Chapter 1921 Like a Giant...

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"Jiaxin, what about you?"

Li Zitao looked at Tong Jiaxin who was smiling and wanted to know what her plans were for the future.

"I?"

Tong Jiaxin raised her head and said with a pair of innocent eyes: "What I want to do most is to work at LANC."

"Unfortunately, I didn't get the internship job last time." This was Tong Jiaxin's biggest regret two weeks ago.

Now, her biggest regret was not eating the lemon sturgeon cubes the night before.

"What do you want to do most?" Li Zitao looked at her and asked.

"LANC." Tong Jiaxin repeated.

"I mean, your favorite newspaper is LANC. Do you want to work at the headquarters?"

The clerical jobs at the headquarters were not very consistent with her major. There were only public relations, administration and management.

Many people even don't understand how newspapers are printed.

"Los Angeles Times, it has to be him!" Tong Jiaxin affirmed.

“You want an internship at the Los Angeles Times.”

"right."

"You got it." Li Zitao said easily.

"What?" Tong Jiaxin looked confused. What happened and what did she get?

"I said, if you get the internship position you want, Evelin will arrange it." Li Zitao pointed at Evelin beside him and smiled.

"Leave it to me." Evelin nodded in response.

"How to do it?" Tong Jiaxin was even more confused.

They're talking about the most influential newspaper in America, even if it's just an internship.

"I know Harry Chandley, we are... golf buddies at the same golf and country club!"

Li Zitao was proud of himself, and the reasons he thought of were impeccable.

"Do you really know Harry Chandley, president of LANC?" Tong Jiayao looked at him with the same incredulous expression as her sister.

Harry Chandrey, anyone who knows anything about journalism will be familiar with this name.

President of News Corporation, world newspaper tycoon, Harry Chandler.

He is a frequent guest on the front pages of major newspapers and Time Magazine. Who doesn't know him?

"Yes, do you want to see him?"

"Is that okay?" Tong Jiaxin stood up excitedly.

The exaggerated performance made Li Zitao laugh and said: "Ho, privately he is just an ordinary old man, there is nothing worth getting excited about."

"You're right, but I studied journalism, and Hari Chandrey to me is like...like a giant in the industry, a beacon to look up to, you know?"

"perhaps……"

Lighthouse, giant?

Well, Li Zitao must admit that he was a little unhappy.

Especially after seeing Tong Jiaxin's expectant eyes, this unhappiness became more serious.

But who made him choose to be Bruce instead of Charlie Lee.

‘It’s your own fault! ’

It was agreed to take the Tong sisters to meet Harry Chandley tomorrow, and Li Zitao and Evelin took a car to the airport.

They were going to Palm Cove, Seagull Country Club.

The name sounds very rustic, and the decoration inside is also... very rustic.

But this was where they were going to meet, and the great sword was ready and hung over the head of the Most High.

Li Zitao was very worried. The steel cable hanging the 'big sword' suddenly broke.

The sword could penetrate the body of the 'Most High' and pin him to the floor as a specimen.

"Hey, brothers." Li Zitao greeted all the brothers sitting there.

"Hi, brother." Everyone responded indifferently.

Speechless shrug, it feels good.

At least you don't have to remember everyone's name, just "brother" and you're done.

"Everyone is here, cough, cough, cough... cough, cough, cough..." The Holy Supreme One coughed as if he was about to die.

The dead tree face had more wrinkles.

"Damian, are you okay?" Li Zitao looked up uneasily.

He considered whether he should call an ambulance and park it at the door.

Or send him directly to Osborne Nursing Center.

However, the retreat center there seems to focus on mental illness…

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough... very good." Damian's assistant brought him medicine, which finally kept him alive.

"What happened this time?" Li Zitao looked at everyone, everyone was serious.

"We're going to war!" The guy sitting opposite him was a proud British guy.

He always holds his head high, as if looking down at you through his nostrils.

"With whom?" Li Zitao asked.

"East Asia, Cuba, the Yue vassal state, those damn red elements!"

"So...are you going to start World War III?"

"I think you overestimate their capabilities."

Faced with Li Zitao's questioning, the other party retorted without giving in: "Or maybe some of us don't want this to happen?"

This arrogant bastard with a hooked nose is named Richard Henry, Duke.

He controls BAE, British Aerospace Corporation, one of the world's largest aerospace manufacturing companies.

An absolute industry giant, a powerful monster that can compete with Boeing.

"Ho, why would anyone think that? Henry, stop joking." Lawrence laughed and came to Li Zitao's rescue.

"Lawrence, it's okay."

Li Zitao raised his hand and smiled, stopping others from speaking, "Henry is right, that's what I think."

This sentence made everyone's hearts rise, and their eyes were filled with nervousness.

Is he going to show off at today's meeting?

What good will this do to him, besides making him an enemy of the world!

"I don't want a war to happen, Henry, I don't know what's wrong with this?" Li Zitao asked, spreading his hands in surprise.

"My wife...Princess Adelaide, the venerable Lady Mary."

"She spends 7 to 8 months every year on charity, comforting children in war-torn countries and rebuilding their homes for them.

Also make sure they have food and drink, and don't die from cholera or be raped or massacred by soldiers with written records. "

"The Li Charitable Foundation invests eight figures in this matter every year, did you know?" Li Zitao stood on the moral high ground from the moment he came up.

Condescendingly, like a giant, he looked down at the tiny, insignificant Duke Henry.

"You...don't think that putting on a shiny disguise can cover up what you have done."

"What's up?"

Li Zitao seemed to not understand what he was talking about. He put his hands in front of him, his eyes were blurred and his expression was blank.

"You mean the charities? Maybe you should go talk to the refugees and homeless people there in person, or maybe you should go to Cape Town and see the people there."

Li Zitao stood up suddenly, looked at him with sharp eyes and roared angrily: "You should look into the eyes of those who died and tell them that they deserved their death. Because they blocked your way to make money, they You should go home and cut your neck with a blunt kitchen knife..."