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Chapter 163

'The stupidest man in the media business'.

The headline of that issue of the New York Times was sensational, and he was so angry that he lost his proud demeanor early in the morning and smashed his favorite coffee cup.

Of course, he never considered himself stupid.

But the fact is that he manages and leads the company conscientiously, there is almost no lace news like Howard Hughes, and he has personally written many good songs for the singers under his banner. A Hollywood tycoon like Murdoch or Redstone.

— This is exactly where his heart disease lies.

It might have been a little cheaper to sell the USA TV network, but the reorganized SKY and SKYY still maintains a close relationship with Universal, and it didn't really affect anything.

Most importantly, it brought him one step closer to Polygram.

He thought it was the right decision.

Because for Edgar Bronfman Jr., the first thing he wants to do is music, and then movies--as for the USA TV network?Sorry, there is no art or beauty in either pro wrestling or soap operas.

"Well, I don't care about these." Edgar Bronfman Jr. said lightly, "My ideal is to build my own Hollywood empire. The opinions of ordinary people have nothing to do with me, nor will I feel Any obsession. The New York Times? An eye-catching tool, I don't think it's any more noble than the National Gazette."

After hearing this, Michael Ovitz raised his glass with a smile, "Oh, that's quite open-minded."

After he finished speaking, he gulped down the whiskey in the glass and poured himself some more.

Edgar Bronfman Jr. did not clink glasses with him, but took out a cigar from the humidor, rubbed it between his fingers, and looked a little absent-minded.

At this time, Michael Ovitz said: "But the question is, are you sure that your empire really belongs to you?"

Little Edgar Bronfman raised his eyes, but said nothing.

"No one is a friend that Geffen really recognizes. He only has interests or enemies in his eyes." Michael Ovitz said provocatively, "He packaged himself as a rich man who has nothing to do with the world, from Southern California His philanthropy is as big as Yale, and his public image is so kind and simple, but the money he uses to give back to the society—isn’t it from the pockets of people like you?”

"Yes, you are the boss."

"But do you dare to say that when there is a disagreement between you and David Geffen, would that idiot Lon Meyer really choose you?"

Michael Ovitz smiled slightly, with a gentle and polite tone, and continued: "The last person who believed in David Geffen treated him as his best friend and partner, trusted him from the bottom of his heart, and allowed him to intervene My own career, share my interests with him... Guess what? The pop king MJ's career is in crisis and difficulties. Even today, various media continue to slander and spread rumors, but Mr. Geffen, who has great powers, is suddenly at a loss what to do .”

Little Edgar Bronfman's complexion was not very good-looking, but he still twitched his lips and responded very stiffly: "MJ is black. I am different, I am Jewish, and Bronfman is more One of the top Jewish clubs."

"Who isn't?" Michael Ovitz drank the last bit of wine, put down his glass, and sighed heavily, "You too, me too, and Josie too—she's still a young girl , and talented actresses! But I've never seen Geffen go soft on anyone. And honestly, I don't even know how I offended him, and it's worth his troubles to ruin my career and reputation."

"—Do you think that such a person can really be regarded as a friend or a partner?"

A new day in America is in full swing.

Thanks to the President of the United States who committed perjury and was suspected of obstructing justice, the affair scandal between the White House intern and Mr. President was at the cusp of public opinion. At this time, a woman suddenly chose to break the news on social platforms. On the yacht of a Hollywood boss, he was forced to serve the president and his wife...

Jesus, so this isn't just about a flamboyant president who can't keep his pants down, but a first lady whose sexuality is a mystery?

The speed of Internet dissemination caught people off guard, and the ability of netizens to follow the clues was extremely powerful. The power from the government had just launched a comprehensive sweep of the Internet, and the name "David Geffen" had already been exposed first.

The FBI’s cybersecurity department worked overtime, and the person who broke the news was immediately locked in his real identity, but the former model and actress seemed to have been prepared. Before choosing to break the news, he left the country and stopped contacting his family and friends.

The FBI can barely help the president and his wife hang up the last fig leaf, but they can't stop the news from spreading, and the Elephant Party filed an impeachment inquiry against the president to Congress.

At the same time, an insider of the New York Times revealed anonymously that reporter Amber Lawrence was going to publish a report on how David Geffen literally "settled" knowing too much about himself. The biographer of the scandal portrayed it as a Hollywood mafia sheltered by political power—and, in fact, was half right.

“I don’t understand why the boss ended up helping Geffen pull Amber’s story—and put her and Simon in a fight scene? They could have put that story under pressure.”

In the editor-in-chief's office of "NOW" magazine, the editor Vera McPherson was biting her pen, while her boss, the magazine's editor-in-chief Lucy Spiller, was sitting on the seat, operating the computer on the desk.

This small but well-informed magazine has been acquired and merged into Skynet Media earlier. It has a new look from top to bottom, and it is also full of energy.

After Lucy Spiller typed a line, she gave Willa McPherson a look, and said, "The scandals—especially the scandals involving the president and his wife—have a much higher natural appeal to the public. Because of the murder of a Hollywood tycoon. And, playing this card now will kill the enemy, so the better choice is to fight in a roundabout way."

Vera McPherson frowned, half understanding, but the black-haired woman in front of her ignored her and started typing on the keyboard again.

Buying murder, the gay mafia... is it a big deal?

Or, does it count that ordinary rich people are protected by the president and his wife?

The upper class laughed it off, because the so-called insiders who broke the news did not even understand the correct relationship between Hollywood and Washington, nor did they figure out the true status of the combination of anti-capitalism and politics.

To be precise, those politicians in Washington are the real "actors" and "stars", and Hollywood is more like a gathering place for artists, creators and businessmen.

The position of "president" may sound lofty, but to a large extent it is a puppet driven by the interests of the capital group behind it. The political game is even more a game of capital, and the personal wishes of politicians play little role.

And it seems that under the influence of Washington, today's Wall Street stock market is also frequently affected.

As soon as RIET, a highly promising Silicon Valley technology company, was listed, it was shorted by a large number of people. Then Flying Mirror, a Wall Street research company with only one full-time employee, released a nearly [-]-page short report on RIET.

The report is detailed and well-documented, exposing a series of serious problems such as RIET’s technology plagiarism, financial fraud, and management chaos. The report was released less than two weeks ago, causing the company’s stock price to fall from the peak on the first day to the bottom. And in the following time, he will withdraw from the ever-changing stock market.

David Geffen alone lost tens of millions of dollars in this disaster. What's more, his reputation was severely damaged, and the relationship with his old friends was also cracked due to interests-many people They all followed suit and invested in this emerging Silicon Valley company.

On the other side of Hollywood, the "National News" once again broke the news about the child molestation case of the pop star MJ, temporarily covering up the political scandal involving David Geffen.

But below the surface, the Hollywood mogul has officially entered the FBI's field of vision and secretly launched an investigation.

"So, those black police officers in the Los Angeles Police Department did take Geffen's money?" Federal prosecutor Chuck Rhodes was sitting in a car in the parking lot, asking his informant.

"Here it is, fifteen thousand dollars each, and Roderick the lead will get triple." The informant sat in another car in the parking lot, lowering the brim of his baseball cap.

"What about the biographer who died in the car accident and Rick Wilson's desperate couple?" Chuck Rhodes continued to ask.

"I don't know. When I was transferred to the bureau, the file had been sealed and encrypted." The informant put his hand on the window of the car, "As for Rick Wilson, he just returned to San Francisco for RIET's listing plan, and was arrested Almost exactly the same method crashed into the hospital, combined with his previous statement to the police... oh, but that was also 'accidentally' destroyed."

He sneered, as if to mention casually: "Why, is the person behind this old guy, Geffen, going to abandon his pawns to protect his handsomeness?"

"This has nothing to do with you, Dylan." Chuck Rhodes said flatly.

"So are you planning to sue him?" Dylan asked with a teasing smile, "Or whether the president's wife is bisexual or not, can you always reveal this?"

Chuck Rhodes ignored these two questions and started the car, "I want to see a copy of the statement, and contact me when I have news."

The unremarkable second-hand car that didn't qualify as a prosecutor left the lot, but his informant, Dylan, stayed put, smoking slowly with the windows open, until another unremarkable Taurus slipped away. into the adjacent parking space.

The car window rolled down, revealing Old John's old face wearing sunglasses.

Dylan chuckled and asked, "Hey, buddy, why don't you drive that fancy big G of yours?"

"Don't mention it, the paparazzi have already got the license plate number before the car left the DMV." Old John grumbled gruffly, "When did that bastard Roderick go in? You can't change this bastard for the rest of your life." shit."

"Roz is still fishing for big fish for a long time." Dylan said, "But this time the violation is very big, and those people will probably be suspended for a long time."

Old John tossed a bulging cowhide envelope into Dylan's car and asked, "Tell me something about Hollywood, man."

"Wow, no problem!" Dylan opened the envelope, took a look, and then said, "Chuck Rhodes is indeed checking David Geffen, but it's not like the reporter's incident was revealed, but the San Francisco side." problem. He wanted me to help him find that statement, but it was a little difficult—”

Another cowhide envelope fell into Dylan's hands, and he changed his words abruptly: "The difficulty is average, don't worry, I can handle it. By the way, Chuck Rhodes has no interest in your current boss, Rick You guys didn't hit Wilson, did you?"

Old John rolled his eyes. "Don't test me, Dylan, I'm not doing dirty work right now. I don't even have a clean tax return."

"Oh, yes—poor Wilson!" Dylan exclaimed hypocritically, stubbing out his cigarette. "Maybe he'd be turned into a tainted witness earlier, and maybe he wouldn't be used as a scapegoat."

This time, both the rich Hollywood people and the capital groups behind them have bled blood in the stock market. For a small person like Dylan, it is really a happy event worth drinking a few cups of.

But what makes people always curious is, what is the origin of the data analysis agency that sounds powerful but actually has only one full-time employee, Flying Mirror Company? ——He actually brought down a listed company by himself?How much time has he been lurking in Silicon Valley?And, who else is behind him?

In fact, even the mainstream financial newspaper "The Wall Street Journal" is very curious about the same question.