Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

The next morning, Portia was preparing breakfast for Chen Zhao.

Sam and Vicari are back.

"Sir, I still didn't find anything last night."

"Well, go get yourself something to eat, and then go and rest." Chen Zhao said calmly.

"Then let's go find food first." After all, Sam and Vicari had been watching for a whole night, and they were both very tired.

Chen Zhao was halfway through eating when he suddenly stopped.

Portia looked at Chen Zhao's paused movements.

I thought maliciously in my heart, this guy couldn't be choked.

Chen Zhao suddenly started eating again.

Portia secretly cried out that it was a pity.

"Portia, are you cursing me in your heart?"

"Ah...no." Portia was in a panic and frightened at the same time.

How does he know what he is thinking?

"I……"

"Do you know the reporter?" Chen Zhao asked.

Portia was still thinking about how to explain to Chen Zhao a moment ago.

In the next second, Chen Zhao had already changed the topic.

"ah?"

"Reporter, a local reporter in New Orleans."

"I don't know. I'm going to Los Angeles after graduation."

"Can you contact a reporter from a local TV station or newspaper in New Orleans?"

"Boss, why are you looking for reporters?"

The contact can be made, but if there is no reason, then Portia doesn't know how to contact her.

Should I call the other person and say, Hey, my boss wants to see you.

People will only think that they are crazy.

"Help me apply for some bearer bank cards, deposit 50,000 US dollars in some cards, 100,000 US dollars in some cards, 500,000 in some cards, and withdraw some cash for me." Chen Zhao said.

"How much cash do you need?"

"Two hundred thousand dollars is enough."

"Then what?"

"Then all reporters who are willing to come will be given 10,000 U.S. dollars. If we can find the boss or editor-in-chief of the newspaper, we can give him 100,000 U.S. dollars first. If 100,000 U.S. dollars is not enough, we will give him 200,000 U.S. dollars. If 200,000 U.S. dollars is not enough, we will give him 50,000 U.S. dollars." Ten thousand U.S. dollars."

Portia looked at Chen Zhao with a look that looked at a lunatic.

"In what name?"

"Didn't I say that as long as reporters are willing to come, I will give them $10,000 in cash? No other reason is needed."

Portia was so angry that she had nothing to say.

"What media do I need to contact?"

"It can be from TV stations or newspapers," Chen Zhao said.

"Okay, let me contact you."

Portia had no choice but to go to a local newspaper first.

The newspaper has some local popularity.

However, the sales volume is not large, and the circulation of each issue of the newspaper is only about 10,000 copies.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for the editor-in-chief of your newspaper." Portia said.

"Who are you? Do you have an appointment with the editor-in-chief?"

"No, but I believe your editor-in-chief will meet with me." Portia said as calmly as possible, and her tone was as arrogant as possible.

The receptionist looked at Portia and did not dare to look down upon her for a moment.

He picked up the phone and dialed the editor-in-chief's internal number.

Let’s talk about the situation here.

Not long after, a man in his fifties came out.

"I'm Hamson, the editor-in-chief here, who are you?"

Hamson looked at Portia, and he was sure he didn't recognize Portia.

However, the high profile shown by Portia made him appear quite cautious.

"Mr. Hamson, can I go to your office and talk?"

Hamson thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Please."

When he arrived at the office, Hamson couldn't help but ask: "Miss, what do you call me?"

"You can call me Portia." Portia took out a bank card: "This is an anonymous bank card with one hundred thousand dollars in it, and the password is 123456."

Hamson's eyelids twitched and he did not pick up the bank card: "Miss Portia, what does this mean?"

"My boss wants to see you. He said that as long as you are willing to see him, then this card is yours."

"Your boss?"

"Yes."

"Who is your boss?"

"A rich man."

Hamson was hesitant. Even though he was the editor-in-chief of a newspaper, his annual income was only about $60,000.

The money on this card is almost equivalent to his two years' income.

To say that I am not moved would be a lie.

It's just that he is a little worried, not knowing who the other party is and what requests he will make.

"What does your boss want from me?"

"I think I want to ask you to publish a message or something. I don't know the details."

Just publishing some news? It seems that this is not difficult.

However, Hamson still did not 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's specific requirements are. I just came to you according to our boss's requirements."

"Where does your boss live?"

"At the Hilton."

"Isn't your boss a native of New Orleans?"

"no."

Hamson was originally worried that the other party would meet in some remote place.

If it was a place like this, Hamson would never go.

Since we are at the Hilton Hotel, there should be no danger.

"Okay." Hamson finally nodded and agreed, looking at the bank card in Portia's hand and not taking the initiative to get it.

Portia took the initiative to put the bank card into his hand.

"By the way, do you know the director or owner of the TV station?" Portia asked.

after an hour--

In Hamson's office, Hamson's expression was a little stiff.

Because he called his old friend Leberg over, and Portia handed him $100,000.

Leberg didn't accept it, so Portia changed her bank card for another two hundred thousand dollars.

When Leberg still didn't accept it, Portia stuffed another bank card worth half a million dollars.

Asked the same as him, go to the Hilton Hotel to meet Portia's boss.

Hamson regretted a little. He felt that he had agreed too readily just now.

If I were more reserved, could I get a higher price?

Leberg, who is the station's chairman, caved.

But he is a manager, not the owner of the TV station.

He is considered a wealthy man himself, but he is definitely not a rich man.

Under Portia's money offensive, he quickly surrendered.

Portia takes the two of them to the Hilton Hotel.

Portia didn't know what made Chen Zhao crazy.

But just now was the happiest time she had ever spent money in her life.

And it wasn't her money that was spent, so she didn't feel any heartache at all.

She had no idea of ​​helping Chen Zhao save money.

Anyway, according to Chen Zhao's request, just use money to throw it at him.

If you don't agree, just throw money, and then throw money... and keep throwing money.

Portia suddenly liked her job a little bit.

No, to be precise, I like the pleasure of spending money.

She finally understood how rich people felt.

"Boss, the person you are looking for has been found."