't expect his grandma to become emotional because of it.

The wrinkles on his face stretched out, he picked up the wine glass, drank the red wine in one gulp, held Andy's hand tightly, squinted his eyes slightly, as if recalling memories.

"That was in 1963, when I was 28 years old, I just gave birth to your father, I remember it very clearly, it moved 40 reporters, interviewed more than 1200 blacks, published a special issue "Blacks in America", focusing on blacks in America He complained about the apartheid system, sparking civil rights whirlwind across the country, and led to the enactment of the "Civil Rights Act" by the US Congress in 1964.

In 1967, it was its report "Dasu's Thanksgiving" and the photos of the corpses of the US military accompanying the article, which made the mainstream American public realize for the first time that the Vietnam War was a disastrous failure. . . . . . "

The whole family listened quietly to Andy's grandma talking about the news reports that "Newsweek" had caused huge repercussions in her memory. It was like turning over a historical scroll, telling about the collapse and re-formation of the entire value concept due to the war. of the age.

Many beliefs crumble,

Lots and lots of fresh values ​​emerge, full of chaos and change.

At that time, Newsweek was an important producer and propagandist of American values, and the meaning that this magazine represented was the source of values ​​for generations.

When Grandma Andy left the restaurant, she was a little drunk, holding Old Smith's arm and smiling happily.

. . . . . .

On the luxurious and soft big bed, the sheets were rubbed by Ivana's jade hands and torn by her white teeth. The perfect and plump body was lying on the bed and panting violently.

Andy gently pulled the quilt to help her cover, stretched out his hand to push away the golden hair that was wet and sticky on her cheeks, revealing Ivana's flushed face, dazed gaze and heavy snort, letting Andy know that she Still haven't recovered from the previous joy.

"Um--"

With a coquettish cry, Ivana supported her delicate body with her arms, and the blood-swelling round peaks hung upside down, pressing on Andy's body, and her ruddy pretty face was pressed against his broad and strong chest superior.

Andy stretched out his hand to pinch the coquettish Ivana's chin, making her look up at him obediently, and asked softly, "Are you happy?"

"Um..."

Smiling, Andy held Ivana in his arms tightly, comforting her gently, enjoying this extremely relaxing state.

Andy, who closed his eyes slightly, unconsciously thought of the memories his grandma said in the restaurant tonight. Feelings have nothing to do with national boundaries, skin color and gender. Just like that year's Spring Festival Gala, the gathering of the Little Tigers caused so many tears from the post-80s. Perhaps it was because of that moment that they realized that the children of the year now had their own children, and it was the first time they lamented the changes of the years. . .

When Andy returned to his thoughts, he felt the even breathing of Ivana in his arms. He couldn't help but chuckled softly. He stretched out his hand and pressed the switch beside the bed. The light went out, leaving only a dim lamp on the dressing table. He moved his body down, reached out and pulled the quilt over the two of them, and slowly closed his eyes.

As the city with the most traffic jam in the United States, the morning in Washington can be said to be very noisy, because the cp international hotel is located at the crossroads of the main road. Material with excellent sound insulation effect.

When Andy woke up, the fiery tender body in his arms was no longer there. He sat up from the bed and stretched his waist greatly. Perfect, after all, Andy doesn't want to have ugly lumps and tendons all over his body.

He picked up his nightgown from the chair beside him, put it on, tied his belt tightly, and walked out of the bedroom barefoot.

The eye-catching scene made Andy hesitate slightly. Under the bright sunshine, the golden long hair shone brightly. Ivana was wearing Andy's big shirt, which covered her butt. She had a pair of tall and straight big His long legs were exposed, and he was ironing the creases of his new shirt on the ironing table unfolded by the French window.

After watching her raise one leg, she scratched the calf of the other long leg with her toes with red nails, and then continued to carefully iron the shirt.

Andy couldn't help feeling warm, and slowly walked forward, hugged her delicate body from behind, and kissed her on the cheek.

"You wake up, go wash up first, it will be fine in a while, when I prepared the clothes for you, I found that the creases of the new shirt are a bit obvious, this will affect the shape of the clothes, I..."

Andy looked at the pretty face with a sweet smile, and pressed his chin on her shoulder. Feeling Ivana's tenderness, he couldn't help but put his face on her pink neck.

"Heck...don't make trouble, go wash up, breakfast will be delivered in a while, today's business is very important!" Ivana was struggling with Andy's coquettish smile, the jet iron in her hand creaked Spraying steam.

Andy was worried about the iron in Ivana's hand, so he didn't dare to make too much noise, so he had to move his mouth away from her slender pink neck. Ivana gave him a charming white look and continued to iron.

Seeing that she ignored him, Andy had no choice but to calmly walk into the bathroom and start to take a shower. After all, he went to sleep after having sex last night. Although he cleaned it up with a wet tissue, he was definitely uncomfortable.

After breakfast, Andy looked down helplessly at Ivana, who was helping him choose a tie and nagging non-stop. She had been struggling with a tie for ten minutes.

"It's still red, which will make you feel more credible to the reporters present. Blue represents authority, which will make you look a little young and vigorous, not good..."

As he said that, he threw the blue striped tie in his hand aside, and put it around the neck of Andy who bowed his head helplessly with a red dark spot tie.

"By the way, there are cufflinks for the shirt..." Ivana, who had tied on her tie, picked up an open jewelry box from the table beside her. Inside was a pair of square platinum inlaid sapphire cufflinks in the shape of a chocolate plate.

"Raise your hand!"

Andy raised his hand, watched as Ivana helped him, turned his back and stretched out his arms, and with her help, put on a slim tailored suit.

Looking at the tall, tall, handsome Andy in the mirror, Ivana patted his butt playfully twice in satisfaction.

"Perfect!"