America 1919

Bob Ferry spread his hands, laughing, "I've heard that Donnie's 'Atlantic City Post' is now the best-selling newspaper in Atlantic City. Don't you know, Mr. Lillard, as Mr. Donnie Block's assistant, that such clarifying content actually has no appeal to the audience?"

Robert helplessly replied, "So, Mr. Ferry, are you admitting to me that The New York Times isn't as fair and objective as it claims to be?"

"Everything is for the sake of sales!" Bob Ferry gave an ambiguous answer.

Robert just smiled at this answer and did not argue!

And so, the two of them casually strolled around, with Bob Ferry asking Robert as many questions as possible, and Robert tried his best to accommodate the other's inquiries.

By evening!

"Robert, I really appreciate your company today. I admire your honesty, but I'm sorry that I also have my duties. I have my own manager above me, so I can only report what the manager wants to see, what the readers want to read!"

Robert responded calmly with a smile, "Of course, I've seen your professionalism today, Bob, and it is indeed very admirable!"

"Haha!" Bob Ferry, upon hearing Robert's compliment, was very happy.

The two sat in the restaurant eating steaks that Robert had treated them to.

"By the way, Bob, you surely haven't experienced the true charm of Atlantic City yet. It's no longer working hours. How about I take you around and show you the sights of Atlantic City?"

Robert extended his own invitation to Bob Ferry.

Facing Robert's invitation, Bob Ferry became cautious. Though he wanted to experience the sights of Atlantic City, he understood that he could not afford to let any leverage fall into Robert's hands, so after briefly thinking it over, Bob Ferry declined Robert's invitation.

"Forget it, I still have to finish my articles tonight. They need to be sent back to the company first thing in the morning. I can only disappoint you and your kind intentions!"

Robert showed a look of disappointment but still exhibited his own gracefulness: "Well, if that's the case, I guess we will see each other tomorrow!"

Bob Ferry stood up laughing, "Regardless of what my report may look like, I personally have great admiration for the grace you've shown today, Mr. Robert!"

Robert, with a smile, said, "To have your recognition, Bob, is my greatest honor!"

After shaking hands and parting ways, Bob left the restaurant. Westglenn was waiting in the car at the restaurant's entrance.

"It seems that Bob Ferry is quite cautious. He obviously didn't accept your invitation!"

Westglenn wore a nonchalant smile.

Lighting a cigarette, Robert said indifferently, "Just like Donnie said, the trap has been set. Whether he jumps in of his own accord or is pushed down by us, it's all the same as long as he falls in!"

Westglenn, with some incomprehension, asked, "Is just this enough to make the other party submit? You know, when we were on the battlefield, even if captured, one had to remain loyal to the country!"

Robert took a deep drag on his cigarette, then smiled, "On the battlefield, the worst outcome is death, and after death, there's nothing to worry about. But people like Bob Ferry are different; they are ordinary people who need their jobs and the salary it brings to support their families. If they lose their jobs, they'll become vagrants; their wives might leave them.

Once they've enjoyed the superior life brought to them by their jobs, they can't let go of their work!"

Westglenn shook his head, "No wonder Donnie always says that here is a completely different concept from the battlefield."

Robert flicked the cigarette butt out the window, then smiled, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. These people are sure to have an unforgettable night tonight. How is the situation with Gary Thomas coming along?"

Westglenn boasted, "I just contacted back home. Some journalists don't have Bob Ferry's vigilance and have fallen into the trap. Others are cautious, just like Bob Ferry."

Robert said, "Have John prepare the second step of the plan. Tonight, we're going to give all the journalists in the news industry a night to remember for life!"

Westglenn smiled confidently, "No problem!"

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Bob Ferry turned down the room at the Ritz Hotel arranged by Robert and instead stayed at a fairly decent hotel in the East District.

At this time, Bob Ferry was fervently typing on a typewriter, with a glass of whiskey and an ashtray beside him; in the ashtray lay a half-smoked cigarette.

But clearly, Bob Ferry was unable to concentrate because of the various stirring sounds coming from next door.

It was unknown why the person next door was so energetic or why the woman could emit continuous piercing screams in such excitement.

Regardless, such sounds always caused Bob Ferry some irritation.

Knock, knock, knock!

At that moment, Bob Ferry heard a knock on the door.

Irritated, Bob Ferry got up, opened the door, and saw a woman leaning on the doorway, wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown, holding half a bottle of whiskey.