Chapter 393 (1/2)

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? ”