The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 164 New Mission, New Goal
Ocean Parkway, Santa Monica.

Hawke came out of the simple gym on the basement floor of the office building, went upstairs to the office, and entered the suite to take a shower and change clothes.

When he came out, Caroline brought him breakfast.

A very exquisite meal, very much in line with her usual taste.

Caroline sat on the sofa and tilted her head to look at Hawke. Seeing him eating the breakfast she brought seriously, she smiled unconsciously.

But after thinking about it, I found a serious problem.

During this period, I brought breakfast to Hawke every morning, and I specifically bought expensive and exquisite ones, spending a lot of money.

Can it be reimbursed?

Hawke turned on his computer, logged into his Tui Tui account, and went online to check the latest situation. He changed several portals in succession, and the Smiths' Twitter red table show was always the top trending news.

Will Smith today is different from what he was more than ten years ago. He had already fallen from the peak then, and now he is the true King of Smith.

Twitter is even more lively and users are extremely active.

"Hollywood stars openly discuss infidelity and open marriages. They constantly push the limits of my understanding."

"Both of them have been exposed in cheating videos, and the so-called Red Table Dialogue is just a crisis public relations."

"No film in the Sacred Valley is as outrageous as this couple."

"Reality is indeed much more magical than movies."

"Twitter exposed the Smiths' cheating video, and they also live-streamed it on Twitter. I seriously doubt Twitter has more explosive information about them."

Hawke finished his breakfast and rinsed his mouth. Just as he was about to go to work, he received a call from Erica's mother.

Mary Ferguson said directly: "Judging from your pace on the Internet, you should have finished a phase?"

Hawke said, "It will be a little leisurely today."

"I'll come over to your place and take a look." Mary had been watching these recent events.

Hawke certainly welcomes it: "Come over anytime."

Half an hour later, Mary Ferguson's Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped at the door of the office building.

This is Erica's mother. Hawke has been waiting at the door long ago.

The group went upstairs and entered the reception room. Mary asked directly, "How many registered users are there now?"

Hawke just looked at the data this morning: "1245 million, still growing rapidly."

Mary smiled. “I remember a month ago, the number was 3.”

"Yes." Hawke said another thing: "I completed the investment agreement ahead of schedule. Not a single dollar of the $500 million investment from Pacific Investment Group was wasted."

Although the major shareholder of Pacific Investment Group is the Ferguson family and the CEO is Mary Ferguson, the two parties originally signed a bet investment agreement.

Mary remembered very clearly that the bet agreement stipulated that the number of users would increase to 20 by May.

She had taken Hawke very seriously, but she still severely underestimated him.

Mary wondered, how could Erica have such a good eye? The problem was that she was good at guns and didn't know much about business.

But when she thought about how her husband Carter Ferguson gave up those ladies from big families and chose her among so many women, she felt it was reasonable.

My husband has good eyesight, and of course my daughter has good eyesight too.

Mary fully recognized Hawke's ability and looked to the future: "You win. I will have someone complete the rest of the agreement as soon as possible. You will have absolute control."

Social media requires a lot of money in the early stages, and the development model adopted by Hawke is simply not something that one person can handle.

Even if you have vision and ability, it is extremely difficult to stand out in this extremely complex society.

Mary probed, “If you are willing to introduce investment now, with Pacific Investment Group here, it won’t be difficult for Twitter to get a valuation of over 100 million US dollars.”

Hearing this, Hawke understood where Erica learned her habit of talking nonsense from.

He said: "There is no rush now. In the next six months, I am confident that the number of Twitter users will double or triple again."

The number of users represents a leap-forward doubling of the company's valuation. Mary nodded and said, "Just go for it. I'll help you handle the pressure."

Hawke said bluntly: "My methods are more wild."

Mary doesn't care: "Every new company that wants to develop must go through a bloody fight. Every drop of blood shed by the opponent can consolidate the company's foundation and enhance the company's strength."

She reminded from her own experience: "Rules are only used to constrain those who should abide by the rules, not us."

Hawke understood what she meant: "If those old blacks dare to retaliate, I will chop off their outstretched hands."

Mary nodded: "Call Brian if you need backup."

Hawke is well aware that this support is more than just legal.

Mary Ferguson followed Hawke to visit several departments including operations, editing and technology, and soon said goodbye and left.

In the afternoon, Hawke attended an interview and convened a short meeting with directors of various departments. Twitter's most important task at present is to fully absorb the traffic brought by the cheating scandal and the Red Table Talk Show.

This operation not only brought a surge in the number of users, but also made Twitter truly famous in North America.

There are already freelance journalists coming in to sell news.

In terms of operations, Hawke was inspired by Will Smith's agent James Locke. When the popularity and traffic of this forum becomes low, he will contact the telecommunications company and use group text messages to promote it.

In addition, there is the issue of security.

This is also the top priority.

Hawke has no doubt that someone will storm Twitter's office building with a gun in the future, so all security personnel have professional credentials.

If someone really attacks the company's office with a weapon, you can shoot.

At night, Hawke took Edward to the safe house in Santa Monica and met Campos as they had an appointment.

"You did a good job this time." Hawke praised first, then asked: "How is the personnel situation?"

If the one million dollar reward is not handled properly, people's hearts will be easily dispersed.

“People are relatively calm,” Campos said, briefly explaining his approach.

Hawke nodded slightly: "Okay." Thinking of the trouble caused by this accident, he reminded: "Strengthen the personnel training to prevent similar low-level mistakes from happening again."

Campos said: "I have developed a new training program. In addition to professional courses such as tracking, investigation and shooting, I also let people who have obtained legal status start practicing shooting at a shooting range."

Hawke agreed: "Very good. At the critical moment, it is better to rely on ourselves than on anyone else."

Campos added, "We have started to take on some small business recently. What about you, boss?"

Hawke also has a new mission this time: "Pay more attention to Leonardo Dicaprio. He is engaged to Gisele Bundchen, but from what I know, Leonardo will never marry Gisele. They may break up at any time."

Campos took out a small notebook and wrote down the names of Leonardo and Giselle.

If you want to reap the benefits of traffic, celebrities are the best candidates.

After the Red Table Talk Show ended last night, Hawke was thinking about this and recalled several suitable candidates: "Paris Hilton, the daughter of a wealthy family, check her boyfriends in recent years and make a detailed list."

He had some impression that the first time he saw Paris's One Night in Paris was in 2005, but according to the man's statement, the video was shot when Paris was less than 2001 years old, which means it was shot in .

Hawke didn't remember what the man's name was. LSP appreciated this kind of videotape, so who cared about the name of the male protagonist.

But you can probably get an impression by looking at the photos.

Campos asked as he took notes: "Want someone to follow Paris Hilton?"

Hawke thought of the usual style of this rich and wild girl and said, "It's good to follow her and focus on finding her boyfriend."

"I see." Campos nodded.

The Butterfly Company currently has limited staff, so Hawke only mentioned these two items for now.

The former is time-sensitive and the news needs to be published as soon as possible.

The latter can be done in secret, preferably with a videotape.

Campos left quickly.

Hawke and Edward return to the company.

The latter had not been to Brentwood for many days. He said goodbye to Hawke and hurried back to find his Deborah.

Hawke changed a car, left the company and quietly came to West Los Angeles and entered Megan Taylor's home.

The sewer in her house was blocked, and the good man Hawke hated to see this situation the most, so he rushed over early to make preparations and help Megan clear the sewer.

At 7: in the evening, Megan drove her BMW back home.

As soon as people walked in, Hawke's eyes lit up.

A white shirt, a tight skirt, black stockings, high heels, and a pair of plain glasses on her nose.

Hawke deliberately said: "I checked, there is no problem with your sewer."

Megan walked towards him step by step: “There is still one place you haven’t checked.”

"I'll get the tools." Hawke stood up and went over.

Megan smiled and said, "Normative tools are useless. You must use the lamp pole of the lamp pole god of war."

Hawke rushed forward.

The two men were tangled together like crazy.

Megan is a non-marriageist and does not want to get married or have children.

Hawke asked about her family, but Megan didn't want to say anything.

He didn't ask any more questions.

After the sewer was cleared, Hawke took a bottle of water from the wine cabinet and chatted with Megan.

Megan asked, "You're not going to give me news anymore?"

Hawke said frankly: "Paparazzi was an option when I first came to Los Angeles, but now there are better options."

He thought for a moment and said, "There will definitely be opportunities for us to cooperate in the future."

Megan nodded: "I hope it will be big news that will shock the whole world." She never concealed her ambition in front of Hawke: "I want to win a Pulitzer Prize."

Hawke laughed: "I think the Nobel Peace Prize is easier."

Megan wondered, “How is that possible?”

"As long as you can become the occupant of the Oval Office," Hawke stated a fact, "they will obediently hand you the Nobel Peace Prize, even if you start one war after another."

Megan deliberately asked: "Is there a Nobel Prize in Biology?"

"There's a prize for medicine," Hawke said.

Megan said: "I want to study a new subject, lamppost war god and genetics."

(End of this chapter)