Bucunxi's tenderness was only pinched by the man in his heart, and his eyes were subconsciously intentional. Xiaoxin probably was a little scared. Only then did he realize that Mr. Zhao was definitely not a humble gentleman. His previous gentle actions were mostly pretending. A few words to coax her to relax and fear. Zhao Daxi rubbed her pink face a few more times. Then he took back his big hand without hesitation, and Zhu Cunxi's face had already turned red.

Zhao Daxi glanced at the watch again and said to Musheng: "You have three seconds to think about it."

After counting down to the end in his heart, Zhu Cunxi gritted his teeth and nodded. Zhao Daxi whistled with satisfaction. His thoughts at this time were very practical, and he was just creating momentum. Since he had no say in American society, it would be impossible to make a spokesperson first. I just wanted to be as shameless as Son, and I also wanted to make a few flowers from the North Mountain to please the foreigners.

The lively beauty in front of her suddenly spoke again: "I still have a request, I won't sleep with you!"

As soon as he said this, Xiao Dong and the others almost fell down at the door. Zhao Daxi slapped her little head in anger.

When Zhu Cunxi was photographed instinctively shrinking his neck, he touched his little head with dissatisfaction and muttered: "I'm so pretty first, how can I know if you like me?"

Zhao Daxi was so amused and cried. He laughed and scolded me with annoyance, and there were so many beautiful women around me, so I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you, a wild girl.

Although Zhu Cunxi's face was a little blushed, he was still stubborn: "This is not good. Who knows what you rich people think?"

Zhao Daxiyong was lazy and talked nonsense to her. He turned on the computer and waved her to the table to discuss how to write reports so as to maximize the benefits generated by these photos. Zhao Daxi finally found an opportunity to ask Chinese-American journalists with good professional qualities to ask some tips for writing English reports. When it comes to his professional field, Zhu Cunxi's waist is thin and straight, and he looks very proud.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the hotel room.

Yuko Tanaka supported her chin and read the full article. She also expressed her own opinion: "I don't like these words. It will seem too mysterious."

Zhu Cunxi was struggling for a while and firmly tore off the printing paper. He completely overturned and rewritten it. Even Xiao Dong saw that he scratched his hair. He had been busy for the afternoon and tore it up. It wouldn't be so good. Zhao Daxi secretly praised him when he saw it. He did not read the wrong person. If she was not such a serious person, she might not have been willing to use her. At this time, Tanaka Yuko finally showed the advantage of high education and must write a good article about reading pictures and telling stories.

For Mr. Margo Luo, a popular candidate for Deputy Speaker of the Senate and a hero of the US Air Force, such a report is enough to ruin his political future. When things come to an end, Zhu Cunxi felt a little guilty: "Are you sure you want to do this? Why don't we ask Mr. Margo to talk about it and put forward some conditions?" I think as long as it is not too excessive, he will agree. You must know that he is a big celebrity in the Republican Party and a hero in the minds of all American children."

Zhao Daxi's attitude was still very calm: "What do you mean is that I want to blackmail me, the future deputy speaker of the US Senate?"

Zhu Cunxi also knew that this proposal was too stupid. Writing articles to expose evil in American society is one thing, and extortion is another thing. Blackmailing a popular US Congress member who holds great power is definitely a very stupid thing. Writing articles to discredit him is another thing, not only reasonable and legal, but also respected. Zhao Daxi silently thought to himself that he was sorry for Ma Ge Guangsheng. For my long-term consideration, it can only make you feel a little wronged.

The next morning, the hotel room.

Zhao Daxi woke up with an injustice and turned her to bed. She saw that Zhu Cunxi was already asleep on the table at the computer desk. After rubbing her nose, she still picked her up and went to the bed. She picked her up and realized that this beauty was really heavy. After she fell asleep, she still made a cute little cry, which made Zhao Daxi laugh and cry. She grabbed the printing paper on the computer desk and looked at it for a while, and naturally showed a satisfied expression. She wrote well.

Xiao Dong also turned over and sat up on the sofa, and came over to see the oral formation. Of course, he couldn't understand English.

He also had his unique angle and muttered in a low voice: "Brother Zhao, I think this girl is quite reasonable. It would be better to ask that member of Congress to come out to talk to him. Since we have grasped the handle of this person, it would be better to just let him come forward to settle it for us?"

Zhao Daxi was still watching the article and said casually: "You have watched too many movies. He is a poor boy from the Air Force ace pilot. You think he has been in his life."

Xiao Dong also knew that his knowledge was far inferior to Brother Zhao. He shrank his neck and stopped talking.

Zhao Daxi was in a bad mood and mentioned him a few more words: "You kid remember it for me. When you arrive in the United States, you must abide by the rules of the game in American society. Americans are not Japanese. What is better for Americans than Japanese is that Americans claim to be just, so if you want to stay on Wall Street, you should never stand against justice."

Xiao Dong still disagreed: "What justice? Even a scumbag like Henry is worthy of talking about justice?"

Zhao Daxi smiled and patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Boy has grown up, you have said the key point. Otherwise, what is a double moral standard? Americans can tolerate an old ruffian like Henry. They can also selectively blindness and allow him to blackmail Asians, but they will never tolerate foreigners like us to blackmail a US Congressman."

When Xiao Dong heard the guilty and bowed his head, he was surprised that Brother Zhao's words were actually quite incisive.

At 2 p.m., the editor-in-chief of the New York Times.

Zhao Daxi nodded slightly and gave him an encouraging look. Zhu Cunxi gritted her teeth and entered the editor-in-chief's office. She had thirty seconds to convince the editor-in-chief of the New York Times. After thirty seconds, there was still no movement inside. Zhao Daxi knew in her heart that the matter was done.

A subordinate next to him scratched his hair and couldn't help but whisper: "Hey, a newspaper as big as the New York Times, really dares to smear the celebrities in Congress?"

Before Zhao Daxi could speak, Tanaka Yuko, who had never spoken much, chuckled softly: "Magoluo is a Republican celebrity, and the New York Times is a Democratic newspaper. What's there to dare to do?"

Xiao Dong and his group were embarrassed and knew that they were all tied together in such matters. I'm afraid they were just a little comprehension. If you say that Brother Zhao is the most powerful in such matters, he can often make the situation analyze clearly. With Brother Zhao's ability in the war era, he must be an invincible piece of material. Half an hour later, Zhu Cunxi pushed the door out, and looked happy and made a victory gesture to the side.

Zhao Daxi felt relieved and went back to the hotel to celebrate. The first step of this public relations plan is to go out. Everything is difficult at the beginning, and it is much easier to go out. On the second day, 08 Shanxun Shu posted the front page of the umbrella Times, and published a large number of shocking news. The hero Magoluo, a hero from the Republic, was still on the runway of the Bali Airport in the morning, and he was still flying back to his home in New Jersey with his family on his Gulfstream 200 private plane.

Among the hundreds of American compatriots who were still under him, one third were children and one third were women. Among them, a pregnant black woman was thrown into poverty for rescue and lost her seven-month-old fetus. More than a dozen photos occupied a large area, and public opinion was naturally in an uproar. The image of an American hero that Magoluo worked hard to manage was completely ruined.

An American hero carefully created by the Republican Party, who became a deserter after the disaster, was even more embarrassing than escaping on the battlefield. Even President Bush was disgraceful and urgently summoned Margoluo. It was too late to apologize at this time, and it was so turbulent that it was too much trouble.

Chinese female journalist Zhu Cunxi became famous overnight and became the darling of major political commentary programs. She was officially hired by the New York Times. Some famous political critics even believed that this Chinese female journalist could be regarded as a soldier who made great contributions, and the deep influence of the membership may even change the trend of the mid-term congressional elections. The Democratic Party, who just lost the election, exaggeratedly exposes the heroes. The New York Times Chinese female journalist Zhu Cunxi absorbs the Democratic Party and trains it as an elite party member.

A week later, New Jersey.

The off-road vehicle was parked in front of the beach villa. Zhao Daxi got off the car and took a few glances, and casually took a bunch of keys in his hand. Zhu Cunxi, dressed in professional women's clothing, has been in the limelight in the past two days, and has almost been on political and argumentative programs across the United States. He has become famous overnight. A group of people entered the spacious villa. Zhao Daxi looked at the invincible sea view outside the window, and vaguely recalled the tragic situation during the Indian Ocean tsunami.

The feeling in my heart was also a bit subtle. If it weren't for that tsunami, he wouldn't have encountered Magoluo, nor would he have had these wonderful after-shows.

Zhu Cunxi's giggle came from behind: "This villa was not given to me, right?"

Zhao Daxi looked back at her and smiled kindly: "As a famous reporter, there should be a famous reporter's shelf. Even the clothes in the cabinet and the cars outside are all yours."

Although Zhu Cunxi was prepared, Xiuli was worried: "What do you want me to do? I don't want you to do if I ask you but I don't want to say that, I can't ask you so many benefits in vain."

Zhao Daxixin wrote a US dollar check for her. He then patted her tender shoulders twice with kindness.

I still disagree with my attitude of speaking: "Be your famous reporter, I won't let you suffer anyway."

This Chinese beauty is really brave. She smiled at him playfully, then jumped to the yard to check the swimming pool. Zhao Daxi also sat down on the sofa with her legs crossed, picked up the apple on the table and took a bite. What happened to Xiao Dongji beside her? People looked at him and couldn't figure it out, so they simply didn't think about it. Anyway, Brother Zhao's mind was always something that others could not guess.

While eating apples, Nalan Qing pushed the door and sent a summons over with a ugly face. The Japanese formally entrusted the US-listed investigation agency to investigate whether the controlling shareholder illegally manipulates the company, whether there are several serious crimes such as abuse of power to dismiss 200,000 Japanese employees, infringement of the interests of small and medium shareholders and the company. The hearing will be held in the institutional arbitration hall in a week later.

Zhao Daxi was not surprised. Of course, the Japanese had to bite back if they suffered a big loss. It would be abnormal if they didn't bite back.

Nalan Qing looked ugly and a little frustrated: "The current situation is very unfavorable to us. Once any of the crimes are convicted, the worst result will be taken away by you, and the company will be taken over and liquidated by the United States. According to relevant laws on the US financial market, the new SoftBank may eventually fall into the hands of the Japanese government."

Zhao Daxi was not even surprised. His godson suffered a loss and of course he would come forward to protect his shortcomings, and he would never be cheaper.

When Dong heard that his face turned dark, he couldn't help but scold: "Isn't this a joint bullying? Japanese and Americans wear the same pair of pants?"

Nalan Qing looked up at him, her eyes darkened again: "Otherwise, the 200,000 SoftBank employees who were fired will force the Koizumi cabinet to shook off. If you were Japanese, would you swallow this?"

Xiao Dong was so anxious that his face turned red: "But the layoffs were signed and agreed by Miss Tanaka. Miss Tanaka is also considered the full representative of the Japanese side, right?"

Nalan Qing felt even more depressed and said helplessly: "You are talking about the key point. The Tokyo District Court of Japan has just made a verdict, convicting Miss Tanaka's treason and demanding extradition back to Japan for trial."

Zhao Daxi's face was still very calm, Xiao Dong's face was almost purple: "This is too much, it's not obvious that it's bullying!"

Zhao Daxi, who had not spoken, finally snorted coldly and grinned: "The dog is anxious and biting people. Did you know the Japanese on the first day?"

Dong's face turned red and couldn't speak. It was right to think about it. It was not the first day that he met the Japanese. This was a mad dog that was so anxious that he bit people everywhere. He sentenced Yuko Tanaka to a serious crime of treason. It is conceivable that the verdict will be announced a week later. The possibility of the new SoftBank being taken over is definitely more than 90%.

After working so long, the old leader said it to him, and it is very likely that he would have made wedding dresses for others. Maybe he would have to get in the Beishan Communication. The atmosphere in the room was dull. It was a shame that Zhao Daxi was in a good mood and could still finish the last few bites of apples. Xiao Dong and Nalan Jing looked at each other and were not as good as him. No matter how capable President Zhao was, he was clearly strangled by the US and Japanese governments. He was probably in danger of being in a joint battle. However, Zhao Daxi's face remained unchanged. He got up and called Zhu Cunxi, who was playing in the water by the swimming pool outside, and took out a lot of information from her briefcase, giving her a look, and she saw Xiao Dong and Nalan Qing at the same time.

Zhao Daxi's face gradually turned dark, and his attitude was cold: "I have completely digested SoftBank technology, the production line and factory have been moved back to China, and the market orders are all in our hands. What can I lose? I, Zhao, can still lose some cash. I, the new SoftBank, have been ruined by the scandal. Everyone can play the game to the death."

Even Zhu Cunxi, who was reading the information, was sweating in his heart when he heard it, and he knew that what Mr. Zhao could not get was not cheap. If he really blew his own scandal in the New York Times, the New SoftBank would be completely destroyed overnight. The Japanese were famously cruel. This person was even more cruel than the Japanese.
Chapter completed!