King of Hollywood Chapter 194: Law-abiding citizens

Stopped the rumbling motorcycle and took off the helmet. Thomas Hart exhaled. After getting off the vehicle, he kicked the old thing with some annoyance before walking to the apartment he rented.

"Thomas?" Only entered the door downstairs, and a voice came into his ears, "I want to remind you that you will have to pay the rent in a few days, you better together with the 50 Make up the dollars together, otherwise I can only call the police!"

On the corridor, a white woman in her thirties stood looking at him with a bad look. Although she had a round face, she looked very rich and gentle, but her words were rather mean.

"I know, Mrs. Reggiemo, I will be able to make a sum of money right away, and I will give it to you as soon as I get it." Although I felt angry in my heart, I thought "Los Angeles Times" editor-in-chief Ruflow said to himself, Hart still suppressed the answer in a low voice.

"You'd better do it." The white woman looked at him suspiciously, probably thinking that he had a different reaction in peacetime, but she didn't think too much, frowning, a little disgusted. After the expression flashed from his face, he went back to his house.

Damn woman! Hart squeezed his fist, he was not unseen by the mean person, but he was so mean to this woman once. Like owing a rent, he is still not owed in other places, but other landlords allow him to owe him for up to four months-of course, he made up for it in time. But although this woman is only in her thirties, she values ​​money very seriously. Last month, almost every time he prayed, he emptied every penny he had, and he really had no money, so he barely agreed that he owed $50.

If it wasn’t for the last family who owed rent regularly, although I had to make up for it every time, I really felt embarrassed and sorry for the kind landlord, otherwise how could he move to this more dilapidated place.

This transaction must be completed, must! Hart said to himself in his heart. This is the will of God. He didn't think he was just going in the wrong place. But accidentally rammed into the private beach, so far shot such an amazing scene. This is really exaggerated. Looking at this list, Nicole Kidman, Gwyneth Paltrow, Catherine Zeta Jones, Britney Spears... just take out one, even if it is that One of the two underwear models will make countless men rush, but they hold this party with the same man at the same place and time. If the news goes to the newspaper, it will definitely cause a strong earthquake.

As long as you can complete this transaction, you will be able to turn over yourself! Hart opened the door of his apartment and took a deep breath. Rao is so cheering himself up, his face still looks somber, and originally thought he went to the newspaper. Seeing the editor-in-chief with power, this deal could be completed. I didn't expect such a big trouble. He almost forgot. Director Marvel is also the top media tycoon in the world.

Hart knows. The media tycoon is not easy to provoke. He used to work as a reporter. If not... he doesn't really care about fame. Now he pays more attention to practical benefits, such as opportunities and money. But it was only under the description of the editor-in-chief of Ruffalo that he knew that he still thought too much about many things. Although he didn't think he needed any more high-definition photos, Ruflow was right. He had to be cautious and confidential. These are all good suggestions.

So he went to the New York Times branch in Los Angeles today and met a responsible editor recommended by Ruffalo. Of course, he played a trick and did not explicitly tell the other party who let him come Find him. The things that followed were basically the same. The other party also repeatedly told him to be careful not to spread it immediately, and when he made it clear that Ruffalo of the Los Angeles Times asked him to come to him, the other party immediately called Ruffalo in front of him. After making a phone call and exchanging opinions, Hart also said a few words with Ruffalo.

This made him more at ease, so he promised to act low-key temporarily before they brought in other people with more background to discuss how to treat them.

Maybe I should ask them to borrow some money and pay the **** rent first? Thomas Hart, who sat on a chair and rubbed his face with his hands to relieve fatigue, suddenly thought of this, and then he shook his head with a wry smile, his hands clenched into fists, and squeezed hard, sighing slightly, it was about to Get up and go to organize the backup and find a safe place to hide.

Then a voice rang out: "Sorry, I don’t think you have anything to drink here, so I made myself a cup of instant coffee, wouldn’t you mind?"

The sudden intrusion of other sounds scared Hart. He almost threw out the backpack in his hand and knocked down a chair before calming down a little. Then he grabbed something and laid out a tense posture. Looking at the person who suddenly appeared in his room: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Relax, Mr. Thomas Hart, the plastic inflatable stick in your hand poses no threat to me. You don’t have any suitable self-defense tools in your room. You don’t have a gun or a knife. You don’t even have a baseball bat." Said.

That is a middle-aged man who can’t see his age. Maybe 35 years old, maybe 45 years old. He has a very mediocre face, so mediocre that he might forget it when he turns his head. He stood at the door of Hart's remodeled darkroom with a suit and a cup in his hand, and he looked calm and calm.

"I also did not bring anything with lethality. Of course, I admitted to bring a few bodyguards, but they were all outside, downstairs," he walked casually to his old sofa and sat down , As if it were at home, "So, sit down and talk to me, Mr. Hart."

"Who are you?" Despite guessing a little, Hart couldn't help but ask, and always clutched the plastic inflatable stick in his hand.

"My name is Martin Mortimer," the other side raised his leg and made a gesture of sitting down, "Adrian? Mr. Kewell's personal representative."

Thomas Hart's heart sank suddenly. Although he had smelled something bad, he didn't expect that. What exactly is going on? He only went to Ruffalo yesterday, why did the media tycoon come to the door today? It seems that he also searched his room aside, who betrayed everyone? !

"Really?" Hart told the running Hart a smile, "So, what do you want to do next? Find a bag to put me in and throw it into the sea?"

"How come," Mody laughed, and his hands spread, "We are law-abiding citizens."

At the sight of his style, Hart slightly lowered his heart. It seems that they are here to negotiate. Then, an idea came out of his mind, making him a little excited, but at the same time, he also hesitated, if he was known by the other party... but this can bring more to himself and his own safety. With security, they cannot be so familiar with themselves, nor can they know what they carry.

"Okay." Hart swallowed and tried to keep himself calm, adjusted his clothes, and sat down in front of Mortimer. "What do you want to do?"

"No, Mr. Hart. It should be said what you want to do." Modimer was about to kick the ball back again.

"What else can you do? This is the big news. Hollywood’s most powerful men and some of Hollywood’s most famous stars have **** parties at the beach, which will attract quite a lot of attention. The newspaper published this news, and the circulation will go up several steps," Hart said, licking his lips.

"Do you think readers will believe it? Two winners of the Academy Award for Best Actress, two winners of the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress, two most popular popular idol singers, and two popular Underwear model, **** party with the most powerful men in Hollywood at the beach?" Modimer asked with a smile.

"Why don't believe it. Everyone knows that Director Miracle is a playboy, and every Miracle Girl is ambiguous with him, not to mention..." Hart smiled, "There are so many photos."

"That was synthesized with p." Modimer said lightly.

"What?" Hart frowned.

"Programmers of Be will be happy to show the jury how such photos are synthesized, and are willing to provide a way to identify the difference between synthetic photos and normal photos," Modim said lightly. "Then, when the news came out and people started to doubt the correctness of the whole thing, soon someone would come out and be responsible, a person in charge of a **** site, specializing in the production of synthetic photos of celebrities to sell money. He would admit that After ordering these photos from him, he didn't care at first. He didn't know how ridiculous he was wrong until this case appeared. He was not a good person, but he also had his own bottom line. Mr. Kewell's charity fund helped him get through The difficulties of life."

Hart’s face is a little bit pale, and he basically understands it here. If it is really reported, then Adrian will prosecute the first time, and all the backhands are arranged...how may? !

"I can testify, I saw with my own eyes..." He still wanted to struggle.

"The jury will not believe a person who has fraudulent convictions, especially because of his divorce from his wife, and was banned by the court from approaching his children." Modimer threw another bombshell.

"It was the **** that framed me!" Hart's face flushed instantly, shouting with a thick neck, and the calm that he had tried to maintain completely collapsed. This was the biggest pain in his heart.

"I believe this, especially after reading your relevant information and expressing my sympathy," Modimer is still so breezy, "but you have to convince the jury and the court. Of course, there may be some lawyers who are eager to become famous to help you fight for free, but believe me, most media groups will stand on our side, and the jury will not let them succeed."

The jury is so nakedly divided into its own side, the intention is obvious. Hart breathed a few breaths and finally suppressed himself again, but he didn't speak anymore, just stared at Modimer. Even so, he still had at least one move.

Unfortunately, he remained calm. Modimer apparently guessed his plan. When he calmed down, he opened his coat, just above the right side of the inside, and a small black rectangular box was hanged upright. There are still a few lines that do not know where they are connected.

"The Pentagon recently ordered a recording jammer that has also been used with A. Non-civilian, whether it is tape recording or digital recording, can not escape." Modimer explained calmly.

Hart was dumbfounded, an unbelievable look.

"Try it out," Mortimer raised his hand. "I believe you have more than one recorder here, just try any one."

Despite admonishing myself not to believe the other person’s rhetoric, he still involuntarily put his hand into his arms, took out the recording pen that he used to open the clothes and then raised his ear. Staring at Modimer, tremblingly pressed the play button. Immediately, his face was ashamed, and only a rusty voice came from the recorder.

The other party was so leak-proof that he not only found all his information in a short period of time, but also considered all aspects of the matter, so that all his means were not available. The desperate Hart only understood at this time. Ruffalo talked about what he said was too superficial and what the tremendous energy of Adrian meant.

"What do you want to do?" He paled, soft on the chair like a deflated ball.

Modimer smiled slightly, and his emotions did not seem to change: "A 2 million check, your son’s visitation rights, and an opportunity for further education."

"Ah?" Thomas Hart looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, his eyes wide open.

"If you pass the study, you will get a recommendation letter, which will be assigned to some famous magazines or newspapers based on the final score, and then promoted to the position of supervisor within a few years," Mortimer continued, "If not Eligible. You can get another 3 million check and a ticket to Monaco-of course, if you are not interested in further education, you can directly get a 5 million check and a ticket to Monaco."

Hart increasingly understands that the other party has done so many things and shattered his confidence so thoroughly. In the end, such favorable conditions were opened? Why is that? But he quickly reacted. Although all the cards were eaten by the opponent, his head did not completely become a paste. It is normal for the other party to do this, and it is the same for himself. Probably the same is true. In the negotiation, anyone who can see through the opponent's hole first will have the initiative.

From this point of view, their negotiations are still very sincere. Moreover, although the person in front of him tried his best to attack himself, the tone of the speech never had a condescending taste, just why it was such a condition... wait!

The light flashed in my head, Hart suddenly raised his head: "Mark Ruffalo, editor-in-chief of the entertainment edition of the Los Angeles Times! And Louis Hoffman, editor-in-chief of the Los Angeles branch of the New York Times!"

After a pause, he took a deep breath, and then he said again: "If I am right, the same is true of the editor in chief of the Los Angeles branch of the Washington Post."

Modim gently patted his hand: "You are a smart man, Mr. Hart. After reading your information in detail, I came to this judgment. Even if your colleague betrayed you, you still Being able to seize the loophole and the prosecutor made a deal that was in his favor, and despite the reputation, he saved the prison, so I made a suggestion with my boss, so-can you give me an answer?"

"I agree." Gently shook his throat, and Thomas Hart gave a positive answer. With his son's right to visit, he couldn't refuse, not to mention, he now needs an opportunity.

"Good, then let's go." Modimer stood up immediately.

"Go?" Hart didn't understand.

"Yes, these are enough to sell everything you have here," Mortimer said and handed over a $100,000 check. "You shouldn't have a backup made elsewhere?"

"Of course not." Modimer reacted immediately and couldn't help laughing, "Do I need to put this dress here too?"

"No, but everything except the necessary items, such as keys, such as driver's license, is best left." Modimer said unkindly, "I can help you find a house suitable for rent, You can do it yourself."

"Okay, okay." Hart took some small things out of his pockets and threw them on the ground, then took the check and left the room with Modimer.

Then, Mortimer pressed something in his pocket, and the two capable men walked up the stairs. After he nodded, he entered the room and packed it up.

"You're doing things without leaks." Watching them enter the house, Hart sighed in a nostalgia. Although there was nothing valuable, some of them accompanied him for a long time.

However, he quickly regained his consciousness, which is not bad, it should be a complete cut with the past.

"You must have the trust of Mr. Kewell." He said so immediately.

"Thank you for the compliment," Mortimer patted his shoulder. "Let’s go, I can give you a ride. Which hotel do you plan to stay in?"

After going out of the apartment door and getting into Mortimer’s car, Hart finally couldn’t hold back: “What if I always disagree? If I insist on making it public anyway?”

"Why ask this question?" Mortimer raised his eyebrows~IndoMTL.com~ I'm just curious," Hart seems to explain what, "I believe you will never only prepare such a means, I also believe that Mr. Kewell will never be willing to make the matter public, or even go to court. Although the time is shorter, I still read some of his information. I heard that he... has a good reputation in some respects. And it is very short-sighted. "

Modimer, who put his hand on the steering wheel, couldn’t help but chuckled and took a moment to pat lightly on Hart’s shoulder: “You know, Mr. Hart, the United States is a big country with millions With a square mile area and a population of 300-400 million, so... there are never fewer homeless gunmen and drunk truck drivers."

After he finished speaking, he smiled slightly again, and then started the car. Hart sat in the co-pilot position for a while before reacting. He glanced at Modimo who was intently driving, and then sighed.

"Law-abiding citizens..." he murmured with half a mocking and half sigh.

Then, Hart lowered his head to hold his fists tightly, no longer have to control those, he had already made a choice, he had already boarded the ship, this was a very good opportunity to do it himself Yes, just hold it firmly! (To be continued...)