As February is about to enter, the temperature in New York shows no sign of rising. Except at noon, when the sun shines on the ground and makes people feel warm, it is still as cold as frost at other times.

It has been almost an hour since Mark Thomson and Dean Baquet entered the boss's office in the New Era Building. From top to bottom, they have almost received the news that the two top executives of the New York Times and the CEO of the media group have been criticized by the big boss.

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No way, the saying that good things don’t go out but bad things spread thousands of miles still applies to North America.

While the employees were observing a moment of silence for the two unlucky men, they also felt a sense of gloating in their hearts. Especially the employees of the newspaper office, who usually slandered these two harsh bosses behind their backs, but now a bigger god has come forward to stand up for them.

, can you not cheer for a while?

As the parties involved in the incident, they naturally knew nothing about the thoughts of the people below. The three people walked out of the elevator dejectedly, looking at each other and smiling bitterly.

If I had to choose the one with the prettiest expression, it would probably be Eddie. After all, he was only jointly and severally responsible. Yang Cheng's firepower was mainly concentrated on the other two colleagues.

At this moment, only Eddie could open his mouth to smooth things over for Yang Cheng, "Don't blame the boss for speaking harshly. The circulation dropped so seriously this time. If it were me, I would have lost my temper. I'm afraid I'd be scolded."

It will be even more cruel, a full 50,000 copies, which makes me feel bad."

Mark Thomson had to bear the main responsibility. He had no energy left after being scolded by Yang Cheng. Now he finally cheered up and nodded, "I will find a way to make up for the losses. Although the weather has indeed affected sales, I

I don’t think this is a reason for failure.”

Dean Baquet was soaked to the skin, as if he had played basketball for two hours on an outdoor court in the dog days of summer. It was not a problem to sweat out a few kilograms of sweat from his custom-made white shirt.

"Stop talking Eddie, I also expected the boss to be angry, but who thought it would be so serious."

Eddie shook his head, "Dean, we are old friends, but friendship and business cannot be confused. I will give you 2 months. Before the first quarter financial report comes out, I want to see the circulation return to

The average level in December last year, otherwise don’t blame me for being unkind.”

Baquet's face was originally not too dark, at least compared to the skin color of black people, it was at most a dark brown color. But when Eddie said this, his face turned completely dark, which was particularly sharp compared to his white hair.

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In the office, Yang Cheng unconsciously picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, and then spit it out again. He misplaced it and spit some outside. The coffee had become cold, which greatly affected the taste and texture. What a pity for this cup of Hawaii.

Kona coffee.

He was texting Luo and didn't even notice the temperature of the coffee, otherwise it wouldn't have been all over the table.

With a smile on his lips, he tapped the screen with his fingers quickly, and replied to Luo, "When you're done, book the fastest flight to New York. I'll pick you up at the airport."

Luo replied in seconds, "You don't have to tell me, I've already booked it. I'm going home to pack and go to the airport."

Yang Cheng's smile continued, "Don't clean it up. It's a waste of time. If you don't have anything, you can buy it now."

Luo Yi thought that this seemed to be the truth, "I know, I'll leave now. See you in New York."

The traditional Lunar New Year in country Z is coming soon. This time Luo will celebrate the New Year at the Yang family, so he naturally has to come early to join him.

As his fiancée was coming, Yang Cheng was no longer in the mood to work. He greeted Susu and asked her to clean up the mess on the table, and then left the company.

It is now 2 o'clock in the afternoon, there are no people on the street, Bryant Park is even deserted, and the streets of Manhattan are rare and quiet.

As the car passed the Municipal Library, Yang Cheng asked Andrew to pull over and press the window at the same time. Looking at the couples dating in groups of twos and threes in front of the library, Yang Cheng couldn't help but smile.

Today was Hansen's turn to rest. Andrew was the only one in the car. Without Hansen looking at him, this guy couldn't stop talking. He followed Yang Cheng's gaze for a while and couldn't help teasing, "Boss, you are envious."

They?"

Yang Cheng said unexpectedly, "Why do you ask that? Can't I be envious?"

Andrew grinned, "No, no, I mean you and Miss Luo often show affection like this."

When talking about Luo, Yang Cheng's face always showed a happy smile inadvertently. He was very satisfied with his fiancée, "It won't be long before you call her Mrs. Yang."

"Of course, I hope this day comes soon."

Yang Cheng lost interest after watching for a while, raised the car window, and said to Andrew, "Let's go~"

The car started quietly and merged into the traffic. Yang Cheng suddenly remembered what Hansen had mentioned a few days ago and asked with concern, "I heard Hansen said that a friend came to see you?"

Andrew's expression remained unchanged, and he seemed to have no objection to Hansen's snitching behavior. "Yes, boss, don't mention it. It was a mistake for me to go see him."

Yang Cheng was curious when he heard this, "Oh? What's wrong?"

Andrew patted the steering wheel angrily, "That guy wants to borrow money from me, but I haven't seen him in almost 10 years. Although I played well when I was a kid, I can't just borrow money with my mouth, right?"

Yang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. If he was just borrowing money, there shouldn't be any big problem. He sunk into his seat and crossed his legs. He knew Andrew's attributes and wanted to get money out of his hand, even with a dollar.

success.

"How much do you want to borrow?"

Andrew raised his index finger, "100,000~"

Yang Cheng stared, "How much? 100,000? Let's not talk about whether you borrow it or not. The key is how does he know you have 100,000 US dollars?"

Andrew looked very depressed, "I don't know. Logically speaking, I have never told outsiders about working under the boss. Does he think I made a lot of money in the army?"

Yang Cheng and Andrew glanced at each other through the rearview mirror, with the same meaning in their eyes. This matter was suspicious and probably not a coincidence.

"Go back and check on your friend. I hope he is just greedy and has not become someone else's pawn."

Andrew's expression was not very good-looking. Anyone who was plotted would feel very angry, especially if they naively thought that the other person was a friend. However, he knew in his heart that he was not worthy of being plotted. The real target of the other person was probably Yang Cheng.

This made Andrew even more angry. Who is wrong to plot against? His parents who live and feed him? Even if the other person is his childhood friend!

"It's the boss, do you want to call Hansen back?"

Yang Cheng hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "No, it's rare for him to be reunited with his family. It's only for a few days. You can handle it yourself. Besides, don't you have other brothers?"
Chapter completed!