The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 175 Indians Don’t Want

Ocean Park Avenue, in Twitter's office building.

Paris, accompanied by Kardashian, who had just been released on bail, took the elevator to the fourth floor.

She had just turned from the elevator into the corridor when the operations director's office next to her opened and Caroline came out.

The two women looked at each other face to face from a distance of several meters.

Paris glanced over quickly.

The woman opposite was as tall as her, with a small face under bangs and light makeup. At first glance, her facial features seemed very ordinary, but they were very beautiful when put together.

With her knowledge of fashion and big brands, she instantly saw through Caroline's cards.

The beige Chanel skirt, although the latest model of the season, is not a limited edition and anyone can buy it.

Cartier watches and hairpins are all popular items.

Red high heels, Hermès style from last season.

She's just a sophisticated girl trying hard to pretend to be a socialite.

Paris chose to ignore it and walked right past Caroline.

Caroline stood there, her long eyelashes blinking continuously, as if she had been hit.

The other person's clothes and shoes are not brand-name products, but high-end custom-made products that are generally not available even if you have money.

The Hermès bag that the girl is carrying, if I am not mistaken, only twenty were released worldwide.

Caroline felt a little envious, a little jealous, and a little disdainful.

In the reception room, Paris thanked Hawke, took the Hermès bag from Kardashian, opened it and placed it on the table.

She smiled and said, "These are the candies I made myself, and I brought them to you to express my gratitude."

"Thank you." Hawke accepted it.

From the open zipper, he could see a bag full of candies, each of which was wrapped in gold foil, which was extremely luxurious.

Paris then said, "The filming of the first three episodes has ended, and Eric and his team have withdrawn. However, Fox TV Channel has signed a new contract with me and wants to launch the second season. Can you give me some advice?"

Hawke thought for a moment and said, "The show's ratings and response are both good. Seize this opportunity. You invited Britney in the third episode, which is a good thing. Starting from the second season, you can try to invite other guests."

Paris thought of Lindsay Lohan, whom she had recently met.

Hawke added: "The first issue of cakes and gems received a good response. To promote the candy brand, we can hold a gem lottery or something like that, with gems wrapped inside the candies."

Paris nodded repeatedly and took note.

"I have contacted my parents and they support me in starting a candy brand." She said: "When the first batch of products is ready, I will send them to you for tasting."

Hawke nodded and said politely, "Okay."

The two chatted for a short while before Paris said goodbye and left.

Hawke's business strategy planning contract with Paris Hilton was completed.

There was a knock on the reception room door. Caroline pushed it open and immediately saw the limited edition Hermès bag placed in front of Hawke.

Hawke picked them up and put them towards her: "Take these."

Caroline wanted to refuse, but the limited edition Hermès was too attractive to her, especially this global limited edition.

She came to the bag and saw the golden stuff inside at a glance.

Hawke said: "Paris Hilton made these candies herself, all wrapped in gold foil. Take them."

He knew the little ewe too well, and immediately took up the task of training the sheep: "As long as we work together and the company develops, you can ask the Hermès designer to come over and design a sheepskin bag according to your wishes, let alone this kind of bag."

Caroline just bought into this idea: "Yes! Just use top-grain lambskin!"

Hawke broadened her horizons: "If you do your job well and your company expands, you can buy as many of these things as you want."

"Yeah!" Caroline knew she was being PUA, but she was willing.

Because she witnessed the process of Twitter's development from scratch to its present state.

Miss Mee really wanted to bleat a few times to express her regret. As one of the founding members, she could have become a small shareholder like Edward.

Hawke gave her the opportunity to invest.

Miss Mee was immersed in exquisite fashion trends at that time. Not to mention the five-digit cash, her two credit cards were almost maxed out.

But she knew she still had a chance.

Hawke left the reception room to look for the next explosive point.

During this time, Erica called him and asked him to practice shooting together in the afternoon.

Hawke agreed, sat at his desk, entered the backend of the website, and checked the data.

If Will Smith truly ignited the fuel pile of Twitter's rapid growth, then Paris Hilton and her videotape and its chain of news events installed a makeshift liquid nitrogen accelerator for Twitter.

Just last night at 2000:, the number of Twitter's global registered users officially exceeded million.

Outside of North America, the United Kingdom became the second largest market.

Caroline is planning to take her operations team on a business trip to the UK, New Zealand and Australia to reach cooperation with some download websites there to further promote Twitter.

These all belong to the English-speaking Five Eyes Alliance, and the same language is beneficial to Twitter's market development.

Hawke also required the technology department to recruit new developers who were fluent in one of French, Spanish, and Portuguese.

This is not only for the European market, but also for the broader Latin market. From Mexico to the south, except for a few countries or regions such as Brazil, most of them are Spanish-speaking.

After lunch, Hawke put on his gun bag and drove to the Atler Mountain Shooting Range.

This time during the shooting practice, at Erica's suggestion, the two switched roles.

Hawke provided support from a distance while Erica led the assault.

This is also to deal with different emergencies.

After practicing for more than an hour and taking a short break, Hawke picked up the assault rifle again and asked Erica to practice two-man coordinated attack with him.

The whole afternoon was spent at the shooting range.

Each man fired more than 300 rounds.

Hawke saw Erica was about to put bullets into the empty magazine, so he stopped her and asked, "What happened? Do you need to vent with a gun?"

Erica asked, "Did you figure it out?"

Hawke said, "I saw it after I fired the first magazine. I never asked because I thought the bullets would help you vent your emotions."

Erica put down the bullet in her hand and said slowly: "In recent days, I handled an abuse case involving several children. They were brought from Mexico to Los Angeles and were violated by some Hollywood perverts."

She forced a smile: "Even for me, it feels a little uncomfortable to see it."

Hawke said: "Some people are not worthy of being human. Even the devil is kinder than them."

He asked, "You said Hollywood perverts were involved. Are there Hollywood stars?"

"They are not celebrities." Erica briefly explained: "Two screenwriters, with a fairly high income, they joined a dark web membership where they can not only buy videos of that kind, but also purchase services after they have passed the test over time. However, they need to bring people into the country from Mexico themselves."

Hawke looked around and said, "You didn't just shoot him when you captured him?"

Erica lowered her voice and said, "I wanted to, but they were too cowardly. As soon as we broke through the door, they lay on the ground with their hands raised. They didn't give me any chance at all."

Hawke said, "It must be because of your reputation that they get scared when they see you."

Erica said, "Now that the case has been transferred to the FBI, there is no chance to take action."

Hawke put away his guns and changed the subject: "This kind of coordination training needs to be strengthened. It's best to hire a professional coach."

He diverted Erica's attention: "I have a feeling that Brian, that bastard, is cursing us behind our backs again. He has a bad mouth and good words never work. Bad things will happen to him soon after he says bad things."

Hearing her cousin's name, Erica was filled with hatred: "Brian actually said that the two of us are the calamity stars. It's obviously him who is the calamity star!"

The more she thought about it, the more this happened: "Do you remember? When we came back from Wyoming, he said we would encounter dozens of armed gangsters, and what happened?"

Hawke automatically replied: "We are surrounded by more than twenty armed bandits."

The couple was certain that the disaster was Brian Ferguson.

The two had dinner together and returned to Hawke's villa on 20th Street.

After getting tired from practicing shooting, Hawke brought a bottle of wine and took Erica to the rooftop terrace to enjoy the night view of Santa Monica beach.

Erica opened the bottle and just poured Hawke some wine when she heard someone shouting next door.

Hawke looked over there and saw neighbor Jett Brown and his girlfriend Diane also enjoying the night view on the second-floor terrace.

There were detached villas on both sides, not too close to each other. Jet waved and shouted a few words over here, then took out his cell phone and called Hawke.

He was a smart guy and asked Hawke, "Can Diana and I go over to your place and have a drink?"

Hawke, considering he was a senior talent advisor at Korn Ferry and a potential use for Twitter, said, “Welcome.”

Jet waved, went downstairs with his girlfriend, and soon came here.

Hawke went downstairs, accepted the gift from Jet, said something polite, and led the two of them to the upstairs terrace.

The two introduced each other.

Jeter looked at Erica, who was half a head taller than him, and was a little surprised: "Are you Erica Ferguson from the LAPD?"

Erica took two new glasses and poured wine for each of them: "It's me."

"I've seen your video." Diana seemed to have seen her idol, and her words were full of admiration: "You are amazing, you are simply a female gun god."

Erica responded politely: "I'm just doing my job as an LAPD."

Hawke and Jet chatted for a few minutes, and the topic soon turned to their respective jobs.

Jeter got straight to the point: "I've been following the news on Twitter recently, and it's developing at an alarming rate."

Hawke didn't need to deny: "Seized a few good opportunities."

Jeter asked, "The company is growing fast. Is there any demand for talent?" He said directly, "I have been a talent consultant in Los Angeles for ten years and worked at Korn Ferry for eight years. I have a talent pool in my mind."

Hawke really has this need, and said, "I need a website architect and program developer who is proficient in Spanish and French."

He specifically added: "Indians don't want it."

Jet was surprised: "As far as I know, Indians are very talented in the IT industry..."

Hawke raised his hand to interrupt him: "This is my hard requirement."

"I understand." Jeter said no more: "So, you come to Korn Ferry tomorrow?"

Hawke said, “Okay.”

(End of this chapter)