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Chapter 181
On the other side, Josie didn't know for the time being that there was a boring third-generation rich man who wanted to develop her into a member of the sex organization, but the rich third-generation rich father grasped the ins and outs first, and immediately called his most beloved son and cursed himself crazily daughter.
Due to the nearly three-hour time difference between Toronto and Los Angeles, when the elder Bronfman turned on the phone, Edgar Bronfman Jr. had not gone back to his bedroom to rest, but was sitting alone in his study, preparing to write in the dark Some love song or something.
Obviously, his dear father has been driven mad by Claire. Not only does he not care about the decency he should have, but he also makes people very worried about whether he will have a sudden cardiovascular disease.
"Dad, take it easy." Little Edgar Bronfman persuaded the old Bronfman, taking advantage of the old Bronfman's breathing time, "Claire is already an adult, she can think independently, and the bodyguards and lawyers around her , There are quite a few assistants, why don't you take more care of your body, instead worry about her belated rebellious period?"
Old Bronfman froze when asked.
He couldn't tell his son that because of the global television network transaction, he paid too much attention to that girl, so that Claire got the investigation report and made a daring kidnapping plan, which made him even younger. I have to find someone to finish a bunch of messy things for my daughter in the middle of the night...
This is really bad!
So the old Bronfman enjoyed his son's concern, took a deep breath and turned to say: "You are right, my son, don't mention your sister, let's talk about Hollywood, how about Polygram?"
"It's not bad." Edgar Bronfman Jr. put down his pen and took off the glasses on his face, "It's just like Michael Ovitz said, after the Global Network incident, I feel David Geffen and Barry Diller have a deep connection, they don't care about Universal or Hollywood, they only care about how to get money out of my pocket."
"Money is just a trivial matter. Problems that can be solved with money are not problems. The point is that you always know what you want and move towards it." Bronfman Sr. said.
David Geffen has been making small moves all along.
In the old Bronfman's view, this former agent who has been in Hollywood for decades is very helpful for Edgar Bronfman Jr. to become a real Hollywood tycoon. He can be regarded as a competent helper and mentor. It's tuition.
But tuition fees are one thing, and partnering with empty-handed white wolves is another.
That TV network was worth a few bucks, but to Bronfman, it was nothing at all, so Edgar could sell it to anyone he wanted, as long as that person would trade in an equivalent way.
Obviously, Barry Diller and his group rely on their seats on the board of directors of Universal, not only want to cut flesh from Bronfman, but they are not ready to pay according to the agreement-this is not moral enough.
Business is business.
Now that Edgar is gradually getting acquainted with global affairs and has begun to integrate resources to build his own empire, then some people need to receive some warnings and lessons.
"I know, Dad." Edgar Bronfman Jr. rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, "That TV network...Michael Ovitz did a good job of it, the upcoming reality show and The appearance of the TV series is also good, I think I have to admit that this person is not as arrogant and incompetent as described by David Geffen, at least he should be much stronger than Ron Meyer in personal ability."
"Let the past be the past, son." Old Bronfman thinks this is not a problem, "Universal is gradually on the track, but Seagram Group is not getting better every year. Our family's focus will eventually go to the future. Going to China, as long as you can gain a firm foothold in Hollywood, everything you have been doing is worth it. Let go and do it boldly, no matter what happens, and my old bones can withstand it—assuming I haven’t been caught by you If my sister is so angry!"
Edgar Bronfman Jr. laughed helplessly, pretending not to hear his father's last murmur, and decisively changed the subject to chat about his family's trivial matters, and then gently expressed his concern for the other party's physical condition, and put the irritable The old father coaxed him into submission.
After finishing the call, the Hollywood tycoon put down his phone, glanced at the song that had been interrupted and had no clue, thought about it for about half a minute, and decided to send a condolence email to Josie Horton in Toronto.
—for the sake of how talented she is.
——It’s also for the honorary director’s sake.
——Well, he admits that he always gives special treatment to outstanding and talented beauties, but who doesn't?
— I hope Claire doesn't make things so bad.
Little Edgar Bronfman, who had done some psychological training, successfully sent a text message, but he never imagined what the recipient of the message, Josie, was doing at the moment.
Time went back to not long after Keith Ranier left.
Josie sat by the bay window in the bedroom of the suite, raised her eyebrows silently, and thought: So, is it just a little too spicy?
When the stripper, whom Josie still had some impression of, walked into the room, Josie understood why Kelly hesitated to speak.
When this guy came in, he was wearing nothing on his upper body. He only wore a pair of ragged jeans and pushed a cake cart decorated with roses and ribbon bows. See everything at a glance.
Josie, who was unprepared, was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed.
This birthday is really "happy" enough. There are frequent situations throughout the day, such as stalking, kidnapping, and sex. Finally, a stripper came to add to the fun before twelve o'clock.
Oh, to be honest, she didn't mean to discriminate against this profession.
It's just that after going through repeated bombings tonight, Josie couldn't even bother admiring the beauty, but became interested in the cake that looked like it was made with care.
After all, the aroma and taste of sweets have magical powers that can make people happy.
So the whole thing finally developed into a topless stripper who flew thousands of miles to Toronto to eat the cake bite by bite under the eager gaze of the client in front of him, while the client himself took a small bite of an apple from time to time, watching She looks quite amiable?
"Mike, have you eaten the ice cream with jam in the middle?" Josie asked, rubbing her chin.
The gigolo, or Mike, slowly swallowed the soft cake mixed with ice cream, cream and fruit pieces, nodded and said, "It's too sweet, but the fruit is very fresh."
"Sounds good." Josie took a deep breath, and the air was filled with the sweet and creamy aroma, "Go ahead, you pay by time anyway."
Mike showed a wry smile, but he didn't dare to refute, so he had to eat the sweet red velvet fruitcake according to her request--God, this is really a calorie bomb.
Josie sat barefoot on the bay window of the room, with her knees bent and her chin resting on one hand.
She noticed Mike's bitter expression, and couldn't help feeling amused, and asked casually, "How long have you been in this business?"
"It's been almost a year." Mike paused, "I worked in Florida for a few months before, and then I was tricked by a modeling agent to come to Hollywood. I spent all my money and had to go back to my old job."
"Oh, how pitiful." With that said, Josie's tone didn't have much pity for him, "Where's your driver's license, boy?"
The age of Caucasians is always difficult to guess. Some people have a face in their thirties in their teens, and some people are almost in their 40s, but they are basically the same as their early twenties.
Mike was frowning slightly. He ate a not-so-sweet strawberry. After hearing this request, he froze for a moment. He actually took out his driver's license from his jeans pocket and handed it over.
After getting it, Josie opened it and looked, "Channing Matthew Tatum? What's your real name?"
"Yeah." Channing responded, and naturally stopped eating the cake, looked at Josie by the window and said, "Channing is my real name, of course, if you prefer my stage name, you can continue Then call."
"Hi, Channing." Josie left the window, put on her slippers and walked around the room, "Do you want something to drink? Well, here are Coca-Cola, juice and sparkling water."
Channing put away his driver's license, glanced at the cake left on the table, and replied almost without thinking: "Sparkling water, thank you."
After he finished speaking, he hurriedly moved away from the cake, unscrewed the golden cap of the sparkling water and drank half of the bottle in one go, but felt that the sticky texture of cream in his stomach became thicker.
E, to be honest, it's pretty disgusting.
I knew I drank Coke...
Channing's standard American handsome face couldn't help but wrinkled. His strong American stomach would be defeated by the combination of cake, ice cream and sparkling water.
As if seeing his resistance, Josie turned on the TV and said, "Okay, sin time is over here, get dressed and go back to your room to sleep—thank you, do you need to say good night?"
"But...I haven't started acting yet." Channing said, and quietly looked at the expression of the young A-lister in front of him with his peripheral vision.
As one of the most popular members of the club, Channing doesn't think he is a shy and obedient card, but this night is obviously a major turning point for him that can determine his future destiny. He vaguely knows that he should Try to grab more stuff.
——His goal is not to be a stripper for a lifetime, but Hollywood.
"Sorry, I've gone through too many things today. I just want to take a bath and sleep well. I don't want to have another carnival or anything." Josie sat on the edge of the bed with her feet crossed, crooked, holding the remote control in her hand. He glanced at him with his head, "Because you hate sweets so much and still ate half of the cake, make a request, boy, I can consider giving you something in return."
Channing raised his head abruptly, met Josie's eyes, and confirmed that she was very calm about the "return" and didn't know whether to be ecstatic or disappointed for a moment.
The ecstasy is that I went around working as a worker, a salesperson, a stripper and a model, and finally got the opportunity to formally enter Hollywood;
Disappointed, her so-called "reward" was that he made her feel a little bit better, maybe a little bit more relaxed, so he got a chance.
Are all big Hollywood stars doing as they please?
Or is it only Josie Horton?
But this request must be made, and he has to make it right, so that she can be satisfied without being too greedy, and causing the other party's resentment will outweigh the gain.
At this point, Channing immediately gave up on completing his original mission - to perform for Josie Horton tonight - and he even immediately decided to end his work in that private club.
"If possible, I hope to get a role that suits me in your movie." Channing said, "It doesn't matter if there are lines or not."
Josie didn't agree immediately, but hooked her finger at him, signaling him to come over a little bit.
Channing slowly walked to the bedside, involuntarily slowing down his breathing,
He thought about it for three seconds, and in the end he didn't choose to invade the intimate distance that belonged to Josie—the bed—but squatted down in front of Josie, stepping on the carpet with his bare feet.
Then, he raised his neck almost obediently, allowing her eyes to critically observe his entire face as if it were some kind of cold commodity.