Chapter 1832

"How about you, Jiaxin?"

Li Zitao looks at Tong Jiaxin, who is smiling straight at him. He wants to know what she plans for the future.

"Me?"

Tong Jiaxin raised her head and held a pair of innocent big eyes and said, "what I want to do most is to work in Lanc."

"Unfortunately, I didn't get my last internship." This was Tong Jiaxin's most regretful thing two weeks ago.

Now, what she regrets most is that she didn't eat the sturgeon pieces the night before yesterday.

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

“LANC。” Tong Jiaxin repeated.

"I mean, you like the Lanc newspaper best. Do you want to work in the headquarters?"

The civilian work in the headquarters is not quite the same as her major. There are only public relations, administration and management.

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

"Los Angeles Times, he's the only one!" Tong Jiaxin is sure to arrive.

"You want an internship at the Los Angeles Times."

"Yes."

"You got it." Li Zitao relaxed.

"What?" Tong Jiaxin is confused. What happened? What did she get?

"I said," if you get the internship you want, Evelyn will arrange it. " Li Zitao pointed to Evelyn and said with a smile.

"Give it to me." Evelyn nodded in response.

"How?" Tong Jiaxin is more confused.

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

"I know Harry CHANDLEY, we're... Golfers, at the same Golf and Country Club!"

Li Zitao is proud of himself, and the reason he thinks of is impeccable.

"Do you really know Harry CHANDLEY, President of Lanc?" Tong Jiayao looks at him with the same incredible expression as her sister.

Harry CHANDLEY, anyone who knows anything about the press, will hear the name.

Harry CHANDLEY, President of News Corporation and world newspaper tycoon.

He is a frequent visitor to the front pages of major news newspapers and Time magazine. Who would not know him?

"Yes, do you want to see him?"

"Is that all right?" Tong Jiaxin stands up excitedly.

The exaggerated performance made Li Zitao smile: "Ho, in private, he is just an ordinary old man, nothing to be excited about."

"You're right, but I'm a journalist, and Harry CHANDLEY to me is like... Like a giant in this industry, a beacon to look up to, you know?"

"Probably..."

Lighthouse, giant?

Well, Li Zi Tao must admit that he is a little unhappy.

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

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

"Do it yourself!"

Agreed to take the children's sisters to see Harry CHANDLEY tomorrow. Li Zitao and Evelyn went to the airport by bus.

They're going to Palm Bay, seagull country club.

The name sounds very rustic, the interior decoration It's also very rustic.

But this is where they are going to have a meeting. The sword is ready to be hung on the head of the supreme.

Li Zitao was worried that the steel cable with the "big sword" suddenly broke.

The sword can penetrate the body of the supreme and pin him to the floor for specimen.

"Hey, guys." Li Zitao said hello to all the brothers sitting there.

"Hi, brother." The crowd responded indifferently.

Silent shrug, it feels good.

At least you don't have to remember everyone's name. You just need to say "brother".

"We're all here. Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough The Holy One coughed as if he were dying.

The face of that dead tree has more wrinkles.

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

He was wondering if he should call an ambulance to stop at the door or take him directly to Osborne.

However, the sanatorium there seems to focus on mental illness

"Cough, cough, me, cough Good. " Damian's assistant brought his medicine and managed to keep him alive.

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

"We are going to war!" The guy sitting opposite him is a proud Englishman.

He's always holding his head up, like he's looking down at you through his nostrils.

"Against whom?" Li Zitao asked.

"East Asia, Cuba, Vietnam, those damned red elements!"

"So... Are you going to start the third world war?"

"I think you overestimate their abilities."In the face of Li Zitao's question, the other side refused to budge: "or do some of us don't want this kind of thing to happen?"

This cocky snout, arrogant bastard named Richard Henry, Duke.

He controls BAE, British aerospace, one of the world's largest aerospace manufacturing industries.

Absolute industry giant, can compete with Boeing powerful monster.

"Ho, why do people think that, Henry, don't be kidding." Lawrence played ha ha ha and helped Li Zitao out.

"Lawrence, it doesn't matter."

Li Zitao raised his hand and smile and stopped others from speaking. "Henry is right. That's what I think."

A word let everyone's heart are raised, eyes filled with tension.

Is he going to show his cards at today's meeting?

What good will it bring him, except to make him a public enemy of the world!

"I don't want a war, Henry. I don't know what's wrong with that?" Li Zitao asked with surprise.

"My wife... Princess Adelaide, respected Lady Mary."

"She spends seven to eight months a year on charity to appease children in war-torn countries and rebuild their homes for them.

And make sure they have food and drink, and they don't die of cholera disease, or the soldiers who are full of them commit adultery and massacre. "

"Li's charity foundation invests eight figures on this every year, do you know?" As soon as Li Zitao came up, he stood at the commanding height of morality.

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

"You... Don't think you can cover up what you're doing by putting on a bright camouflage."

"What's the matter?"

Li Zi Tao seemed to be unable to understand what he was saying. He put his hands in front of him, and his eyes were blurred and his expression was at a loss.

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

Li Zitao suddenly got up, his eyes were sharp, and he looked at him with impact and roared: "you should look into the eyes of those who have died and tell them that they deserve their death. Because they're blocking your way to make money, they should go home and cut their necks with blunt kitchen knives... "

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