The newspaper tycoon, a brand new newspaper empire was born.

The popularity of News Corporation's acquisition of the New York Times is not that simple.

Except for the newspaper industry under his name, other newspaper industries have exaggerated the matter extensively and announced to the public that a new newspaper empire has been born.

Some media claimed that this was terrible, and Lanc might control domestic public opinion and guide public thought and remarks.

All major radio stations have opened new talk programs, focusing on the possibility and terrible degree of "public opinion control thought".

"Why are they idle and have nothing to do?" Seeing that the hot theory is getting more and more attention, Harry and the management discussed this matter.

The Public Relations Department must reduce the popularity of public opinion as soon as possible, but if Lanc takes action, it is equivalent to being in line with his thoughts.

If someone controls this matter, LANC only takes action and guides public opinion to change the direction of the topic, it would be equivalent to personally confirming the other party's guess.

It is precisely because of this that they seem timid, just like boxers full of strength, who can clearly knock down the opponent with one punch, but are not afraid to take action due to the rules.

"Why, we join the discussion and detonate this matter, as long as the heat rises fast enough to eliminate the heat before people can react,

Of course, they will no longer be interested. No one will be interested in any discussion at that time."

Harry was very interested in this view, but the person who made the view surprised him. It was Joyce who was restricted by him.

It seems that under her beautiful face, there is a mind that is good at observing and thinking. ‘No wonder Charlie chose her, but unfortunately she used the wrong direction.’

"Very good, just do it as Joyce said. I need all of you to do it all and get it out as soon as possible. Lanc has a lot to do next."

Harry clapped his hands, stood up to say the meeting was over, and said as everyone left, "Joyce, stay."

"Is there anything to say? Harry..." Joyce asked with his finger at the table.

"You're smart." Harry knocked on the table, signaling her to sit down and continued, "It's also pretty. Has anyone ever told you this?"

"No...no one said it in person." Joyce sat down with her legs raised, her arms embracing representing her vigilant heart.

"Now," Harry's expression gradually became serious and said, "Everyone wants to succeed, but this road is full of thorns, and not everyone can go to the end.

Especially when there are countless forks and always face choices, abandonment, and sacrifice, this is inevitable, and it is obvious that you are on the wrong path.”

"I just want the truth and fairness."

"Don't show your youthful ignorance. You should know that there is never the truth or fairness in this world. What big men want you to know is the truth, and fairness is even more ridiculous..."

Harry looked at her with a lot of laughter and tears, wondering if she had read it wrong. The woman in front of her was not a smart and beautiful adult.

But the little girl who hasn't grown up yet and is full of innocence.

"Do you want to work again? I mean normal." Harry asked solemnly.

"Yes, I think." Joyce said in a deep breath, and countless speculations flashed through his mind, as the other party would propose harsh conditions, or humiliate himself again.

"There is only one rule here, boss = restricted area." Harry wrote these two points on the blackboard and used three lines to amplify this point below.

"That is to say, nothing related to him cannot be reported, even if he went for a walk, had a meal, or walked his dog this morning..."

Joyce had an incredible look on his hands, smiling in his eyes as if he was saying, ‘Where am I, or is I free and just America?’

"You want to work, and that's what it means... He doesn't walk the dog, there are breeders doing it for him... There are 8 people taking care of his pets." Harry closed the documents and left with a smile.

Harry has done everything he should say, and what he shouldn't say is, and what Joyce will do next depends on her own choice.

Harry actually had some expectations, hoping that she was the kind of smart person she thought, so that they still had the possibility of working together.

"Charlie, are you going to have dinner together tonight?" After the day's work, Harry wanted to meet him and talk about the next progress.

Unfortunately, Li Zitao has no time to go. Tonight, no one is in New York, but in the gymnasium in Los Angeles.

The White Sox will play here tonight, and he will come here with his family to watch it, and by the way, motivate the players to show their better side.

The White Sox has performed amazingly in recent years, but it is still excluded from the International League, which requires more effort and time.

In sports competitions, fake competitions have become the norm, but this is true for various sports competition leagues to strengthen management and crackdowns at the same time.

It includes opening formal and legal gambling, increasing athletes' treatment and salary, and carrying out commercial operations, making sports more valuable.

The White Sox is a victim of the times, just in time to catch up with the barrier and become the chicken that warned the monkey, so it also has to pay more.

However, Li Zitao is quite satisfied with the current situation.

At least in the domestic arena, the White Sox has few opponents and is re-seeking and welcomed by fans.

On the court, Li Zitao did not see one-sided cheers, and the embarrassing situation of "booing" in the audience did not appear again.

"How does the game look?" Li Zitao applauded and looked at the twins as the batsmen rushed to home plate and the audience cheered.

"It looks good, but it's less direct confrontation with rugby... passion." Mason and Aiden agreed, which is rare.

"It seems that you don't plan to change your sports." Li Zitao heard them complain that the current competition is getting more and more boring.

"It's a plan, but not a baseball." Aiden looked at his younger brother and decided to confess their plans to his father.

Form a new basketball league, form a team of your own, and then lead it to dominate the country.

"Have you found the right partner?" Basketball is really an interesting choice, and Li Zitao almost forgot about NBA.

In the 1940s, basketball had too little influence.

People like baseball, hockey, polo, rugby, football, but they don't have the status of basketball.

There is only one minor league in the United States, NBL, and only eight teams, which in most people think it is more like self-entertainment.

In NCAA, basketball is not valued, and rugby holds absolute dominance and no sport can match it.

"Have you thought about it? You should know that the whole NCAA is looking forward to you playing. Yale's coach came to the house in person twice..."

This is rare and valuable for any student. Someone in NCAA has predicted that the college league will be dominated by a school team with twins in the next four years.
Chapter completed!