The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 125 Principles? Do we have any?
Beverly Hills, St. Louis Private Fertility Center.

In the waiting area of ​​the VIP building, Hawke sat on a bench and looked through the application rules published by the Golden Globe Awards Organizing Committee.

Compared to the Oscars, the Golden Globe Awards is simpler, with only about 100 judges.

All these judges are senior figures from the media circle.

Hawke vaguely remembered that the #MeToo movement was officially announced at the Golden Globe Awards ceremony.

Black equality, Oprah's declaration, and the angry attack on Don all happened during the award ceremony.

This is an award that is far to the left of the Oscars.

Caroline and Sarah's new manager, Sophia, came over from the consulting room.

Hawke asked, "What's going on now?"

Compared to the two people who came earlier, Sophia knew that she had not yet gained Sarah's trust, so she took the initiative to answer, "I went to the ultrasound room and there will be results soon."

Hawke handed the documents in his hand to Caroline: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Caroline took it obediently, like an assistant.

As Hawke walked away, Sophia asked in a low voice, "Are those rumors about the West Coast Studio true?"

"Of course it's all true. The rumors are too conservative. The reality is even more exaggerated than the rumors." Caroline was glamorous from head to toe and knew how to flatter herself. "Why did Sarah hire Hawke at a high salary? Because Hawke and I have worked together many times and completed those incredible operations together."

Sophia looked at Caroline differently.

Although the details are unknown, there are rumors in the circle that Steve Nutter and the selfie scandal, as well as LAPD's recent image public relations and planning, all came from a business strategy planning company called West Coast Studios.

How could it be simple for someone who can participate in the whole process?
Not long after, Caroline's cell phone rang and she quickly called Sophia to go to the elevator.

As the elevator descended, Sarah Parker stepped out.

The first thing she asked when she saw Caroline and Sofia was, "Where's Hawke? Where is he?"

Hawke came over from the bathroom and said, "I'm here."

Sarah handed him a test report: "Good news, I'm pregnant!"

"Congratulations." Hawke glanced at the report, which contained a clear diagnosis.

Sarah opened her arms and hugged Hawke tightly: "Thank you!"

Hawke thought, this is easy to be misunderstood, okay? It's not me who made you pregnant, right?

He looked at Caroline: "Is the hospital done?"

Caroline said: "We signed a confidentiality agreement. The clinic has a good reputation in this regard, and the number of people who know about it is limited, so confidentiality is not a problem."

Many Hollywood stars have their initial pregnancy checkups done here, and there have been no leaks in the past.

Hawke led the group through the underground parking lot.

Edward was already waiting here in a business car.

After getting in the car, Sarah asked, "Are we going to release the pregnancy news now?"

"Not now, follow the plan." Hawke's reasons were already prepared: "We can't give people the impression that you are deliberately rushing for the prize, and we can't let people think that you are pregnant just for the prize. You can't be the first to announce the news."

Sophia agreed: "That makes sense."

Hawke reached out to Sarah: "Give me the test sheet. I will leak it when I find a suitable opportunity."

Sarah handed the test form to Hawke: "Tell me in advance so I can be mentally prepared."

Hawke glanced at the test results and said, "After the media exposes it, you need to respond publicly."

Sarah asked, "What about other aspects?"

"Let's spread the word through formal channels first." Hawke glanced at Caroline and Sophia: "You are better at these than I am, so I won't comment."

Sarah reminded her, "With your pregnancy plan, as long as I can get that bitch Jennifer Aniston, my chances of winning the prize will be at least 70%."

Hawke wanted to do much more than Sarah thought: "I want to ensure that you have a 90% chance of winning the prize."

"Really?" Sarah laughed. "As long as I can win the Golden Globe Award, I will do anything for you."

The implication of this statement is so strong that it is almost stated explicitly.

Hawke didn't seem to understand, and said to Caroline, "Communicate well with the crew."

Caroline responded, "Leave it to me."

This is not the Oscars, the crew has limited resources and will only follow the conventional publicity model.

Sarah had seen her mother pregnant and said, "Time is still a bit tight. It's hard to show a pregnancy after more than two months."

Hawke didn't care about that at all: "It's okay, just fill up your belly." He shook the test sheet: "You are really pregnant."

Sarah laughed. “Right.”

Hawke said to Sophia, "Go to another city and buy a set of equipment for women to fake pregnancy. It doesn't have to be too exaggerated, just enough to show the pregnancy."

Sophia is a mother: "I know what to do."

The car arrived at Sherman Oaks, and after dropping off Sarah, Caroline got into Hawk's car and left together.

Hawke reminded him: "What's going on with Pete's collection?"

"You asked me to collect the information secretly and not to alert Pete, so it was a little slow." Caroline kept doing it: "Give me a little more time."

Hawke put a little pressure on her: "It's almost the new season for LV, Chanel and Hermès, right? Have you maxed out your credit card?"

Caroline was about to run as the whip whipped her: "Three days. I promise I can get it done."

Hawke added, "As for Sarah's schedule, she must report to me every day about her schedule for the next day. If there are any changes on the day, notify me immediately."

Caroline had been completely disarmed by Hawke over the past few months, and thought he was being serious and responsible, so she responded, "I will."

After leaving Sherman Oaks, Edward parked the car and dropped off Caroline.

Caroline came to her little Mercedes, got in the car and made a series of phone calls. She used all the connections she had accumulated in the past few years as a public relations officer.

After the call, Caroline calmed down and suddenly had a feeling: "Am I being PUA?"

But she didn't care when she thought about the $20 commission she could get if she succeeded.

If she could make so much money on every order, Caroline would be willing to be PUAed by Hawke every day.

In the business car, Hawke collected Sarah's inspection form and said to Edward, "Put aside the other work on hand for the time being, inspect and maintain the filming equipment, and take some time to accompany Campos to the Beverly Beauty Center to familiarize himself with the environment, so that he can prepare to shoot Sarah."

Edward scratched his head: "Boss, why are you filming her? Pregnant? Or is she fooling around with Bro Derek and others?"

Hawke said, "Remember Beverly Beauty Center?"

"Of course I remember." Edward said quickly, "Boss, you have asked me to pay attention to it for a long time. Although I can't enter the beauty center, I am very familiar with the situation around it."

Hawke knew everything about Sarah through this job: "Sarah is going to get a beauty injection soon. You take pictures of her going in and out, and I will find a way to get pictures of her face."

He started laying the threads in the first half of the year and gradually it was time to harvest.

But Edward didn't understand: "We are now helping Sarah win the award. If this is exposed, it will be disadvantageous to her. Will our workload increase?"

Hawke said: "What I want is an increase in workload, crisis public relations, and opportunities are hidden in danger."

Edward has done the self-production and self-sale thing more than once, but that was with the customer's consent.

He asked tentatively: "Boss, although this is also self-production and self-sales, it is not in line with our principles to take action against contracted customers like this, right?"

Hawke asked him, "What are our principles?"

Edward only remembered one thing: "All the news is true."

Other principles? I don’t think so!

Hawke added: "We signed a contract with Sarah to help her win the Golden Globe Award for Best Actress. Of course we have to fulfill the contract. There are no other provisions in the contract."

Edward thought about it and it seemed to be true.

"Remember, Sarah is just a means." In order to get the Savior to cooperate better, Hawke revealed a little: "Bro Derek is our real target."

Edward was even more confused. A producer's news was not as valuable as a star's.

Hawke deliberately said: "Just remember to do it well, otherwise I will notify you of the women on the backup list..."

"Boss, you can't do this, you can't do this!" Edward's backup list, but his support for the rest of his life: "I haven't made great contributions, but I have worked hard."

He thought of something that Hawke likes: "I got Deborah under Robert Downey Jr.'s wedding photo, told Donny to the cemetery, and took the opportunity of practicing taekwondo to beat Donny's son. Next, I plan to take Deborah to the cemetery when Donny dies next year, and start doing it there."

The emotional value was instantly maxed out, and Hawke felt that he could not give up on the savior even if the company went bankrupt.

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Paramount Studios, Hollywood.

As the only one of the traditional big companies in the film industry that is still in the Hollywood area, Paramount Studios not only often appears in movies and TV shows, but also has numerous acting training classes around it. Countless men and women who dream of becoming stars are harvested by these training classes like leeks.

Superstar Training School is one of them, and Bro Derick is one of the major shareholders.

The profits it generates each year even exceed the income of producer Bro.

Bro Derek attends every training class whenever he is in Los Angeles.

By the way, take a look at the information of each batch of students.

Today's classes were over and Bro walked out.

The blonde girl who had been instructed by him in class misunderstood him and immediately followed him: "Mr. Derek, there are a few questions I don't quite understand. Can I ask you in private?"

Bro walked out, staying in public view. "Of course, but I'm busy, Mia. Let's talk while we walk."

Mia followed up: "Was my Jodie Foster imitation bad?"

"It's very similar, but it's just imitation." Bro pointed out the key problem with great professionalism: "When you enter a crew, get a script, and turn the words in the script into performance, who are you imitating then?"

Mia suddenly realized: "It turns out that I still have a lot to learn."

Bro had read her information, called on her to perform in class, and left her questions open for questions. There was a reason for all of this.

He walked out of the training school gate and said, "This is my second lesson for you. You have the best talent among all the students I have taught this year, and your appearance is also the best."

Mia was a little excited: "Thank you."

"If you have the conditions, you should not only watch the video and imitate, but also actively think about how to act?" Bro asked casually, "Do you live alone or with others? I suggest that you live alone, which is conducive to your quiet study."

Mia said: "I just arrived in Hollywood. Most of my money has been used to study acting. I am currently living alone in a motel on Knock Street."

She had heard rumors about Hollywood and was an open-minded girl. She made up her mind: "Mr. Derek, if you have time, can you come over to give me some private guidance in the evening?"

This made Bro laugh and shake his head: "Mia, I remember you were only 17 years old? Is your father older than me?"

Mia bowed her head: "I just wanted to thank you for your guidance."

Bro's expression became extremely serious: "Don't say such things to me again. My wife is Sarah Parker. I love her very much and am willing to do anything for her."

"Sorry." At this moment, Mia felt that there were still good people in Hollywood: "I was wrong."

Bro smiled and said, "That's not necessary. Hollywood is not what you think it is. There are many people like me who stick to their principles."

He said solemnly: "You have a great talent, don't waste it. I will help you when I have the chance. Give me your contact information."

Mia is young and inexperienced, and doesn't have enough understanding of the evil nature of human nature.

She gave her cell phone number and said with even more gratitude: “Thank you.”

Bro saw students coming out one after another and whispered, "Resources are limited, so don't tell anyone about this."

Mia nodded vigorously.

"Okay, let's go back. I have to get busy." Bro crossed the sidewalk and got into a car on the side of the road.

Mia watched Bro's car leave.

At the same time, in the parking space across the road, Butterfly Campos put down the portable camera in his hand, drove slowly to catch up with Bro, and picked up a walkie-talkie: "Garcia, you catch up with the blonde girl who talked to the target."

The other side replied: "Leave it to me."

When Mia called a taxi, Garcia followed in a common Chevrolet on the road.

This man's experience is somewhat similar to Campos'. When he was a policeman in Mexico, he offended a local trafficking organization and had to flee to California.

In order to obtain a legal identity, I tried every possible way, but it was not until I met Campos that I finally saw hope.

While driving through North Hollywood, Bro stopped at a gas station to refuel. After coming out, he stopped for a while.

He took out his cell phone and made a call: "Carol, it's me."

The voice coming from the other end was particularly fast: "It's easiest to find targets along your route. The new gathering of the big guys will start soon, and the gifts are not ready yet. If this continues, we will all be blamed."

Bro asked, "Are all the other lines ready?"

The man added, "We are lagging behind at the moment. The fastest bastards have brought in a lot of minors from Ukraine, Mexico, and Romania. They are the ones who have the most difficulty."

Bro said: "Don't worry, we will speed up the process and won't delay the New Year party of the bosses."

The gatherings of the big guys have to provide good stuff, but those people play too perverted and deaths happen from time to time.

Bro's usual practice is to take advantage of his position as a producer, pick on single girls from other places, and cheat them.

People disappeared and no one cared.

There are too many missing people in North America every year, not to mention the missing illegal immigrants.

As long as there is no corpse, there is no such thing as a murder.

Bro talked about Mia's situation: "The person I mentioned a few days ago is staying at the motel on Knock Street. I will call her tonight to ask her out. You can send... No, the people under you have poor manners and are likely to scare people. You should drive over in person and pretend to be the driver I sent to pick her up."

Carol laughed. “You always do the hardest jobs. I have to do the small jobs.”

Bro warned: "Be careful, don't let anything unexpected happen."

"Don't worry, I can handle it." The person on the other end hung up the phone.

Bro put away his phone and started his car to attend a party in the entertainment media circle that evening.

Sarah wants to win the Golden Globe Award, and he has mobilized all the resources he can.

Apart from his special fetish, Bro's treatment of Sarah was truly impeccable.

He can be called the most affectionate person in Hollywood.

Bro also called Melissa Ackerman and asked her to help out.

During the party, Bro took the time to call Mia and told her that there was a high-end party in the film industry. There was a director's new work that would have a small supporting role suitable for her, but the director wanted to see her first.

The other party was in a hurry, so he sent a driver and a car over.

The 17-year-old girl who dreamed of becoming famous carefully put on makeup, put on her most beautiful clothes, and waited for the driver's call.

Mia hurried out of the motel.

A black Mercedes-Benz sedan was parked at the door, and next to it stood a kind, long-faced man in a suit.

Seeing Mia coming out, the man in the suit stepped forward and asked, "Are you Miss Mia?"

"It's me." Mia smiled and responded, "Hello."

The man in the suit opened the back door and said, "Please get in. Mr. Bro is waiting for you."

Mia quickly got into the Mercedes.

The man in the suit got in the car and left.

Campos was not in a hurry and waited patiently.

Sure enough, an SUV drove over from the other end of the road and caught up with the Mercedes in front.

The car behind was obviously checking whether there was anyone following it from behind the car in front.

Campos drove after them this time and picked up the intercom: "Garcia, Carlos, the three of us are tracking each other. There is another person following us. Be careful."

"Roger that!"

"Roger that!"

In the Mercedes, the man in a suit reminded: "Ms. Mia, there are candies and bottled water on your left. Take them if you need them."

"Thank you." Mia saw the high-end mineral water, which she had only seen on the Internet before.

She took a bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took two sips.

Perhaps due to psychological factors, Mia felt that the water was unusually sweet, with a taste she had never experienced before.

Before long, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and soon she fell asleep.

The man in the suit glanced at the rearview mirror and shook his head slightly. These little girls who dream of becoming stars are so easy to fool.

Bro runs a training class at a superstar school and can always fill the quota easily. No wonder he is never in a hurry and the girls he provides are young and beautiful.

After contacting his companions behind him, the man in the suit drove straight to Venice and entered a seaside club.

Campos stopped far away, took out a telescope to observe, adjusted the camera lens, took a few photos, and then, remembering Hawke's instructions not to alarm the target, he called his companions to quickly move away from here.

Afterwards, he returned to the Butterfly Company to organize the videos and videos he had shot.

By the time all this was done, it was already midnight. Campos felt the matter was urgent and called Hawke directly.

(End of this chapter)