Chapter 84 Fangs

Andy and his party of more than a dozen people stepped into the "New York Observer" newspaper office, which attracted the attention of all newspaper employees.

Lawyer Nelson and financial manager David temporarily formed an acquisition team, leading several subordinates to roughly estimate the assets of "The Observer" based on all available information, and Andy had already seen it on the way here.

Andy hoped to cut the mess quickly and win "The Observer" today, so he brought the acquisition team by his side. Once the deal was reached with Arthur Carter, he immediately signed the contract and paid, completed the acquisition, and immediately let the acquisition team enter "The Observer" New York Observer.

Pete Kaplan looked at Andy and his group who were walking towards the newspaper boss's office with complicated eyes, and turned around and shouted: "Go to work whatever you are looking at!"

Arthur Carter's secretary saw Alston Smith coming with a group of people in suits and ties, stood up and greeted with a smile.

"Good morning Anne, is Mr. Arthur Carter here?" Alston asked with a smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Smith. Mr. Carter has already come. He said that he will go in directly when you come. Who are these?" Annie replied with a smile.

Auston did not introduce Andy's identity, but said that he had already made an appointment with Mr. Arthur Carter.

Andy kept smiling brightly. The female secretary, Annie, felt familiar, but didn't recognize it for a while. After all, Andy was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses today.

Andy turned back to let the bodyguards and the acquisition team wait in the rest area outside, and then followed Auston and female secretary Anne into Arthur Carter's office.

Arthur Carter's office is very luxuriously decorated. There are two red solid wood doors. When you walk in, there is a rest area on the left. A group of black and white geometric sofas with clear water chestnuts surround a square table. A rectangular cloakroom mirror with a gold frame.

Behind a large rectangular desk, Arthur Carter is sitting on the boss chair, behind him is an oil painting in a gold frame, and the surrounding furnishings and decorations are also very artistic, most of which are sculptures, copper and iron Yes, plaster and clay, and on the other side of the wall are four huge windows through which the sunlight streams into the office, making some of the golden decorations sparkle.

Arthur Carter saw Auston walking in with a young man, put down the cigar in his hand, stood up from the boss chair, walked around the desk, and greeted Auston.

Andy looked at the old man in front of him. His sparse hair was combed meticulously. He wore a white shirt, black trousers and suspenders, and a bow tie around his neck. Under the introduction, the old man smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Young man, it's nice to meet you. You are very popular in the United States now. I like your novels very much. Are you interested in setting up a column in my newspaper?"

Andy held the old man's hand, with a confident and sunny smile on his face, "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Carter. Thank you for liking my novel. As for the issue of opening a column, it will take some time. After all, the publishing house has been Urging the follow-up novel draft, so... I can only apologize."

"Haha, it's nothing. As long as you are willing, you can come to our newspaper office to set up a column at any time. I am looking forward to cooperating with you." Arthur Carter was not unhappy, but patted Andy's hand with a smile and said Ston and Andy led them to the sofa in the rest area and motioned them to sit down.

"Auston, you have a very good son!" Arthur Carter leaned back on the sofa, with a faint smile on his face, and said to Auston in a calm and slow tone.

"Thank you Mr. Carter for your compliment. He is still young and needs more tempering." Alston replied neither humble nor overbearing, turned his head to look at Andy with a smile on his face, and then looked at Arthur Carter, "This time, It's Andy who wants to see you. Andy, you'd better talk to Mr. Arthur Carter."

Arthur Carter looked at Andy curiously,

Andy put away the smile on his face, and said sincerely: "Mr. Arthur Carter, I heard that you are going to sell the "New York Observer"? What is the price?"

A light flashed in Arthur Carter's eyes, he looked at the young man opposite him carefully, glanced at Auston who said he had nothing to do with me and ignored me, and asked with a smile: "Why, Andy, you also want to buy "The Observer?" "?"

"Why not?" Andy's mouth was slightly upturned, with a confident smile on his face, "This is an excellent newspaper with a history of 20 years. Although its circulation is not high, it has a large number of newspapers in Manhattan. important, I love its journalistic philosophy and cynical wit, even if it's just a regional XING newspaper."

After listening to Andy's words, Arthur Carter couldn't help sighing in his heart that he was young and promising. He didn't expect that his newspaper would attract two young and promising young talents. Both young men share a striking resemblance.

"Hehe, Oston, you have such an excellent son, which is really enviable! As expected of a famous writer, he speaks impeccably, even if he praised the advantages of the newspaper, he also pointed out the shortcomings. I think you should have understood, "The Observer is now losing $2 million a year, how do you guarantee a turnaround? I started the paper after all, and it has been my pride for the past 19 years, and now that I'm old, my The younger generations don't value this loss-making newspaper, even if I want to sell it, I will find a suitable new owner for it, young man, can you take on this burden?"

Watching Arthur Carter say the last, he shook his head slightly, as if he was not optimistic about Andy being able to support the future of "The Observer".

Andy smiled confidently, "Mr. Carter, let's not talk about the profitability of the newspaper, I just want to tell you that among the people who are interested in buying the newspaper, maybe I'm the only one you choose, if it's really for For the sake of this 20-year-old newspaper."

Arthur Carter lost his smile for the first time, stared at Andy deeply, and said lightly: "Young man, tell me your reason."

Andy smiled confidently and said: "As far as I know, plus me, Robert De Niro's Tribeca Group and Judd KSN are interested in buying "The Observer". I don't know what price they all want to pay for this acquisition." newspapers, but I believe they are not the best buyers."

Andy stretched out a finger, and continued: "Let's talk about Robert first. Although he is very famous, he is already old. How much enterprising spirit does he have left? He wants to buy this newspaper, maybe he just fell in love with it." Its reputation doesn't care much about the value of the newspaper, if it continues to lose money year after year, then the future of "The Observer" will be put on the shelves again and sold off by him."

He stretched out his second finger again, with a more confident smile on his face, "Judd KSN, he is a businessman, maybe he will tell you without hesitation that he buys to make money, right? Maybe he can also make fun of it, Maybe if it is done well, it will be respected by others. Maybe he will replace the idea of ​​journalism with business, and maybe he will turn "The Observer" into an entertainment tabloid for profit."

Andy paused slightly after finishing speaking, because Carter's female secretary had brought coffee in, took the coffee cup and put it on the table, and continued to say confidently: "The only thing that worries me is my age. , it is easy to be underestimated. I never doubt my ability, first of all, I am a writer by profession, I know the publishing industry better than the other two. Secondly, I have a detailed plan to get the newspaper out of trouble, and I have Ability to face challenges, the biggest dilemma of the American newspaper industry at present is that it is being controlled by a kind of aging thinking and managed by some middle-aged people carrying burdens, so my appearance, a person who is not controlled by old ideas Wouldn't it be a brilliant proposal for a shackled 21-year-old to take on a burden that's been going on for 19 years?"