Hollywood Domination Chapter 427: The eyes of a caring person

"Everything related to Cesare Vijri is within the scope of inquiry-go to bribe the security guards, just like we do in the West End theater, take some pictures of him with women, Or more directly, ask the local paparazzi to buy it." William Telford from the "Daily Mirror" commanded grandly into his mobile phone. "Understood? Jennifer Jefferson and her ex-husband must have bribed the local media, trading street photos for news, fair trade - but those paparazzi will happily make more money if they can find a second buyer For a penny, that's what I'm talking about, open up your mind, man, what you need right now is a quick and easy photo, anything recent and evocative - you don't have to hold my hand Shall I teach you to be a reporter?"

After getting the promise from the assistant on the phone, he hung up the phone, shook his head helplessly, and walked back to the gathering place of paparazzi outside the studio, "It's almost noon, at least give Let's take a photo."

There are dozens of paparazzi gathered here. Under the scorching sun of California, this group of mixed black and white men were tanned, and some lazy paparazzi have already got into the shadows. He took out Coke from the refrigerator and drank it. Hearing the complaints from overseas colleagues, many of them laughed. "Well, it's not easy being a paparazzi in California, is it? Especially in this weather - miss London already?"

"Damnright, at least I miss the shooting conditions in London." William squinted his eyes to check the distance, and then put down the camera, "*! How can you take good photos from this distance? A waste of time - seriously, Jennifer wasn't that hard to get a photo of, at least in the UK."

"If you're talking about the wiretapping incident," several old paparazzi said curiously, "what did you just say? Are you the assistant of the photographer?——seriously, the one who The photographer of the incident?"

"Yep, that was the empty door I broke through for his contacts." William said with some pride, "You know, a mobile phone connected to a charger-it's too simple. Next, the big news in the big news News——but that kid Shav has fled the country because of this matter, he should have gone to Spain, I guess."

He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, "He really made a lot of money on that piece of news—gotta spend it somewhere, no?"

Even though they were somewhat wary of the Brits, the paparazzi still let out a series of clicks of respect and admiration, and only one old paparazzi said coldly, "You know, things don't work like that in our place - eavesdropping It's against the law and you'll go to jail for it. Besides, I don't think it's gratifying to intrude on a good girl's private life like this - listen, there are a lot of **** in the stars, but Jennifer is not one of them, and you guys are right What she did was not a gentleman at all."

William spat, but when the crowd didn't object to his words, he didn't mean to raise an argument—he didn't want to spoil the atmosphere of the conversation, but he still expected to find a few photos from his colleagues. "Seriously? Jennifer not included? Dude, you really scare me. Seriously, I don't know what you guys think of celebrities on the other side of the ocean, but in the UK you can guarantee that you follow the shoot Politicians, celebrities, reality TV personalities—anyone who is newsworthy, he deserves everything he encounters.”

People who choose paparazzi as their career are somewhat paranoid - if you can't get into the horns, you won't be able to do this business for long, and the 'uncrowned king' who has witnessed the most * and dirty side of these news figures ( Self-proclaimed), it is really hard to say that they have any good feelings for this group of duplicity subjects. There were sparse echoes from the crowd, but they were not too enthusiastic.

"It is true that there are many **** in the stars, but Jennifer is not one of them. If you have followed her, you will understand why we say that." But the old paparazzi at the beginning still insisted on their own point of view "I've been following her for 8 years, man, she can even call me by my name, when she gets death threats from stalkers, that's the tissue I handed her, and you know what? During those 8 years Here, I only heard that she got drunk once, at the "Code Shero" billionth celebration party - just this once, understand? No smoking, no alcohol, of course no marijuana, cocaine, Drugs, no, nothing, not even a one night stand other than a boyfriend, get it, I haven't even heard her swear in 8 years - to be honest, following her is an absolute chore, almost no one wants to come, Why? Because you can’t photograph anything at all, this job is too boring, you just photograph her walking, shopping, and talking to others day after day—”

This time, the crowd grew approving, and a burly black man interjected, "One time -- just that one time, I saw her mate pull out a cigarette, and she held out her hand, and I thought I finally posted it - Jennifer smoking! This may not be a big deal to Justin Bieber, but on Jennifer? I can sell tens of thousands of dollars for one, and the result? Hell, she told the other party Smoking is not allowed here."

"If it weren't for the magazine's asking price for her street photos is still very high——"

"Yep, if it weren't for this, who would continue to shoot her? This is the most desperate game—the kind that is so desperate that you can't see a change at all."

"But you have to admit, she's a well-bred, nice girl, and she's almost never bad-mouthing the paparazzi — never the middle finger, is she?"

"I have to say, if even the paparazzi admits that she is a good person, I'm afraid this matter can only be settled like this." When none of the stars came out, the paparazzi also chatted with each other, "Of course Well, it doesn't mean that there are no doubts about her—if we are honest, Cesare and her spend a little less time in private."

"I listen—this is what I heard, it is said that Cesare, Josh, and Chris are not her real lovers, they are all beards—or what should I say for lesbian? Boobs? Anyway, I heard that these lovers are just smokescreens, especially this marriage, just to legally transfer the shares to Cesare and let him become a shareholder of Dameng."

"Why?"

"There is such a legend. It is said that Cesare and her signed not an ordinary brokerage contract. You know, she relied on his contacts to get to where she is today, and what he wants to take away is all of her. 50% of the income, this is the asking price for her to become famous, and of course this includes the company, but this contract cannot be exposed..."

"It sounds like an urban legend." William couldn't help it: "The Daily Mirror" would not want such absurd and unsubstantiated reports. "But the relationship between Jennifer and Cesare is really not close, is it?"

"Married for two years and living in Los Angeles for no more than three months at the same time, what do you think?" It is justifiable to divide the Disney shares invested by the couple after marriage, and of course get half of the equity of Dameng—she has already signed the divorce agreement."

"geez..."

There was a muffled sigh from the crowd, and someone said, "Anyway, she's generous enough—isn't she, Terry? She's probably the only one we've ever seen. A celebrity who divides the family property so happily."

"It's also the family with the largest amount of family property division-do you know how much tax they would have to pay if it was a gift?" Old paparazzi Terry said, the crowd fell silent, and he shrugged, "But, Anyway, she's still a nice guy, and we've all had the donuts she asked her assistant to buy."

"Indeed." Some people admitted one after another, "If she doesn't plan to go out in a short time, she will always ask someone to say hello, and you can go to the car to rest for a while--she never thinks about her schedule. Lying."

"The price for the photo was generous enough—" Terry said, noticing William's expression, he added, "It's not that kind of photo, it's just her walking with Chris Hemsworth Photos, and Tom Hiddleston, Chris Evans, you know, she has a good relationship with her colleagues, but at this juncture, just a photo of a man and a woman is easy to criticize, so she offered to buy Go—this is Jennifer, she never does business that makes you lose."

"Let us losers pay our mortgages, eh?" a young man interjected, eliciting a burst of smug laughter: Don't look at these paparazzi working hard and without dignity, but they actually earn quite a lot. Feng can find a place to live in Los Angeles, where housing prices are expensive. "However, Terry, I didn't expect you to follow her for so long - she should still be living in the city when she encountered death threats, right? Are you really on the side?"

"Of course." Terry said proudly, puffing out his chest, "then she will be able to call me by my name, oh, you can't imagine-of course, you have all seen the photos, but the photos I really can’t get that real feeling on the Internet, you know, Jennifer has so many street shots that are all my works, but you really feel it, only when she walks over with tears in her eyes and asks if you see When people come in and out—that’s when she’s a real person, and her fear and panic—it’s so real, man, it’s so real...”

Paparazzi is a fast-moving industry, and many people don't know about the death threats incident a few years ago. and they all seemed shaken by it, the young man pushed his dark glasses, and William noticed that his fingers were trembling.

"well..." he said, his tone trembling, "it seems that this incident has indeed affected her... a very big impact..."

"Yeah." Terry sniffled, "This kind of time, honestly, does make you feel unsafe, doesn't it? There is such a kind of person in this world, whose existence makes you Feeling unsafe in the world, even when you've done nothing wrong."

His words did not arouse any approval, because there were already figures shaking in the distance—the paparazzi immediately cheered up, rushed to the cordon drawn by the crew and shouted, "Robert! Hey, Chris!"

Because this is a private property, there are security guards nearby. The paparazzi are very well-behaved and did not rush forward. They just filmed outside the designated area. They photographed a few actors in costumes walking in while talking and laughing. In the cafeteria on the other side, Jennifer, who was wearing a Shero uniform, was also among them. She was talking to Scarlett Johansson. Obviously, the reshoots in the morning went smoothly, and everyone's expressions were quite happy.

After more than ten seconds of shooting time, the paparazzi dispersed again, and William didn't get together to inquire about the news. He was a little frustrated: The "Daily Mirror" sent two reporters to Los Angeles. In addition to the ultimate goal of big news, there is also an expedient measure of buying ambiguous photos-however, whether it is the information obtained from Terry and other paparazzi, or the difficulty of shooting on the spot, he is frustrated: generally speaking, The paparazzi are still very trustworthy. Since Jennifer bought the right to use the photos, they will not sell them to William a second time. Otherwise, they will not only be in danger of being sued, but also be excluded by their peers. This is often the case in The spy-to-spy industry largely operates on credit. It looks like getting a working photo in days, with a living story to match, plans to make the Daily Mirror a hit are close to bust, and he doesn't like the way these paparazzi are admiring Jennifer A maintenance attitude, which can make everything difficult.

"It's no wonder that in the past few years, whether it is in the big newspapers or the tabloids, the violent reports about Jennifer have been decreasing, isn't it?"

At lunch time, many paparazzi had already driven away to enjoy their lunch break - the road from the cafeteria to the trailer could not be photographed by the paparazzi, and there was no point in staying here. Everyone was commuting to and from work strictly according to their own timetable, but William did not leave, but sat cross-legged in the shade of a tree, biting a hamburger, and when the young man squatted down beside him, he Raising his eyebrows, the other party stretched out a hand. "Robert."

"William." William gave him a place. "Are you new here?"

"It wasn't long after I joined, and I heard too much about it, and I wanted to try to make a fortune myself." Robert shrugged, "After I joined, I realized that she has really subdued these paparazzi, Isn’t it? Without those photos, who else but the most unreliable tabloids could fabricate her scandals?——Cesare really didn’t take half of his family’s wealth in vain, and he controlled public opinion too much. Alright."

His tone made William feel that he seemed to meet the same kind, and he smiled knowingly, "But only we know her true color, don't we?"

"Yeah, only we know, with those smiles, thoughtfulness, upbringing and innocence," Robert pushed his sunglasses, his fingers trembling slightly again, "she is a prostitute, isn't she ?A liar, she is completely unworthy of everyone's love for her, one lie after another—"

"You mean?" William's heartbeat stopped for a second, and the excitement before the big news grabbed his heart: finally! This trip was not in vain, and it seemed that this little paparazzi was about to explode. "What lie?"

"Her and Cesare," Robert said without thinking, "this marriage is a lie - a product of marketing, you know, evolutions of Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson, and this time they Married, like her engagement to Josh Blanche, full of lies, lies - that's what she is, she gets it all by cheating, and tell you the truth, William, it's her game trick."

"But—" William let his tone be more surprised, luring him to say more, "You——how do you prove it? Could it be that you took a photo?"

"How do I prove it? Oh, of course I have proof that..." Robert's chest heaved up and down, he was a little stooped, so he looked thin, but he seemed easily excitable. "Of course I have evidence to prove——"

After raising William's appetite to the highest point, he glanced at him, suddenly regained his composure, and smiled slyly, "Yes, of course I have evidence to prove it—the evidence is my eyes! I knew it as soon as I saw their picture - gut, my gut told me, *Trust me, she and Josh are absolutely fine, and it's the same with Cesare, that's not the look in love."

William was angry and angry. He cursed '*', feeling like he was being tricked by Robert, "Are you serious? Your eyes? Robert, your eyes?"

He was half joking, half serious and grabbed Robert's sunglasses. He wanted to make a joke about his eyes, but William froze for a while holding the sunglasses. His anger disappeared, and he was caught by the curious Emotional substitution.

"I...seem to have seen you, buddy." He let go of his hand and let Robert take back the sunglasses. "I think you look familiar-have you ever worked in London before?"

Robert stared at William for a while, as if thinking about something, after a while, he put back his sunglasses and shrugged.

"No," he said lightly, "look at my hunchback—can you forget that?"

For his self-mockery, William had nothing to say, he laughed a few times, and he was no longer so angry, but still did not give up, "Okay, okay, but—are you sure you have no evidence? Just completely Just with your eyes?"

Robert grinned at him.

"What do you think?" he said, "Look, William, I know what you want, and I admit it, that girl is a whore, and she needs to be taught - but guess what?"

He pushed up his sunglasses and winked at William, "Even if she's a whore—she's my whore, if someone wants to teach her a lesson—"

Stretched out his finger to compare himself, Robert put down his sunglasses, took a big sip of Coke, he pressed William on the shoulder, "See you later."

"See you later." William said, watching Robert go away, he couldn't help but patted his shoulder and muttered. "He/Fucking American Freak..."

As if he noticed something, he squinted his eyes, stood up and looked at the alley where Robert disappeared, and then looked at the set, William grinned, he threw the hamburger into the trash can, and grabbed the camera Quietly followed up...