The next morning, Portia was preparing breakfast for Chen Zhao.
Sam and Vicari were back.
"Sir, we still didn't find anything last night."
"Okay," Chen Zhao said. "Go get something to eat and then rest."
"Then we'll go find food first." Sam and Vicari had been monitoring Chen Zhao for the whole night and were very tired.
Halfway through, Chen Zhao suddenly stopped.
Portia looked at Chen Zhao's pause.
He thought maliciously, "Is this guy choking?"
Chen Zhao suddenly started eating again.
Portia sighed inwardly.
"Portia, are you cursing me in your heart?"
"Ah … No." Portia was flustered and terrified at the same time.
How did he know what she was thinking?
"I …"
"Do you know reporters?" Chen Zhao asked.
Portia was still thinking about how to explain to Chen Zhao.
The next second, Chen Zhao changed the topic.
"Huh?"
"Reporters. Local reporters in New Orleans."
"No. I'll go to Los Angeles after graduation."
"Can you contact reporters from the local TV stations or newspapers in New Orleans?"
"Boss, why do you need reporters?"
It was possible to contact him, but without a reason, Portia didn't know how to contact him.
She couldn't call them and say, "Hey, my boss wants to see you."
They'd think she was crazy.
"Help me get a few anonymous bank cards," Chen Zhao said. "Deposit fifty thousand dollars, one hundred thousand, and five hundred thousand. Also, get me some cash."
"How much cash?"
"Two hundred thousand is enough."
"And then?"
"Then give ten thousand to any reporter who's willing. If you can find the boss or editor of the newspaper, give them a hundred thousand. If it's not enough, give them two hundred thousand. If it's not enough, give them five hundred."
Portia looked at Chen Zhao as if he was crazy.
"Under what name?"
"Didn't I say that I'll give ten thousand to any reporter who's willing? No other reason."
Portia was so angry that she couldn't say anything.
"Which media do I need to contact?"
"Both TV stations and newspapers," Chen Zhao said.
"Okay, I'll try."
Portia had no choice but to go to a local newspaper first.
The newspaper had some local reputation.
However, the sales volume was not high. The circulation of each issue was only about 10,000 copies.
"Hello, who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for the chief editor of your newspaper," said Portia.
"May I ask who you are? Do you have an appointment with the managing editor? "
"No, but I believe your chief editor will see me." Portia tried her best to remain calm and spoke as haughtily as possible.
The receptionist looked at Portia and didn't dare to underestimate her.
He picked up the phone and dialed the chief editor's internal line.
He explained the situation here once more.
Not long after, a man in his fifties walked out.
"I'm Hamson, the chief editor here. Who are you?"
Hamson studied Portia. He was sure he didn't know her.
However, Portia's lofty attitude made him appear rather cautious.
"Mr. Hamson, can we talk in your office?"
Hamson thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Please."
When they reached the office, Hamson couldn't help but take the initiative to ask, "Miss, how should I address you?"
"You can call me Portia." Portia took out a bank card. "This is an anonymous bank card with 100,000 dollars in it. The password is 123456."
Hamson's eyelids twitched. He didn't take the card. "Miss Portia, what do you mean?"
"My boss wants to see you. He said that as long as you're willing to see him, this card is yours."
"Your boss?"
"Yes."
"Who's your boss?"
"A rich man."
Hamson was a little hesitant. Even though he was the chief editor of the newspaper, his annual income was only about 60,000 dollars.
The money in this card was almost equivalent to two years of his income.
It would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted.
However, he was a little worried. He didn't know who the person was and what request he would make.
"What does your boss want from me?"
"I think he wants you to publish some news. I don't know the details."
Just publish some news? It didn't seem difficult.
However, Hamson still didn't agree immediately.
"If your boss wants to publish an advertisement, he can contact the advertising department of our newspaper."
"I don't know what the boss wants. I'm just here as he asked."
"Where does your boss live?"
"At the Hilton Hotel."
"Isn't your boss a local from New Orleans?"
"No."
Hamson was initially worried that they would meet in some remote place.
If it was such a place, Hamson would never go there.
Since it was at the Hilton Hotel, it shouldn't be dangerous.
"Okay." Hamson finally nodded. He looked at the bank card in Portia's hand but didn't take it.
Portia stuffed the card into his hand.
"By the way, do you know the director or boss of the TV station?" Portia asked.
An hour later …
In Hamson's office, his expression was a little stiff.
He had called his old friend Leberg over, but Portia had given him 100,000 dollars.
Leberg didn't accept it, so Portia changed another bank card for 200,000.
Leberg still didn't accept it, so Portia gave him another bank card for 500,000.
He asked to meet Portia's boss at the Hilton Hotel.
Hamson was a little regretful. He felt like he'd agreed too easily.
If he'd been more reserved, could he have asked for a higher price?
Leberg gave in. He was the director of the TV station.
However, he was the manager, not the boss.
He could be considered a rich man, but definitely not a tycoon.
Under Portia's money attack, he quickly laid down his arms and surrendered.
Portia brought the two to the Hilton Hotel.
Portia didn't know what was wrong with him.
However, it was the happiest time she'd ever spent money in her life.
It wasn't her money either. She didn't feel any pain at all.
She also didn't want to help Chen Zhao save money.
Anyway, according to Chen Zhao's request, she just had to throw money at him.
If he didn't agree, she would throw money, throw money … Throw money again.
Portia suddenly liked her job a little.
No, more accurately, she liked the thrill of spending money.
She finally understood how rich people felt.
"Boss, the person you're looking for is here."
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