Leberg and Hamson were both a little surprised when they saw Chen Zhao.

They didn't expect to be Asian.

"This is Mr. Hamson, editor-in-chief of New Orleans Pioneer Newspaper, and this is Mr. Leberg, chairman of New Orleans Channel."

"Sir, I wonder what you are asking us for?" Hamson asked.

Chen Zhao looked at Portia. When Portia saw Chen Zhao's look, she knew that Chen Zhao was going to drive her out again.

Although she was very curious about what Chen Zhao wanted to say to them.

However, Portia turned around and left with all his duty.

"Close the door by the way."

Portia really wants to say, I am not your maid.

Unfortunately, Chen Zhao didn't give her this opportunity at all.

"Mr. Hamson, Mr. Leberg, I would like to ask you to help me send a message on your respective media, of course, for a fee."

"What's the news?"

"Have you heard of the haunted toll station on the Sibrook Coast Highway?" Chen Zhao asked.

Both of them are in the media, so of course they have heard of this rumor.

But they didn't understand what Chen Zhao meant to say.

"Sir, I don't understand, what does this have to do with what you said," Hamson asked.

"I hope you guys report this news and claim that someone has been attacked here and died."

"You want to use this to create social panic?" Leberg asked with a frown.

"No, I have my purpose."

"I refuse, I will never broadcast such irresponsible false news." Leberg said firmly.

"One million dollars." Chen Zhao said.

"I..." Leberg hesitated.

"Two million dollars."

"This..." Leberg hesitated.

"Five million dollars."

"Mr. Chen, you have to understand that we need to take a lot of risks for this kind of news." Leberg looked at Chen Zhao with his eyes flashing.

"The door is there, please, I'd better find a few big TV stations." Chen Zhao said indifferently.

Just kidding, he is still fighting with himself for five million dollars.

Who did he think he was?

It's just a small local TV station.

The market value of New Orleans Channel is not necessarily $10 million.

He has already offered $5 million, and he is still here with five and six.

Leberg suddenly felt embarrassed and said awkwardly: "Mr. Chen, I mean, I have actually heard of this before, so I think we should shoot some clips in order to ensure the authenticity of the news."

Hamson glanced at his old friend, he was such an unprincipled old guy.

"Mr. Chen, my requirements are not high, two million US dollars, I will give you a large page and publish this news for three consecutive days."

"Yes." Chen Zhao did not bargain: "But the bigger the incident, the better, the more people know, the better. Of course, I hope no third person will know the truth about this matter except you two."

"I see."

They accepted Chen Zhao's money.

If others report false news, it will be even less beneficial to them.

Chen Zhao had nothing to do, but they would definitely be in trouble.

"Posia, come in."

Portia pushed the door open and came in: "Boss."

"Go to apply for two bearer-name bank cards, one deposits five million US dollars and one deposits two million US dollars."

Portia glanced at the two old men.

It seems they have agreed.

Although I don't know what they were talking about.

But it's certain.

The content of their conversation will definitely appear in tomorrow's news.

This is also what Chen Zhao thought of.

If Sam and Vikari fail to find out.

Then he deliberately created a supernatural event and then attracted the psychic to go.

Of course, if it is just the previous market rumors.

It may not necessarily attract psychics.

But if it comes to the media news.

Then the local psychics will definitely be able to know about this.

The price offered by Chen Zhao is not to mention the local small TV stations and tabloids.

Even first-tier media groups can bribe.

But that would not be good for Chen Zhao.

After all, what Chen Zhao wants to attract is the local psychic in New Orleans.

Not psychics across the United States.

Of course, if this trick still doesn't work.

Then Chen Zhao has a third move.

Of course, the second move is already quite a scam.

Chen Zhao really didn't want to use the third move.

Chen Zhao is waiting for news now.

"Boss, there is a gym in the hotel. You can go to the gym to exercise, and you don't have to exercise in your room every day."

“Is there a gym in the hotel?”

Chen Zhao just knew it: "Then accompany me to the gym."

Portia didn't want to go, but there was nothing he could do.

Chen Zhao asked her to accompany her, but she had to accompany her.

In fact, Portia is good-looking.

Although it cannot be said to be charming, at least the appearance is above the average.

But I just don't have any makeup on all day, with my hair tied up and thick glasses.

He dressed himself up as a three-no-no-woman.

In fact, just think about it and a woman who is willing to develop towards Hollywood.

How could the appearance be too bad?

And Chen Zhao once looked at Portia's glasses.

She was flat glass, not height count glasses at all.

Chen Zhao probably thought she was preventing harassment in the workplace.

But Chen Zhao really didn't expect it.

Portia is wrapped tightly on weekdays.

After putting on the sportswear, I was so informative.

Chen Zhao looked at Portia while undulating dumbbells.

"Posia, do you have no money to buy clothes? Or do I sponsor you some, and you can change your usual outfit?"

If Portia could dress up a little bit every day, Chen Zhao would also be pleasing to the eye.

"No." Portia turned her head with a dark face: "In addition, your words have constituted harassment, and I have the right to accuse you."

"Okay okay." Chen Zhao shrugged helplessly.

At this moment, a burly man came over.
To be continued...