The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Ocean Parkway, Santa Monica.

Hawke was meeting with a group of executives in the conference room.

In the reception room downstairs, Paris and Britney were waiting for Hawke to come.

On the other side, agent Larry Rudolph picked up a book about Twitter and flipped through it quickly.

"I was able to get rid of Jamie because of Hawke?" Although Britney had heard Paris talk about the so-called truth more than once, her brain, which was mostly occupied by music, was still in a trance: "He helped me get rid of this crisis."

Paris repeated once again: "To be exact, I saw the crisis and asked Hawke for help. Because of my friendship with Hawke, Hawke decided to help you."

Perhaps sitting in Twitter, Britney felt alert in an unfamiliar environment and her mind was clearer than usual. She stood up and walked to Paris, hugged her friend tightly, and said, "It turned out that you saved me."

Paris emphasized: "I just asked Hawke for help. It was Hawke who really saved you."

Britney nodded: "I will thank him very much."

Originally, she wanted to use the simplest and most direct method, but when she thought of her empty account, she said, "I have no money now, and I don't know how long the financial lawsuit with Jamie will last."

Agent Larry Rudolph looked up and chimed in: “We can help promote Twitter.”

The three of them reached a consensus on this and started to discuss it.

Ten minutes later, Hawke entered the reception room, shook hands with Paris, and after her introduction, he exchanged a few words with Britney and Larry.

Britney looked at Hawke and said, "I heard everything Paris said about this matter. Thank you for your help."

Paris had just helped to connect Twitter with the Hilton Group, and Hawke was very respectful to her, saying, "You should thank Paris, because she took the initiative to find me."

Britney nodded.

Larry Rudolph then interrupted and said, "Mr. Osment, Britney is about to prepare a new album, album promotion and subsequent world tour. We will release the latest information on these two activities through our official Twitter account."

"Twitter welcomes everyone," Hawke said.

Britney added: "One of my hit songs will have its music video shot with Twitter as the background, and I will do my best to get that."

The Little Sweetie of this era was at the peak of her popularity, but it was five or six years later that she became Mrs. Niu.

Perhaps without Jamie's control, it might have lasted longer.

Of course Hawke would not refuse, and shook hands with Larry and Britney respectively: "Twitter looks forward to working with you."

Paris, who is both a variety show star and a businesswoman building her own business, knows that this kind of collaboration cannot be sustained by words alone.

She chimed in at the right time: "Since you are interested in cooperating, why don't we formally discuss it today?"

Hawke glanced at Paris. This girl had really improved a lot.

Britney complied.

Then, Caroline came down from upstairs and went to the adjacent conference room with Larry Rudolph.

Not only do I have to talk to Britney, I also have to negotiate with the record company.

But considering Britney's current popularity, it is not difficult to negotiate these small conditions.

Paris found Hawke again and chatted with him quietly.

She planned to hold a fashion show in Los Angeles to further promote fingerless gloves and invited Hawke to attend.

Hawke agreed immediately.

Paris and Britney left Twitter just before noon.

Hawke walked them downstairs and received a call from FedEx saying that the goods from Florida had been shipped to Los Angeles.

The cargo consisted of specimens of American alligators and black bears.

Hawke gave the address and asked them to deliver the goods directly to the Silver Lake community that afternoon.

The American alligator was his and Erica's prey.

Black Bear was the gift that was promised to Brian.

Hawke called Erica and Brian separately.

Erica is not busy today, so we will go together in the afternoon.

Brian's work as mayor is not very busy, and he said he would go to Silver Lake when he received the call.

…………

Century City, Fox Tower.

Gretchen walked out of the chairman's office, trying her best to maintain a normal walking posture.

Before entering the elevator, she turned into the toilet next to it, closed the partition door, took out a pack of wet wipes from her bag, and wiped it vigorously.

I wiped it again and again, but the grease and fluorescence on that place could not be wiped off.

"Pervert!" Gretchen cursed angrily.

If you take Roger Ailes' shortcut and tune into Fox TV, you have to accept their arrangements.

Gretchen doesn't care if it's just serving one or a few people.

After all, this line of work is too common.

But Roger Ailes had her serve a pervert today.

Because the emperor of Fox TV Network has been unable to use that function normally as he has grown older and gained weight.

In the past, I would usually take off my clothes and let him play with them manually.

Or kneel down and hug your thighs or something like that.

As time went by, Roger got bored with the game and started looking for different men to play with, while he sat on the sidelines and watched.

This time, the person who came was a pervert. Not only did he use something extremely greasy, he also mixed it with fluorescent powder.

In this not-so-bright partition, Gretchen discovered something sparkling.

After wiping for a long time and almost losing a layer of skin, it finally became a little cleaner.

Gretchen came out of the ladies' room in a depressed mood, went to the elevator, and went downstairs to meet the person she had an appointment with.

When I entered the lobby on the first floor, I found that a small press conference was being held there. Many reporters gathered on the left side of the hall and were interviewing Megan Taylor.

Gretchen subconsciously stopped and stared over there.

The young Megan Taylor is full of vigor and vitality, and her every move exudes the aura of a superior.

This is the new director of Channel 11.

Gretchen was not without envy. Being promoted to director of Channel 11 meant entering the executive level of Fox Television Network.

Even if he leaves Fox and changes jobs, there will be many TV stations vying for him.

Gretchen, like many people around her, stood on the other side of the hall, looking at the young female director.

Finally, the interview was over. Megan walked out from the reporters and headed towards the elevator, where she saw Gretchen.

The moment these two former rivals on Channel 11 made eye contact, sparks seemed to fly.

Megan continued to walk out, thinking about something.

Gretchen resisted the urge, quickly walked through the hall, entered Starbucks through the side door, and found Harley Wayne who had been waiting there.

The latter asked: "Do you have something to ask me?"

Gretchen said, "Last time you told me that Guerrero Ente, one of the people involved in the Venice Beach Club incident, had a girlfriend before he committed suicide?"

Harley said, "Yes, I found out some time ago that she was studying at Cal Poly."

"Does she have important information?" Gretchen couldn't sit still ever since Fox TV sent out an internal notice that Megan was promoted to director of Channel 11.

She joined Fox Network earlier than Megan, held a higher position than Megan a year ago, and was more famous than Megan.

This year, Roger Ailes took shortcuts both forward and backward, but ended up staying where he was while his arch-enemy became the channel director.

After paying so much, Gretchen also wants to climb up, but there are some positions that cannot be obtained just by that thing down there. After all, she has it, and so do other women.

Harley shook her head. “I didn’t find her. I heard that she was studying at California Institute of Technology, but when I went to look for her, she had already dropped out.”

Gretchen understood immediately: "There must be something going on."

Halle added: "I found her home address, but her parents didn't know about her situation. They only received a few calls from her. I checked the phone numbers and found that they were all made from virtual numbers. I searched for two months and couldn't find her."

Gretchen wanted to make a big news: "You should keep looking for her. Whether she is hiding or disappearing, she dropped out of Caltech, which is obviously not normal."

Harry nodded slightly and said, "I'll try again."

The two drank a cup of coffee and left separately.

…………

Silver Lake Community, Specimen Villa.

The front gate of this mansion with an exhibition room opened today, and a FedEx van drove into the yard.

Hawke directed the vehicle to the side door of the villa.

Erica had already opened the door to the specimen room.

Brian came out and said, "Put the black bear specimen here first. I'll move on when I find a suitable place."

Hawke turned his head and said deliberately, "There is a storage fee of $5000 per month."

Several workers got off the truck and, under Erica's command, carefully unloaded the horizontal packaging boxes and pushed them into the exhibition room on a flatbed truck.

Then, using the same method, another vertical packaging box was sent in.

One of the workers was holding a box.

Brian took the initiative to settle the fees, waited until all the workers and cars left, and closed the gate.

Hawke took the crowbar and said, "Okay, let's move inside the display case."

Erica took one and walked to the horizontal box: "This should be our American alligator."

Hawke glanced at the length: "Open it."

Erica pried open the top cover of the box, revealing the American alligator wrapped inside.

The crocodile is more than five meters long, with no visible wounds, and looks lifelike.

Brian stood in front of the box, baring his teeth: "You two are too fierce. You killed such a big crocodile."

"It's very vulnerable to humans with modern firearms." Hawke opened the glass display case that had been prepared long ago and said, "Put it in."

The crocodile's internal organs and fat had long been hollowed out. Apart from the supporting bones under the skin, most of the stuff was filler and was not heavy.

The three of them picked it up and put it in the display case.

Erica threw the crowbar to Brian: "It's your specimen. Open it yourself."

Brian was quite excited. He looked at the crowbar, pried open the upright lid of the box, and saw a black and wrinkled bear.

He took a closer look and found something wrong. He pointed at the back of the black bear's neck and said, "There are traces of repairs here!"

Hawke took a look and said, "This is the wound I got from shooting myself."

He explained simply: "The bear had eaten too much Kayin and was already high. It almost killed a guide who was traveling with us. The situation was urgent, so I had to kill it with one shot."

The last box contained the specimen of the green-maned lizard leader. (End of this chapter)