Chapter 1556: Meeting Jacqueline by Chance

"The navy and I didn't intend to pay attention to the false reports that appeared in the media recently." Sullivan glanced down with a smile.

In the press box below, he saw many unfriendly looks.

Sullivan turned a blind eye to this, and continued: "Qian is a senior talent who has the highest authority and participates in national defense and military affairs."

"At the same time, he is one of the important participants in the military's top secret project. His existence is strategic enough to involve national security."

"According to the confidentiality agreement, we can take all actions if the military believes that he may threaten the security of the United States and cause hidden dangers."

These words immediately ignited the scene, "Mr. Minister, what is the military's top secret project you are talking about?"

"Your Excellency, why does this highest-level confidential project allow a foreigner to join? Does it mean that his talent surpasses that of other Americans and cannot be replaced?"

"Minister, may I ask if this plan is related to the Peninsula Campaign?"

"Is it for the spread of redism against the Far East?"

All kinds of questions emerged one after another, and some questions were very sharp for Sullivan, but he showed a satisfied smile.

Because from this moment on, no one paid any attention to the yellow monkey he put in the cage, even if it was a monkey smart enough to threaten national security.

Sullivan only dared to think about such a clearly discriminatory statement.

"Next, my assistant, Sergeant Sam, will answer these questions." Sullivan handed over the rest of the trouble to the assistant, and left the venue confidently.

It's just that he seems to have forgotten that if a piece of news fails to pass the review of the editor-in-chief, it cannot be published in any newspaper.

Coincidentally, Sullivan, who represented both the military and the government, invited all reporters from authoritative media.

And most of them belong to Lanc's banner, even if there are a few that don't belong to its banner, they are willing to sell each other's face.

The big news that should have caused quite a stir and aroused people's curiosity and attention just disappeared without a sound.

Not even the slightest splash of water.

Sullivan, who learned of this situation, shot the wall of the office into a sieve, but it couldn't change the facts.

Mastering the power brought by public opinion clearly made him aware of the limitations of the power in his hands at this moment.

If it is on the battlefield, he can easily order to kill the 'enemy. '

But in the 'war' where there was no gunpowder and no blood, he was that weak and helpless clown who was played around at will.

Lanc, Los Angeles News Corporation headquarters building.

In Harry Chandley's office, he just hung up the call with BOSS.

"Sai Ye, please come in." After the secretary came in, Chandley wrote something casually on the note, handed it to her and said, "Choose 29 identical gifts for all the editor-in-chiefs."

"Also match the greeting cards, each with a different thank-you message, and be more sincere." Chandley specifically explained that the thank-you words for each card should be different.

Gifts can be the same, but the heart of representing his sincere gratitude must not be perfunctory.

"Understood, BOSS." Wearing a short denim skirt, white stockings, and transparent open-toed high-heeled shoes, Sai also took the note and turned to leave.

Chandler frowned: "Wait."

"Your attire." Pointing to her attire, Chandley said with a chuckle, "It looks very good. Is there anything special about it?"

Sai also stood in front of the door knowingly, closed the blinds from the inside, and turned around with an open mind.

Although Lanc used his own network, the major newspapers ignored this news that was enough to trigger a new round of public attention and discussion.

But there are still some tabloids who got the news and wanted to take the opportunity to catch the line of the military.

So, they took the initiative to do everything possible to get in touch with Sullivan.

If you can't reach him in person, contact his office.

Or contact his secretary,

Assistants, subordinate offices, non-commissioned officers under him, or the seventh and eighth aunts of non-commissioned officers.

Anyway, I contacted all the relationships I could think of, and the only answer I got was...

There is no answer.

How could Sullivan let these third-rate tabloids spread news on behalf of the military.

Their style has always been grandstanding, without any bottom line.

If one is not careful and they find some gossip or clues, the entire United States will explode tomorrow.

And the one that exploded faster than it could only be Sullivan's own head.

The reporting fell flat, and no one, except for the Navy office that organized the briefing and the reporters who attended, ever knew what happened.

Sullivan now needs to find a new solution to deal with the three-day deadline given to him by the Oval Office.

It seems that time is not enough, because he only has one last day left.

Plus 8 hours for the night.

Just when Sullivan was struggling with this, he began to think about the way out for himself.

If you really want to let him go, how to restrict his freedom, let him stay in the United States forever or find new evidence and put him back in prison.

It is the kind of ironclad evidence that no one can refute!

At the same time, Li Zitao was also enjoying the beauty of the night.

The time at Oak Manor was undoubtedly good, but it lacked the fun that adults should have.

So, this night Li Zitao decided to go out to have some fun.

He's going to New Orleans to find a hot bar and let his excess enthusiasm go.

If there is a girl who is pleasing to the eye, maybe he will politely invite her to have a slime meal.

I believe the other party will not mind. Protein is one of the indispensable nutrients for human beings, and it is very nourishing.

Coincidentally, he really found a pleasing girl in the bar.

And the other party was a familiar face, Jacqueline Bouvier.

"Jacqueline, why are you in New Orleans?" This coincidence was too unexpected.

Traditional, old-fashioned, and conformist New Orleans is not one of the travel routes that young people like and will choose.

At least not now!

"I also want to know the same answer." Jacqueline held a glass of wine and said delicately against his ear.

Li Zitao snapped his fingers at the bartender, pointed to Jacqueline's glass, and raised two more fingers.

"I'll deal with some personal assets, how about you?" Two glasses of the same wine were quickly placed on the table, and Li Zitao pushed one of them in front of her and said, "I invite you."

"Thank you." Jacqueline drank the rest of the wine, and then said drunkenly, "I came to the party with my sister."

"It seems that the party is very boring." Li Zitao said jokingly: "But I want to thank it, let us meet here."

"Do you think this is an interesting fate?" Jacqueline looked at him pointedly, with an ambiguous atmosphere in her eyes.

She was already an adult, and perhaps this moonlit night was a good time for her to change completely.