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"However, in recent years, The New York Observer has also faced considerable challenges. Due to its witty and humorous writing style and appropriate reporting, the newspaper's content is easily converted into online text and gradually disappears into the internet. According to the latest assessment, the weekly magazine is losing approximately $200 million annually, which is the main reason why its owner, Arthur Carter, chose to sell it."
"But this newspaper is losing money badly. Are you confident that you can turn it around?" Hawke asked again.
"For a newspaper with such a level of credibility to suffer such huge losses, it's clear the former owner was incredibly stupid."
Stella said bluntly:
"When I learned that this newspaper had been losing money, I was so surprised that my jaw almost dropped. Arthur Carter had money but didn't know how to make it, and he was crying poor while holding a mountain of gold. Not to mention how I managed to turn this newspaper around, with the scale that our Ryan Media Group is about to reach, even just relying on the industry chain is enough to bring it back to life."
She held up three fingers:
"Three options: First, leverage the influence of Lane Media Group to expand the newspaper's brand effect, such as through product placement in the Hunger Games movie project; second, build and promote online distribution channels, including Twitter, Facebook, YouTube, and the emerging Snap, all of which can be deeply integrated; third, have Lane Media Group provide exclusive news information to attract more readers and advertisers."
"It seems you have a good plan for how to operate this newspaper after the acquisition, then I'm relieved."
Hawke nodded with a smile.
237 As long as it satisfies Mr. Ryan...
The rise of internet media has severely impacted The New York Observer, resulting in huge losses. However, internet media captures the eyes of young people and the future, while The New York Observer captures the present, because those who truly control social resources are mostly conservative middle-aged and elderly elites.
And these are precisely the readers of The New York Observer. So even if acquiring The New York Observer results in actual losses, it will greatly enhance the brand value of Lane Media Group. From any perspective, Lane Media Group will not lose money on this acquisition; it is a good deal.
"Alright, you go ahead with your work, I won't bother you any longer," Hawke said. "Let's have lunch together."
“Okay, go ahead,” Stella said, “but don’t disturb me while I’m doing business.”
About twenty minutes later, Stella's assistant, with her beautiful legs in black stockings, ran over and said that Arthur Carter, the owner of The New York Observer, had arrived.
Hawke's eyes lit up when he saw the sexy little assistant.
Stella, oblivious, put down her work and went to greet them.
half an hour.
Stella led the other party to the negotiation room, where they met Hawke.
“Mr. Arthur Carter, this is Mr. Ryan Jr., the boss of our Ryan Media Group. You should know him.”
Stella explained.
"Of course, of course, Mr. Ryan is very famous, how could I not know him?"
Arthur Carter greeted Hawke warmly. He was a real estate developer, and the newspaper business was just a product of his diversified operations and interests. He also used the newspaper to advertise his family's real estate. His net worth was close to a hundred million dollars, which was definitely worlds apart from the Lane family.
He looked quite old, but he was still very healthy.
His hair was white, but neatly combed, without a single strand out of place. His face, weathered by time, didn't have many wrinkles; instead, it radiated confidence and determination.
“Mr. Arthur Carter, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Hawke also gave him a smile.
“Like father, like son. Indeed, Mr. Ryan is remarkable, and his son is no ordinary man either. In such a short time, he has built up this fortune, which is more than I have earned in my entire life. Amazing!” Arthur Carter said with a smile. “If I could hand over half of my life’s work to young Mr. Ryan, I would die without regrets.”
cut.
That sounds nice, but why don't you just give me the newspaper directly?
Then I will definitely take good care of you.
After the two sides sat down at the negotiating table, Hawke left the meeting room with Stella's assistant.
Hawke had only taken a few steps out of the conference room when a soft voice called out from behind, "Mr. Ryan..."
He turned around and saw Stella's beautiful assistant with black stockings and long legs.
A perfect blush graced her cheeks, and a glint of cunning flickered in the depths of her amber eyes, yet she maintained a deliberately ingratiating shyness and composure on the surface.
Where are you going? Do you need me to show you the way or... help you find a quiet lounge?
Hawke looked at her with amusement.
He was all too familiar with this initiative and the implied meaning in her words.
He glanced at the assistant's almost perfect body curves. She was wrapped in a business suit, but it couldn't hide her amazing waist-to-hip ratio and flexibility, all of which exuded a unique aura that far surpassed that of an ordinary assistant.
"What's your name?" Hawke asked casually.
"Felicea," the assistant said shyly, bowing her head.
Hawke's expression remained unchanged, but his heart skipped a beat as the meaning behind the name immediately came to mind.
If Felicia is indeed the same person, then the woman before us is actually the top thief and Marvel anti-hero known as "Black Cat," named Felicia Sarah Hardy. She is the daughter of the notorious thief Black Cat, and in some versions of Spider-Man, she is also Spider-Man's girlfriend.
She was even ranked 27th on the list of the 100 sexiest women in comics.
“Alright,” Hawke smiled. “I do need a quiet place to rest. Lead the way.”
Felicia's heart beat slightly faster—not from nervousness, but from the excitement of the plan moving forward.
She nodded, turned around quickly, and with a feline-like lightness and agility, led him through the empty corridor to a small room marked "Storage Room & Backup Printing Room".
After confirming that no one was around, she swiped her card to open the door, her movements precise and silent.
As soon as the door closed, the air in the cramped space instantly became thick and sticky.
Felicia took a deep breath, turned around, and approached Hawke with a contradictory expression that blended a sacrificial gesture with a subtle sense of control. Her perfectly manicured fingers tentatively touched the front of his expensive suit jacket.
0 ······Requesting flowers···· ········
"Are you...tired? I can help you relax..."
Her voice was even lower, with a faint, almost imperceptible magnetism.
She knew what role she was playing, and she knew even more deeply what Hawke wanted.
She obediently allowed her expensive skirt to be lifted up and her expensive black stockings to be pulled off, revealing her long, firm, and powerful thighs.
Hawke loosened his tie and tossed it aside, his movements swift and efficient, the process direct and effective.
An hour later, Hawke straightened up, calmly straightened his clothes, and smoothed out his cuffs.
..... ..... ...
Felicia leaned against the table, her chest rising and falling perfectly, her skirt disheveled, her stockings clumped awkwardly around her slender ankles, as she frantically tidied herself up, her face still flushed—the perfect image of a "post-coital assistant."
Hawke's gaze lingered on her, admiring the stunning curves encased in her business attire, before finally settling on her feigned flustered fingers.
“Felicea,” he began, “Stella has good taste.”
Felicia paused slightly as she adjusted her stockings, then raised her beautiful eyes, which seemed to be veiled by a layer of mist, revealing just the right amount of shyness and unease: "Mr. Ryan, you flatter me. I'm just... doing my duty as an assistant."
“Duty?” Hawke chuckled, gently lifting Felicia’s delicate chin with his finger. “Does your duty include taking the boss to the storeroom to relax?”
Felicia's heart skipped a beat, but a more alluring blush rose on her face. She shrank back slightly like a startled fawn, yet seemed reluctant to leave the warmth of his fingertips.
“As long as it can… please Mr. Ryan and ease the company’s burdens…” her voice was barely audible, yet with a hooked quality, “I… am willing to do more.”
She cleverly avoided giving a direct answer, attributing her behavior to her "ambition" to please her boss.
Hawke stared at her for a few seconds, looking at this "black cat" whose acting skills could win an Oscar, and secretly wanted to laugh.
"Very good. That 'ambition'... I admire it, I'll remember you." Hawke waved his hand. "You can go back to your work now."
238 Black Cat - Felicia [Seeking flowers and subscriptions]
Inside the meeting room, the business negotiation teams from both sides engaged in wave after wave of verbal sparring, exchanging barbs and insults.
finally.
An acquisition agreement was reached for $750 million.
With this, Lane Media Group acquired a newspaper with a strong brand.
"Wow, you're getting more and more amazing! You finished it so quickly?"
Hawke watched Arthur Carter and his group leave after signing the contract, and then smiled at Stella.
Although it was only a multi-million dollar acquisition, it was quite normal for negotiations to take several days, especially since the target company was a well-known newspaper.
"In business, you have to be meticulous about every penny you can fight for. Besides, it's just a multi-million dollar acquisition. If we weren't expanding too fast and short-staffed, I wouldn't want to bother with this at all."
Stella shrugged. Although "583" was quite satisfied with the deal he had made, she felt it was somewhat of a waste of his talents.
"I know you've been working hard. I think Felicia, who's with you, is quite good. I could promote her to help you share the burden. Let's go have a big meal together and treat yourselves."
Hawke mentioned it briefly, then smiled and extended an invitation.
Hiring Stella as president of Ryan Media Group was the right choice. She can capture market trends and business opportunities, has good leadership skills, and most importantly, she can always maintain a positive and enterprising attitude and work tirelessly to achieve goals.
This is enough.
Stella understood Hawke's words, glanced at Felicia busy at her workstation in the distance, and narrowed her eyes: "Oh? Promotion? We just met, and the big boss is already promoting you, junior?"
Stella gave Hawke a dangerous look, as if trying to find a flaw in his demeanor.
"Uh..." Hawke waved his hand awkwardly, "I was just saying! Really!"
"Hmph—" Stella snorted. "Fine, a promotion? Then I'll promote you from my assistant to your assistant! I heard that your assistant, whatever her name is, Gu Ziyun, is actually your henchman. Perfect, I'll arrange a real assistant for you!"
Stella emphasized the last two words before beckoning Felicia over.
Felicia jogged over, her high heels clicking on the floor in a slightly hurried yet elegant rhythm, though her walking posture was a little odd.
She stopped in front of Stella and Hawke, slightly out of breath, her face a perfect blend of professional respect and bewilderment at the unexpected event.
“Ms. Stella, Mr. Ryan?” Her amber eyes darted between the two men before finally settling on Stella’s face, asking.
Stella crossed her arms, a half-smile on her face, and gestured with her chin toward Hawke in a suggestive way:
“Just letting you know, Felicia. Your position has changed. You are no longer my assistant.”
She paused deliberately, watching with satisfaction as the incredibly genuine astonishment that flashed across Felicia's eyes for a fleeting moment.
“You will serve as Mr. Hawke Lane’s personal assistant and report directly to him.”
"Wh...what?" Felicia's voice carried a perfectly timed hint of panic. Her beautiful cat-like eyes widened, her red lips parted slightly, and two blushes quickly rose on her face.
This reaction was half performance and half genuine.
She truly hadn't expected the opportunity to come so quickly and so directly!
This means she can have closer access to Hawke's inner circle and sources of information.