Both Leberg and Hamson were surprised to see Chen Zhao.
They didn't expect him to be Asian.
"This is Mr. Hamson, the chief editor of New Orleans Pioneer Newspapers. This is Mr. Leberg, the chairman of New Orleans Channel."
"Sir, why are you looking for us?" Hamson asked.
Chen Zhao looked at Portia. Seeing his gaze, Portia knew that he was going to kick her out again.
She was curious about what Chen Zhao wanted to say to them.
However, she still turned around and left dutifully.
"Close the door too."
Portia really wanted to say that she wasn't his maid.
Unfortunately, Chen Zhao didn't give her the chance.
"Mr. Hamson, Mr. Leberg, I'd like you to help me publish a piece of news on your media outlets. Of course, it's for a fee."
"What is it?"
"Have you heard about the haunted toll station on the Seabrook Coastal Highway?" Chen Zhao asked.
Both of them were in the media industry. Of course, they'd heard about it.
However, they didn't understand what Chen Zhao meant.
"Sir, I don't understand," Hamson said. "What does this have to do with what you're saying?"
"I want you to publish this piece of news and say that someone was attacked and died here."
"You want to use this to create social panic?" Leberg asked, frowning.
"No, I have my own purpose."
"I refuse," Leberg said firmly. "I definitely won't publish such irresponsible fake news."
"One million dollars," Chen Zhao said.
"I …" Leberg hesitated.
"Two million."
"Uh …" Leberg hesitated.
"Five million."
"Mr. Chen, you have to understand that we have to bear a huge risk for this kind of news." Leberg's eyes flashed.
"The door is over there," Chen Zhao said calmly. "I'll find a few big TV stations."
What a joke. Five million dollars was nothing to him.
Who did he think he was?
It was just a small local TV station.
The New Orleans Channel's market value wasn't even ten million.
He'd already offered five million, but Chen Zhao was still asking for more.
Leberg immediately felt awkward. "Mr. Chen, I mean, I've actually heard about this before," he said awkwardly. "I think we should film some footage to ensure the authenticity of the news."
Hamson glanced at his old friend. What an unprincipled old man.
"Mr. Chen, I'm not asking for much. Two million US dollars. I'll give you a big page to publish this news for three consecutive days."
"Sure." Chen Zhao didn't bargain. "But I want this to blow up as much as possible. The more people know, the better. Of course, I hope that no one else knows the truth apart from the two of you."
"I understand."
They accepted Chen Zhao's money.
Reporting false news, if this matter were to be known by others, it would be even worse for them.
Chen Zhao would be fine, but they would definitely be in big trouble.
"Portia, come in."
Portia pushed the door open and came in. "Boss."
"Get two anonymous bank cards. One for five million USD and the other for two million USD."
Portia glanced at the two old men.
It seemed that they had reached an agreement.
Although he did not know the specific content of their conversation.
But one thing was certain.
The content of their conversation would definitely appear on tomorrow's news.
This was also Chen Zhao's idea.
If Sam and Vikari didn't find out.
Then he would purposely create a supernatural incident to attract spiritualists.
Of course, if it was just a rumor like before …
It might not attract spiritualists.
But if it appeared on the news …
The local spiritualists would definitely know about it.
Chen Zhao's price was not just for small local TV stations and newspapers.
He could even bribe a first-tier media company.
But it wouldn't benefit Chen Zhao.
After all, he wanted to attract the local spiritualists in New Orleans.
Not all the spiritualists in America.
Of course, if this still didn't work …
Then Chen Zhao had a third move.
Of course, the second move was already quite bad.
Chen Zhao really didn't want to use the third move.
Chen Zhao was waiting for news now.
"Boss, there's a gym in the hotel. You can go there to work out. You don't have to work out in your room every day."
"There's a gym in the hotel?"
Chen Zhao had just found out. "Then come with me to the gym."
Portia didn't want to go, but she had no choice.
Since Chen Zhao had asked, she could only go.
Actually, Portia wasn't bad looking.
She couldn't be said to be devastatingly beautiful, but her looks were above average.
She just didn't care about her appearance all day. Her hair was tied up and she wore thick glasses.
She forcefully dressed herself up as one of the three unattractive women.
Actually, if one thought about it, a woman who wanted to develop in Hollywood …
How could her looks be too bad?
Plus, Chen Zhao had looked at her with Portia's glasses before.
Her glasses were flat glass. They weren't high-resolution glasses at all.
Chen Zhao guessed that she was trying to prevent workplace harassment.
But Chen Zhao really didn't expect it.
Portia, who was usually wrapped up tightly, was now in a daze.
She looked so well dressed after putting on sportswear.
As Chen Zhao moved the dumbbells up and down, he studied Portia.
"Portia, do you not have money to buy clothes? How about I sponsor you and you change into your usual clothes? "
If Portia could dress herself up a little every day, Chen Zhao would look good too.
"No need." Portia turned her head away with a dark expression. "Also, what you said is harassment. I have the right to sue you."
"Fine, fine." Chen Zhao shrugged helplessly.
At this moment, a burly man walked over.
"Hi, Miss, do you need to know more about fitness? I'm the fitness instructor here." The man's eyes were a little dishonest.
"No need," Portia said in annoyance.
The burly man turned to Chen Zhao. "Miss, can this Asian satisfy you?"
Chen Zhao was instantly enraged. He threw the dumbbells down.
"Gorilla, do you need a beating?"
"Skinny monkey, are you talking to me?"
"Other than you, which gorilla is here?"
The burly man looked at Chen Zhao with a hideous expression. All his muscles bulged and his chest muscles bounced.
"Did you inject cholesterol into your brain? So your brain is filled with hardened cholesterol? "
Usually, only those who were born muscular, like Gaia, would go to the gym.
Most people only got huge muscles by injecting cholesterol.
However, it was too insulting to say that in front of a fitness expert.
"Kid, do you think I won't twist your head off?"
"Can you do it?"
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