The next morning, Portia was preparing breakfast for Chen.m.x.

Sam and Vikari are back.

"Sir, I found nothing last night."

"Well, go get some food by yourself and then go and rest." Chen Tanran said.

"Then let's go find something to eat first." Sam and Vikari were surveillance for a night after all, and were very tired.

Chen stopped halfway through eating.

Portia looked at Chen's pause.

He thought maliciously in his heart, this guy wouldn't have choked.

Chen suddenly started to eat again.

Portia secretly complained that it was a pity.

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

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

How did he know what he was thinking?

"I……"

"Do you know the reporter?" Chen asked.

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

The next second, Chen had already changed the topic.

"ah?"

"Reporter, local reporters in New Orleans."

"I don't know each other, I'll go to Los Angeles after graduation."

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

"Boss, what are you doing with reporters?"

Contact is something that can be contacted, but if there is no reason, then Portia doesn't know how to contact.

Did you call the other party and say, Hello, my boss wants to see you?

People just think they are crazy.

"Help me get a few unnamed bank cards, deposit a few cards with 50,000 US dollars, deposit a few cards with 100,000 US dollars, deposit a few cards with 500,000 US dollars, and then withdraw some cash for me." Chen said.

“How much cash is needed?”

"Two hundred thousand dollars will be fine."

"Then what?"

"Then the reporters who are willing to come will all send 10,000 US dollars. If they can find the boss or editor-in-chief of the newspaper, they will give him a hundred thousand dollars first. If a hundred thousand is not enough, it will be 200,000 US dollars, and if a hundred thousand is not enough, it will be 500,000 US dollars."

Portia looked at Chen with a look of a psychopath.

"In what name?"

"I didn't say that as long as the reporters who are willing to come, they will send 10,000 US dollars in cash, and there is no need for any other reason."

Portia was so angry that she had nothing to say.

“What media do you need to contact?”

"Both television stations and newspapers are fine," Chen said.

"Okay, I'll contact you."

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

This newspaper has some popularity in the local area.

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

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"I'll find the editor-in-chief of your newspaper." Portia said.

"Who are you? Have you made an appointment with the editor-in-chief?"

"No, but I believe your editor will meet me." Portia said as calm as possible, and her tone was as arrogant as possible.

The front desk looked at Portia and did not dare to underestimate her for a moment.

Pick up the phone and dialed the editor-in-chief's insider.

Say the situation here again.

Soon, a man in his fifties came out.

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

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

However, Portia's high posture made him look quite cautious.

"Mr. Hamson, can you talk to your office?"

Hamson thought for a while and nodded, "Please."

When he arrived at the office, Hamson couldn't help but ask: "Miss, what's the name?"

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

Hamson's eyelids twitched and he didn't go to pick up the bank card: "Miss Portia, what does this mean?"

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

"Your boss?"

"Yes."

"Who is your boss?"

"A rich man."

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

The money of this card is almost equivalent to his income for two years.

To say that you are not moved is a lie.

But he was a little worried, not knowing who the other party was or what requests he would make.

"What did your boss ask me for?"

"I think I'm going to ask you to publish a message or something, but I don't know the specific ones."

Is it just a message published? It seems that this is not a difficult task.

But Hamson still did not agree immediately.

"If your boss wants to advertise, you can contact our newspaper's advertising department."

"I don't know what the boss has specifically requested. I just come to you according to our boss's request."

"Where does your boss live?"

“At the Hilton Hotel.”

“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 were such a place, Hamson would never go there.

Since it's at the Hilton Hotel, there should be no danger.

"Yes." Hamson finally nodded and agreed, looking at the bank card in Portia's hand, he did not take the initiative to get it.

Portia took the initiative to stuff the bank card into his hands.

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

One hour later

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

Because he called his old friend Leberg, Portia directly gave him 100,000 dollars.

Leberg refused to accept it, and Portia changed another bank card worth $200,000.

Leberg didn't accept it yet, and Portia stuffed another bank card worth $500,000.

As he asked to go to the Hilton Hotel to meet the owner of Portia.

Hamson regretted it a little, and he felt that he had agreed just now was too refreshing.
To be continued...