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Chapter 376
**Chapter 375: Newspaper Agency Renamed, The Providence Journal!**
Seeing that the visitor was well-dressed, and neither his demeanor nor speech seemed like that of an ordinary person, the receptionist dared not show any neglect. He quickly extended his right hand inwards and said respectfully, "No problem, please follow me."
Afterwards, led by the receptionist, Xia Shang passed through the Corridor and arrived in front of an Office door.
"During this time, Mr. Camille should be working inside," the receptionist said while gently knocking on the door.
"Please come in," a steady and powerful voice sounded from the other side of the door.
"You two talk. Feel free to find me anytime if you need anything." The receptionist held the doorknob, slowly pushed the door open, waited until Xia Shang entered the Office, then thoughtfully closed the door.
Just after walking in, the first thing that entered Xia Shang's eyes was a wall full of suggestive posters, the scale of which was astonishing, leaving one dumbfounded. Secondly, sitting behind the desk, with his legs crossed, was a middle-aged man holding a cigar in his mouth and appreciating photos. The man looked quite gaunt, like sugarcane that had been squeezed dry of water. A normally sized black suit appeared somewhat loose on him.
"What do you need me for?" Camille took the cigar out of his mouth, raised his head, exhaled a puff of smoke, and there was a hint of doubt in the gaze he directed at Xia Shang.
"Do you primarily deal in celebrity gossip, or business and finance?"
Xia Shang looked around and asked curiously.
"Anyway, this isn't a political newspaper," Camille picked up the cigar again and began puffing smoke. "As long as it can attract attention and has some controversial content, it will appear in my newspaper. What is it? Do you have something valuable on hand? Don't worry, everyone who knows me knows I am generous; I will give you a price you can't refuse."
You should know, the newspaper industry is currently on the rise. In Los Angeles alone, there are at least hundreds of newspapers of various sizes. Although printing newspapers is like printing cash, the profits are extremely generous, but at the same time, competition is also particularly fierce, thus giving rise to the so-called private investigator. Some private investigators can even get rich with a sexy photo of Marie Moreau.
Of course, the premise is that the photo is private enough and has not been circulated.
So Camille mistakenly thought Xia Shang was also one of the private investigators. After all, Xia Shang looked like a young master from the upper class of the United States. Guys like this usually have access to many things outsiders don't, things the public is very interested in.
Occasionally, when they need money, they'll exchange these things for US dollars. Camille was already used to this, but it must be said, he liked doing business with these types of people the most, because by only spending a small amount of money, he could sell tens or even millions more newspapers.
"I'm not here to sell things, I'm here to buy things."
Xia Shang said with a smile.
"Buy things? Buy what?" Camille frowned and said impatiently.
"Your Newspaper Agency." Xia Shang looked into Camille's eyes and at the same time extended his right hand towards the other party.
Camille just wanted to call someone to kick out this arrogant and crazy person in front of him, but his voice was stuck in his throat and couldn't come out. The next second, he stood up with a blank expression, walked in front of Xia Shang, and shook the hand Xia Shang had extended. "Mr. Jervis, it is my honor to hand over the Newspaper Agency to you. Welcome to being my boss."
Xia Shang smiled, released his hand, brushed past Camille, and sat down in the Office chair that originally belonged to Camille.
Immediately after, Camille summoned all the employees. In front of them, under everyone's surprised gaze, he announced that the Newspaper Agency would henceforth be taken over by Xia Shang and renamed The Providence Journal.
Over the next week, quite a few people chose to cancel their subscriptions because the newspaper changed its name, but the vast majority of subscribers didn't care about this at all. After all, the newspaper's content hadn't changed; it was just a name change. Moreover, The Providence Journal sounded pretty good, and the price even dropped a bit. Compared to other newspapers, it could practically be considered economical and affordable.
The Providence Journal Newspaper Agency, Club President Office. Xia Shang sat at the desk, holding a list of newspapers and lost in thought.
"How much money would it cost to acquire them?" He used a pen to circle a few small Newspaper Agencies on the list, then asked Camille, who was standing nearby.
Camille thought for a moment and replied, "You'd need to prepare at least five million US dollars to have a chance of acquiring them."
Five million... Xia Shang leaned back in his chair. He couldn't come up with that much money. To be honest, he only had thirty thousand US dollars on him, which didn't include the Newspaper Agency's money.
"Find any excuse and help me arrange a meeting with all the owners of these Newspaper Agencies circled on the list." You have to take things one step at a time. Xia Shang deeply understood this principle; making too big a stir all at once could easily attract the attention of the US Government.
Xia Shang wasn't afraid that the US Government would cause him trouble; he just didn't want to provoke the US Government again like Magneto did. In case the Sentinels were developed ahead of schedule, then this timeline he was in would disappear.
The risk was too great; Xia Shang didn't want to take it.
"I'll go do it now." Camille took the list, turned, and left the Office.
"Now it's your turn to perform."
Xia Shang faced forward, but behind him, two streams of black liquid flowed out, liquid like oil. They gathered on the left and right sides of the Office chair respectively. After wriggling and expanding, they quickly took on human form. Behind one of them, a Stars and Stripes flag was raised, revealing a sunny and confident smile, while the other person wore a black trench coat, with a solemn expression, giving off a feeling of being stern and humorless.
"Go make a fuss, the bigger the stir, the better."
Xia Shang believed that in the United States, hero stories always have a market.
He got up and walked out of the Office, came to the editorial department, found Editor-in-Chief Cyprian, and instructed him, "Publish a recruitment notice on the newspaper page. Preferably Researchers skilled in genetics, or those related to genetics are also acceptable, such as doctors of biology or similar. Starting salary of fifty thousand US dollars, with no upper limit. Oh, and say we are recruiting for a pharmaceutical company."
"How much space should we use? Too much might cause dissatisfaction among subscribers," Cyprian asked.
"A small section is enough."
After giving these instructions, Xia Shang began to continue his acquisition path. However, this time he wasn't targeting Newspaper Agencies, but pharmaceutical companies. Of course, just like before, he still chose a pharmaceutical company that wasn't very famous but had complete equipment and personnel, and renamed it Jervis Pharmaceuticals.
He first brainwashed several key Researchers, then handed them the formula for Compound V, and had them develop the finished product at the fastest speed.
"The formula is very complex, and some raw materials are within the jurisdiction of the US Government. But as long as you're willing to pay money, they can still be obtained. It's just that developing the Compound V mentioned above will probably take at least three months, or even more than half a year." Dr. Alec looked at the formula in his hand and seemed a bit troubled.
(End of Chapter)
Seeing that the visitor was well-dressed, and neither his demeanor nor speech seemed like that of an ordinary person, the receptionist dared not show any neglect. He quickly extended his right hand inwards and said respectfully, "No problem, please follow me."
Afterwards, led by the receptionist, Xia Shang passed through the Corridor and arrived in front of an Office door.
"During this time, Mr. Camille should be working inside," the receptionist said while gently knocking on the door.
"Please come in," a steady and powerful voice sounded from the other side of the door.
"You two talk. Feel free to find me anytime if you need anything." The receptionist held the doorknob, slowly pushed the door open, waited until Xia Shang entered the Office, then thoughtfully closed the door.
Just after walking in, the first thing that entered Xia Shang's eyes was a wall full of suggestive posters, the scale of which was astonishing, leaving one dumbfounded. Secondly, sitting behind the desk, with his legs crossed, was a middle-aged man holding a cigar in his mouth and appreciating photos. The man looked quite gaunt, like sugarcane that had been squeezed dry of water. A normally sized black suit appeared somewhat loose on him.
"What do you need me for?" Camille took the cigar out of his mouth, raised his head, exhaled a puff of smoke, and there was a hint of doubt in the gaze he directed at Xia Shang.
"Do you primarily deal in celebrity gossip, or business and finance?"
Xia Shang looked around and asked curiously.
"Anyway, this isn't a political newspaper," Camille picked up the cigar again and began puffing smoke. "As long as it can attract attention and has some controversial content, it will appear in my newspaper. What is it? Do you have something valuable on hand? Don't worry, everyone who knows me knows I am generous; I will give you a price you can't refuse."
You should know, the newspaper industry is currently on the rise. In Los Angeles alone, there are at least hundreds of newspapers of various sizes. Although printing newspapers is like printing cash, the profits are extremely generous, but at the same time, competition is also particularly fierce, thus giving rise to the so-called private investigator. Some private investigators can even get rich with a sexy photo of Marie Moreau.
Of course, the premise is that the photo is private enough and has not been circulated.
So Camille mistakenly thought Xia Shang was also one of the private investigators. After all, Xia Shang looked like a young master from the upper class of the United States. Guys like this usually have access to many things outsiders don't, things the public is very interested in.
Occasionally, when they need money, they'll exchange these things for US dollars. Camille was already used to this, but it must be said, he liked doing business with these types of people the most, because by only spending a small amount of money, he could sell tens or even millions more newspapers.
"I'm not here to sell things, I'm here to buy things."
Xia Shang said with a smile.
"Buy things? Buy what?" Camille frowned and said impatiently.
"Your Newspaper Agency." Xia Shang looked into Camille's eyes and at the same time extended his right hand towards the other party.
Camille just wanted to call someone to kick out this arrogant and crazy person in front of him, but his voice was stuck in his throat and couldn't come out. The next second, he stood up with a blank expression, walked in front of Xia Shang, and shook the hand Xia Shang had extended. "Mr. Jervis, it is my honor to hand over the Newspaper Agency to you. Welcome to being my boss."
Xia Shang smiled, released his hand, brushed past Camille, and sat down in the Office chair that originally belonged to Camille.
Immediately after, Camille summoned all the employees. In front of them, under everyone's surprised gaze, he announced that the Newspaper Agency would henceforth be taken over by Xia Shang and renamed The Providence Journal.
Over the next week, quite a few people chose to cancel their subscriptions because the newspaper changed its name, but the vast majority of subscribers didn't care about this at all. After all, the newspaper's content hadn't changed; it was just a name change. Moreover, The Providence Journal sounded pretty good, and the price even dropped a bit. Compared to other newspapers, it could practically be considered economical and affordable.
The Providence Journal Newspaper Agency, Club President Office. Xia Shang sat at the desk, holding a list of newspapers and lost in thought.
"How much money would it cost to acquire them?" He used a pen to circle a few small Newspaper Agencies on the list, then asked Camille, who was standing nearby.
Camille thought for a moment and replied, "You'd need to prepare at least five million US dollars to have a chance of acquiring them."
Five million... Xia Shang leaned back in his chair. He couldn't come up with that much money. To be honest, he only had thirty thousand US dollars on him, which didn't include the Newspaper Agency's money.
"Find any excuse and help me arrange a meeting with all the owners of these Newspaper Agencies circled on the list." You have to take things one step at a time. Xia Shang deeply understood this principle; making too big a stir all at once could easily attract the attention of the US Government.
Xia Shang wasn't afraid that the US Government would cause him trouble; he just didn't want to provoke the US Government again like Magneto did. In case the Sentinels were developed ahead of schedule, then this timeline he was in would disappear.
The risk was too great; Xia Shang didn't want to take it.
"I'll go do it now." Camille took the list, turned, and left the Office.
"Now it's your turn to perform."
Xia Shang faced forward, but behind him, two streams of black liquid flowed out, liquid like oil. They gathered on the left and right sides of the Office chair respectively. After wriggling and expanding, they quickly took on human form. Behind one of them, a Stars and Stripes flag was raised, revealing a sunny and confident smile, while the other person wore a black trench coat, with a solemn expression, giving off a feeling of being stern and humorless.
"Go make a fuss, the bigger the stir, the better."
Xia Shang believed that in the United States, hero stories always have a market.
He got up and walked out of the Office, came to the editorial department, found Editor-in-Chief Cyprian, and instructed him, "Publish a recruitment notice on the newspaper page. Preferably Researchers skilled in genetics, or those related to genetics are also acceptable, such as doctors of biology or similar. Starting salary of fifty thousand US dollars, with no upper limit. Oh, and say we are recruiting for a pharmaceutical company."
"How much space should we use? Too much might cause dissatisfaction among subscribers," Cyprian asked.
"A small section is enough."
After giving these instructions, Xia Shang began to continue his acquisition path. However, this time he wasn't targeting Newspaper Agencies, but pharmaceutical companies. Of course, just like before, he still chose a pharmaceutical company that wasn't very famous but had complete equipment and personnel, and renamed it Jervis Pharmaceuticals.
He first brainwashed several key Researchers, then handed them the formula for Compound V, and had them develop the finished product at the fastest speed.
"The formula is very complex, and some raw materials are within the jurisdiction of the US Government. But as long as you're willing to pay money, they can still be obtained. It's just that developing the Compound V mentioned above will probably take at least three months, or even more than half a year." Dr. Alec looked at the formula in his hand and seemed a bit troubled.
(End of Chapter)
