[US Entertainment] Best Director

Chapter 104

After contacting agent Jerry and reporting that Weinstein might spread some of her porn on the Internet tomorrow, Pryreth called the customer service of "New York Daily" and asked for Ronan Ferro's contact information. .

At this time, Ronan Ferro was dismissed from home because he insisted on re-reporting Jon's news about Weinstein's sexual assault two years ago in spite of the editor-in-chief's wishes.

Prairis dialed Ronan Ferro's phone number and straightforwardly explained his intentions.

"I'm Prairie Klander, I saw your report a few months ago, maybe we can talk?"

Ronan Ferro's attitude towards Prairie is very cold.

"You remember wrongly. I didn't send those reports."

"But I saw your report in the New York Daily."

"That's not me. I don't know who you are, and I don't know what your purpose is, but I hope you don't call again, or I will call the police." Ronan Ferro interrupted without hesitation.

In fact, Ronan Ferro knew Prairie, and he kind of liked her films, at least until she worked with Weinstein.

After saying that, Ronan Ferro wanted to hang up the phone.

But following the next sentence of the woman on the phone, Ronan Ferro stopped his movements.

"I want to bring down Weinstein as much as you do," Prairis said.

He spoke in a hurry, as if he was afraid that Ronan Ferro would hang up soon.

Ronan Ferro stopped his movements and breathed calmly.

He thought that Prairis was here to ask him to delete all relevant reports about Weinstein's disadvantages, just like Matt Damon, who is known as the warmest "incarnation of justice" in Hollywood.

Ronan Ferro raised his eyebrows, "Why should I trust you."

"Just because Weinstein is going to pin me a hat tomorrow that I didn't do," Prairis said.

"If I remember correctly, Weinstein just finished a movie with you and it was a big hit."

"There are no eternal friends in Vanity Fair, I thought you would understand this truth better than me, didn't you?"

Ronan Ferro stopped.

Judging from the public relations image Weinstein gave her for Oscar, she should be a righteous person who has no deep experience in the world, is passionate about movies, and is full of compassion for the world.And the sentence just now did not seem to come from such a "just" mouth.

"I'm going to get that fat pig Weinstein out of Hollywood," Prairis said with a smile on the other end of the phone.

"Weinstein is a boar in heat, and he turned what should have been a clean and pure movie into a pot of muddy water. Disgusting."

Even though the content of the conversation was vulgar, she spoke slowly and even raised her voice slightly.With British elegance.

"This is a life-and-death battle, Mr. Ronan Ferro. If Weinstein doesn't fall, then I will."

Ronan Ferro could even imagine an elegant young girl in a pure white elegant dress, gracefully breaking Weinstein's dirty skin under the washing of Bach's cello music.

He began to hesitate.

Ronan Ferro also once thought about bringing down Weinstein by relying on those superficially glamorous stars who witnessed the dark happening, but those stars were cunning foxes, who apparently agreed to provide him with clues, and began to do everything in private subterfuge.

They fear Weinstein's power, and they look on at the pain of others.

Hollywood is a gray area. On the surface, everyone is introspective, but in private, everyone is in danger. These hypocritical and smooth Hollywood stars are so cunning that even the most treacherous politicians feel ashamed.

After being disappointed again and again, he has long since decided not to trust any Hollywood star who threatened to bring down Weinstein in the name of "women's rights", but now, he seems to have found hope again.

Ronan Ferro looked ahead, as if wondering if Prairice was trustworthy and worth another risk.

At this moment, Prairie missed a list.

A list similar to his private collection, if not richer.

In this list, Ronan Ferro even heard many new characters that he hadn't thought of.

After a long silence, Ronan Ferro said, "Since you already know who it is, why don't you expose it, and even contact me, an insignificant person."

"You are not insignificant in fact. At least in this matter I think you will be my most reliable ally. One man is short, and I need companions."

Ronan Ferro remained silent for a long time, and he said, "When will Weinstein plan to expose your news."

"Tomorrow at eight o'clock," Prairis replied.

Ronan Ferro looked at his watch.

There are still seven hours until eight o'clock.

"Perhaps we should act now, Miss Prairie."

**

At eight in the morning, Weinstein turned on his computer.

He was in such a good mood, he even ate three more hamburgers watching the porn about that bitch all over the screen.

That ignorant bitch finally paid for her stupidity.

Weinstein opened the webpage in a good mood, and ordered his assistant to start reading the articles about that bitch.

"The biggest scam of the 21st century - a black-hearted poisonous woman under the power and sex deal in Hollywood."

"Two men in one night? Revealing the secrets of the Oscar director's journey."

"Oscar Falling Out of Sleep—Pryris Crander's Journey to Godhood."

The assistant read one by one.

The corners of Weinstein's lips curled up enjoying himself while lying on the recliner.

Suddenly, the assistant stopped.

Weinstein opened his eyes in displeasure.

"If your bloody tongue isn't broken, I think you should keep reading that damned, unfinished article."

"Mr. Weinstein...this..." The assistant looked at Weinstein on the recliner nervously.

At a loss, he held the tablet and looked at Weinstein.

Weinstein looked annoyed.

"what's up?"

"It's just... this..." the assistant couldn't explain clearly.

Weinstein impatiently pulled the tablet from the assistant's hand.

On the screen, a tweet posted by that damn woman 3 minutes ago was clearly displayed on the homepage.

Twitter stated that she had broken up with Ennio Sagan, one of the leading actors in the news, in the first half of the year, and had a complete cooperative relationship with another Mr. Eddie Redmayne, without any personal Emotions, all related content are rumors.

At the end, it is more pointedly stated that these things were maliciously hyped up by some Hollywood celebrities who have no bottom line, and the last sentence directly mentioned the magical figure who made most of Hollywood people win Oscars.

Everyone knows that the Weinstein family is the only one in this century that can win most people in Hollywood. This is a blatant accusation.

Did that bitch think that would get him in?It must have underestimated him too.

Weinstein smiled ironically.

Put the tablet back in the assistant's hand and "Tell Scott to get more publicity and fuck that bitch."

The assistant hesitated, "But she has already sent this tweet. If we make more noise, I'm afraid it will attract the attention of others. After all, she hinted in the tweet that you are maliciously hyping."

"So what?" Weinstein snorted contemptuously, "I think that newspaper dared to edit me, as for those netizens who read Twitter—that group of brainless pigs would understand something."

The assistant looked at Weinstein hesitantly, and finally passed the request to Scott according to Weinstein's intention.

Scott multiplied the circulation sixfold in an hour.

At the same time, Prairis made the last call according to the list.

Aisha Argento, one of the first three women to expose Harvey Weinstein in a previous life.

At this time, she was worrying about suing Weinstein and getting nowhere.

After Pryris told about her intentions, Aisha quickly expressed her full support.

"Thank you for your bravery, Ms. Elsa."

"You should be thankful. You must know that those damn reporters before only knew how to do things perfunctorily. You saved Hollywood, director Klander." Aisha Argento said.

Prairie smiled and hung up the phone.

After a while, Ronan Fro came in with a bunch of cleaning tools.

Eddie's apartment has been surrounded by paparazzi, and Ronan Froux has to pretend to be the floor cleaner.

After handing the things to Prairis, Ronan put down the mop and broom.

"This USB flash drive contains 1 G's victim's confession, and there is also a recording of Weinstein forcing Lucia Evans to perform oral*sex."

Prairis nodded, and copied the contents of the USB drive to the computer.

Ronan watched Prairis organize all the contents in the folder, and asked belatedly, "So, what do you decide to do, whether to report anonymously or pass all the information to the court."

"Neither," Prairis said.

She does not plan to report anonymously or pass it on to the courts.These are too slow, and there are even too many controllable elements to a large extent. She went there with the mentality of winning this time. If Weinstein can’t be defeated at once, then she doesn’t have to hang out in Hollywood. Because Weinstein will do everything possible to destroy her before she destroys her.

"Then what are you going to do?" Ronan asked.

Prairis did not answer Ronan's question directly, but only said, "Aisha Argento, Ambera Batillana Gutierrez, and Mira Sorvino are already on their way."

On the way?

"You want to hold a press conference?" Ronan looked at Priris in disbelief, as if he was watching a lunatic playing with firearms. "Are you crazy??"

Prairis looked at Ronan with a sober tone, "I can only do this."

**

Pryris scheduled the press conference for nine o'clock the next day.

The way of announcing it was very special. Instead of tweeting or sending any official documents, they opened the window and directly explained the matter to the densely packed reporters downstairs.

The location of the press conference is in the coffee shop next to the apartment.

Weinstein laughed contemptuously when he heard the news, and he didn't take the childish and ridiculous press conference in the coffee shop to heart.

The next day, Prairis sat in the cafe wearing a white lady's suit.

She didn't wear lipstick, and her lips were pale.

The eye sockets are slightly deep, and the spirit seems to be a little depressed.

But the moment he stood up, his entire mental outlook changed.

Her eyes are glowing.

——All the reporters present thought so.

They looked at her and pasted the washed photos on the wall one by one.

It was a bed photo of a familiar man, each of which was a group photo of that man with different women.

All the Hollywood journalists present could name the man, and even the women in most of the photos.

They looked at each other, but neither of them wanted to be the first to speak.

Thinking of this, the woman on the stage helped them speak out.

"This is Weinstein. Yes, the Weinstein you imagined."

"And these women, I think you probably all know them too."

Prairis ran his finger across the pictures one by one.

Then he raised his head seriously.

"A month ago, I almost became one of them."

The audience was in an uproar.

The spotlight keeps on coming.

Finally, she opened a recording file.

And the protagonists of the recording file are her and Weinstein!

What Weinstein said in the Weinstein Building back then!

Prairis looked at the reporters present and spoke word by word.

"During the selection of the Oscar public relations company, Weinstein threatened me with Oscar that he wanted to have sex with me. In the end, Eddie helped me ease the situation, but Weinstein always remembered this matter, so he deliberately communicated with the "National Question" yesterday. Scott, the editor-in-chief of The Inquirer, deliberately discredited me."

Prairis looked down the stage.

"Today I will sue Weinstein with my real name, and I will take the points of these innocent actresses with me."

Priris turned on the computer and played all the photos, recordings, and videos copied into the computer.

And the heroines of those pictures, recordings, and videos are different, but the male protagonists, without exception, are Weinstein!

"Los Angeles Times" editor-in-chief Ross George's eyes widened in disbelief!

It's just... unimaginable!