Hurst Group is one of the largest diversified media groups in the world and a giant in the American media industry. Its main businesses involve 15 daily newspapers, 34 weekly magazines and more than 300 magazines and publications around the world (including Harper's Bazaar, Fashion, Mr. Fashion, ELLE and Oprah Magazine, etc.);

29 local TV stations covering 18% of American households; cable TV networks such as A+E Networks and ESPN; in addition, it also involves comprehensive businesses such as commercial publishing, e-commerce, television production, newspaper distribution and real estate.

Amanda Hurst, who is about to join the Hurst Group, is naturally not an incompetent person, as the great-granddaughter of the founder William Randolph Hurst and the heir of his mother Anne Hurst's $8.7 billion property. Amanda, who graduated from Boston University, has wisdom and beauty coexist. She is very familiar with the industry's chaos. In fact, when Morgan found Yuanshan and did not continue to sell at other companies, she began to pay attention to the actions of Yuanshan and even Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng went to Los Angeles, including meeting Eddie Hudstein at sea, and personally led the acquisition team to meet with the management of the Forum Publishing Company in Chicago, all of which were exposed to Amanda's nose.

Of course, Yang Cheng knew nothing about this. If Lydia Hurst hadn't drunk too much and said he had missed his mouth, he wouldn't have realized that his actions had attracted the attention of those who were interested.

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With the existence of Lydia Hurst, the high-tall light bulb, Paris Hilton, who was interested in flirting with Yang Cheng, felt bored and went to find prey.

On the DJ stage, several second-generation generations took advantage of the wine to scatter green beauty. This is a trick they used to play in nightclubs. Yang Cheng didn't understand it very much. He admired the people below for their own money. Apart from being brainless, he was not a low level of education, but he really couldn't find any other words to describe this behavior.

The models who have seen the world are fine, but that part of them is not so reserved.

Lydia drank a few drinks with Yang Cheng, and like Paris, she couldn't stand the loneliness and left the booth.

Yang Cheng was so happy that she was quiet. After saying hello, she was still a little tired, so she asked the catgirl to bring agave.

At this moment, a "pop~~~" sound suddenly came from the booth on Yang Cheng's right, like the sound of glass falling.

Instinctively turned around and wanted to see what happened.

But the head blocked his sight, and he could only vaguely hear someone cursing, and from time to time, there were screams from women.

After thinking about it, I stuffed the cell phone I just took out back into my pocket and decided to go over and take a look. As the host, I least want any accidents to happen to the guests in my place.

There was a group of people around the deck on the right, most of whom came to watch the fun when they heard the sound.

"Sorry, I borrowed it..."

"Let me pass it, thank you."

"Hey, are you having fun?"

"Sorry, I'll solve it, it'll be fine in a while."

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He squeezed all the way inside and apologized to people he knew.

After finally rushing in, I was as tired as climbing the Alps. Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, I quickly looked at the scene in front of me.

A crystal glass that was broken into slag was poured on the table with red liquid wine bottles, and fruit snack residues were all over the floor.

A black man with a small dreadlocked braid and looked like a skeleton, pointing at a cat girl and cursing. After hearing a few words, Yang Cheng frowned and turned his head to ask the buddy who was watching the show. It was nothing complicated. The black man was so excited that he touched a cat girl. The other person didn't accept it, so he threw his cup and started to scream.

Yang Cheng whispered a bad luck, stood up and blocked the Cat Girl, lost focus on his eyes, and said to the black man who was stepping on cotton steps, "Friend, what's the good thing tonight? Who brought it? I'll ask him to send you home?"

The guests he personally invited tonight were friends in the circle or family business partners, and even if he was not familiar with him, he had met him. Although he didn't see his face clearly, he probably didn't know him. He just vaguely felt familiar. Maybe some public figure who often appeared on TV was brought to play with him by his friend tonight.

Yang Cheng inherited the fine traditions of the Chinese with a good reputation.

"Boy, who are you? Haha...come to daddy! (Come to daddy)" When the black man said this, he took a few steps forward, with an arrogant provocation on his face, but Yang Cheng recognized the other party's identity. No wonder he looked familiar. Isn't this the black rapper who sang see you again?

What's the name of Wei?

Yang Cheng had a gloomy face at this moment, and he didn't have time to think about what this person was called, and shouted angrily at the direction of the crowd, "Andrew..."

"Boss, I'm here." Andrew suddenly came out from behind like a shadow.

He glared at Andrew with annoyance, not knowing that he was black and scary.

I will settle the score with him when I go back, and I will still have to repair this bastard again and again.

"This friend is not clean, go and help him clean his mouth." Yang Cheng pulled the heroine who happened to take a few steps back and left the stage of the performance to Andrew.

This guy probably had been holding back his body. He heard Yang Cheng's instructions and rushed forward without saying a word. He kicked the man's head like a pumpkin, and his voice was so crisp. Not to mention a person who was confused by taking drugs, even a normal and sober man could not react.

The rapper such as Wei flew backwards and fell on the sofa in the booth. Andrew's movements were not over yet. He stepped up and pulled the other person's collar and nailed it to the wall. The palm like a palm fan fell on the skeleton's face like raindrops.

Not to mention, when Andrew gets tired of fighting, he looks much fleshy when he looks at his face. It looks much more fleshy. It looks less annoying at first glance, and he is a little cute.

Oh~~~ This idea is so frustrating...

"Boss, let me rest for a few seconds before continuing." Andrew seemed to have not been so satisfied for a long time, and ran to Yang Cheng and smiled with his big white teeth.

Yang Cheng rolled his eyes, how could he dare to let him beat him again? Did he foam at all if he didn't see it? He just asked Andrew to teach this rude guy a lesson, and he didn't want to kill anyone.

"Okay, go check on this person and take him away quickly, don't disturb everyone's interest."

The small storm in this booth did not involve the people swaying wildly with the music in the dance floor. They watched the fun here and saw Yang Cheng solve the problem and scattered. At this time, what they needed most was not the excitement, but the opposite sex.

Not long after, Andrew came over with Jay-z, and Yang Cheng signed a check of $10,000 and handed it to the Catgirl as compensation. The girl looked like Asians with dark eyes and dark hair, and she looked aggrieved with tears in her eyes. She probably was just a part-time job in adulthood and was so wronged for the first time.

Let Hansen take the little girl to find the manager of boom boom room, and don’t cause trouble for her afterwards. This is the best Yang Cheng can do. If anyone else was afraid he would have taken surgery on her, a powerless waiter, and he would not be willing to offend the guests...

"jay, is this your friend you brought?" Yang Cheng rushed on the sofa, and the black man with a dirty face thrust his mouth. He had just been beaten by Andrew, and he vomited all his food and drink, but there was nothing left, and he was picked up by his face.

Jay-z glanced lightly and said disdainfully, "Sorry, I've caused you trouble. Weiz has this kind of virtue. He didn't want to bring him here, but he couldn't resist his begging."

After saying this, Yang Cheng remembered that this man was called Vizkalifa. After listening to see you again in his previous life, he specially searched for the songs of this guy to listen to. The lyrics were filled with a lot of money, drugs, and women. They were typical black people who came out of the slums. There were countless rappers, NBA players, and rugby players in the United States.

Yang Cheng shrugged strangely. He would not sting his anger for this. Compared to his black compatriots, Jay-z is a smart person. He is a black man with white hearts and is trying his best to break into the upper class, which is mainly white. He once invested in the New Jersey Nets. It is said that he also formed a consortium to acquire A-Spaed Champagne. He is a black man with a very business acumen and knows how to transform his fame into interests.

"This is a trivial matter, don't take it to heart. Have you brought someone here? Or should I arrange for someone to see him go?"

"I asked the bodyguard to send him away, you don't have to worry about jason."

Watching Jay-z's bodyguard take Viz away, Yang Cheng takes the opportunity to invite him back to his booth for a few drinks.

"jason, are you interested in basketball?" After the two of them sat down, Jay-z hugged the young model he had just hooked up and took the initiative to raise the topic.

Yang Cheng sent a text message to Miranda Keer, asking her to come down to find her and took the topic casually, "It's okay, I can't say I like it, but I can read it occasionally, what's wrong?"

"Do you know I used to be a shareholder of the Nets?"

Yang Cheng nodded and waited for his next sentence.

"Later, I sold it to Mikhail, the current boss of the Nets. Recently, I heard that Mikhail had problems in his business in Russia and urgently needed cash turnover. I want to join forces with several like-minded friends to buy it. Since the Nets moved to Brooklyn, the value has doubled several times, and I think there is still potential for appreciation."

Yang Cheng raised his head and killed a glass of tequila, and happily burped it. Miranda Keer came over like Victoria's Secret.

"Miranda, here." Yang Cheng raised his hand and greeted.

Jay-z's big hand was climbing the top, following Yang Cheng's movement, he saw that it was Miranda Keer coming over, whistling, blinking, and giving a thumbs up, "Brother, you are still awesome..."

Yang Cheng raised his eyebrows proudly and stretched out his hand to pull Ke'er into his arms. He had a negative contact before, but now both of them are not reserved. If you have a love or a concubine, you can pretend to be serious. Yang Cheng covets Ke'er's body. Miranda values ​​Yang Cheng's identity and is considered to be a need for each other. Anyway, neither of them has the idea of ​​eternity. As a human being, you can't die too simply and easily die quickly.

The two kissed each other for a while, and then separated by the coughing sound of Jay-z.

"Ahem... Speaking of serious matters, wasn't that Mikhail targeted?"

He thoughtfully smoothed Ke'er's hair, then poured her a glass of wine, picked up a glass and touched Jay-z, and said suspiciously.

"It shouldn't be true. I heard that the actual output of the gold mine under his name did not meet the expected target, which broke the capital chain. He is still in New York. If he is investigated, he may not be able to leave Russia, right?" Jay-z thought for a while, shook his head and analyzed.

Yang Cheng nodded without comment, and he asked casually, "To be honest, the Nets' audience naturally hinders the team's value-added space. In business, I don't despise Brooklyn. People living there are now richer and no longer the infamous slums before, but the outside world's perception of that is difficult to change in a short period of time."

Jay-z is from Brooklyn and has a deep and complex emotion about it. Yang Cheng's words made his face look a little ugly, but it could not be refuted, because Yang Cheng was talking about the facts. They were discussing business, not talking about buddies' friendship.

"What you said makes sense. Are you not interested in acquiring an NBA team?" Jay-z quickly sorted out his emotions and did not let his emotions dominate rationality, but he still asked unwillingly.

Yang Cheng did not answer immediately, but played with Miranda's raised hair. The smell of perfume on her body seemed to have an aphrodisiac function, constantly stimulating Yang Cheng's nasal cavity.
Chapter completed!