The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 31 Every Native is a Treasure House

Edward was incapable of doing anything else, so he ran like a rabbit. When he got to the front of the car, he jumped into the driver's seat and shouted to Hawke who was following behind him, "Get in the car!"

Hawke got into the passenger seat and threw the car keys to Edward.

Edward started the car, and Mondeo turned around and ran out of the park.

Hawke had been keeping an eye on the back, and after the car turned a few corners and saw that no cars were following, he said, "Don't worry, we've gotten rid of them."

Edward calmed his breathing, took off the camera hanging around his neck, drove into a parking lot, and said after parking: "Boss, is our job so exciting? That skinny guy pulled out a gun!"

Hawke said casually: "It's no big deal, just a stun gun, I took care of him easily."

Edward patted his heart and said, "I thought you were going to run away."

"Am I that kind of person?" Hawke said generously, "I said I would pick you up, and I will definitely pick you up. You work for me, and I can't let anything happen to you."

Although Edward was still frightened, the boss did show up in time and knocked down two people, allowing him to escape successfully. He couldn't help but say, "You are the bravest and most conscientious boss I have ever met."

"Just remember it." Hawke took the camera and asked, "Did you take a picture of it?"

"I'm not sure either." Edward was doing this kind of work for the first time, and he took a lot of photos. "I don't know why, but when I was taking photos, I was more nervous than when I encountered a gunfight in Compton."

He covered his chest and said, "My heart was pounding. How can I describe it? It was like meeting a beautiful divorced woman with a child."

"There's something wrong with your brain." Hawke connected the digital camera to his laptop, copied out all the photos, and opened them one by one to take a closer look.

The first three pictures were all tent cloth, no one was captured at all, and they were very blurry.

The last three photos are overexposed and the people are not clear.

In the next five photos, the man raised his hands to cover his face to avoid being exposed in front of the camera.

As for the other photos, let’s not mention them.

Hawke carefully selected and finally chose a usable one from more than 20 photos. Edward took a picture of Eddie Murphy's face, and behind him was a nearly naked woman with her hands covering her face.

He turned the laptop towards Edward. "Can you tell who it is?"

Edward said: "Eddie Murphy! Wow, I'm good at taking clear pictures. The girl behind has a hot body. No wonder Eddie abandoned your news girl."

Hawke said, "You took dozens of photos and wasted them. Is this what you said would be useful?"

Edward scratched his head. "Isn't it just pointing the camera at a person and pressing the shutter? I have taken photos of many people before.

Hawke gave him a middle finger, connected his Nokia phone to his computer, poured out the photos of the tents he had taken, and put them together with a product package.

Edward, like most black people, was an optimist. He didn't care what Hawke did and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Wait." Hawke took out his cell phone and started calling several gossip newspapers, briefly introducing the products in his hands and asking for their quotes.

Eddie Murphy is somewhat out of date and is a black man. The woman he had an affair with was not a female star, nor was she a celebrity's wife, and his relationship was not as complicated as that between Robert Downey Jr. and Sarah Parker. The National Enquirer, which offered the highest bid, offered $4000.

Half an hour later, Hawke saw Bearded Jack at the old place.

Jack examined the photos and complained that only one was usable and the others were too blurry, so he bargained the price down to $3500.

The quality of the photos taken by Edward is obvious, and Hawke has nothing to say.

The deal was done. Jack said, "You've made two headlines in less than a week. Man, you have a talent for this."

Hawke said: "I just arrived in Los Angeles. Once the situation opens up, there will be more news."

Jack put the check in his hand and said, "As long as the news is explosive enough, you can contact me anytime."

Hawke had a purpose for saying this: "I heard that the newspaper can issue special correspondent cards. Can you give me two?"

Jack didn't refuse: "The Oscars are coming up soon, can you get me some big news?"

Hawke doesn't make predictions or anything like that. Firstly, he has no persuasive power. Secondly, the trends this year are particularly obvious. For example, Denzel Washington and Halle Berry have already won the Screen Actors Guild Awards in advance.

The overlap between this award and the Oscars is over 95%.

Hawke thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "I heard that after every Oscar, there is a mysterious party. It's not Oscar night, but a group of people wearing masks doing something crazy."

Jack had heard of it, too. He glanced at Hawke's young face and advised, "You are still young and have a lot of life to enjoy. Don't seek death."

Hawke understood: "I understand."

Jack took the storage disk with the copied photos and said before getting out of the car, "The special license will be issued after Oscar."

Hawke knew that the other party was throwing bait.

It was normal for the fisherman to be caught in return. When Edward came back, Hawke took him out for a midnight snack.

By the way, teach Edward how to use a camera and a video camera.

This guy is fast, dark-skinned, good at driving, familiar with Los Angeles roads, and a local...

Hawke once received great help from the natives of Park City.

He felt that Edward was a good candidate to be his assistant.

While eating supper, Hawke told him: "Learn to use a camera and a video camera, and make another big news story, and you can become a regular employee."

"Don't worry, I will study and practice seriously." Edward ate his burger in big mouthfuls and kept talking about his old business: "Can you help me find a divorced woman who can provide child support if I become a regular employee?"

Hawke asked back, "Can you get money from them?"

"I left Compton when I was 17, and it's been ten years now." Edward is quite proud. "At least half of the black people in my group in Compton died or disappeared while hanging around on the streets. Most of the remaining half are wandering the streets, and a few have joined gangs and are also the targets of oppression. I am the only one who is as cool as I am!"

He pulled at his clean work jacket and said, "I lived in their house, ate the food they cooked, and spent the child support from my ex-husbands. It was so great... until I met that bitch Bree."

Hawke was thinking, could Edward's experience and connections be put to good use?
Every local indigenous person is a huge treasure trove.

Edward returned to the question: "Boss, can you help me introduce it? I'll give you a share of the benefits."

"It seems to be true." Hawke suddenly had an idea in his head and said, "What do you think of Robert Downey Jr.'s wife?"

Edward was surprised: "They don't seem to be divorced?"

Hawke's thoughts became clearer: "It doesn't matter if they haven't divorced. We can find a way to make them divorce."

Divorce is a celebrity killer, destroying at least half of the property.

"After what happened, they will definitely get divorced, right?" Edward was uncertain.

Hawke thought of Sarah Parker and Broderick. There were too many similar bad things in Hollywood. Maybe they were used to it and would make up after a big fight.

But for a long-time drug addict like Donny, the more chaos there is around him, the more irritated he will become, thus increasing his need for certain things.

This way, Hawke could look for an opportunity to completely ruin his reputation.

Hawke then asked, "Are your former partners reliable?"

Edward said: "As long as the money is in place, they are much more reliable than white people. In my opinion, white people are a bunch of rotten people and should be sent to plantations to pick cotton!"

Hawke probed a little and said no more.

Regarding Downey, he has a rough outline of a new plan, which needs to be improved based on actual conditions.

After having a midnight snack, the two went to places frequented by entertainment stars, but their luck was not very good and they didn't take any valuable photos.

During this time, Eric called Hawke, and Katherine agreed to help. After the Oscars, she would ask a friend to introduce Hawke to Tracy's gym.

The Oscars are coming, and Hawke has printed 2000 business cards while investigating Downey.

Hawke is planning to give out business cards.

Now that we have Edward as our bully, of course we have to use him.

In the studio, Hawke handed his business card to Edward and said, "Don't you have many friends? You can hire a few temporary workers. I'll pay them."

Money makes things easier, Edward said, "Don't worry, Boss." He asked, "Where should we send it?"

Hawke avoided the gathering points of media reporters and took a different approach: "Your targets are two areas, centered on the Kodak Theater and the Beverly Hilton Hotel, and radiating all hamburger and fried chicken fast food restaurants within five miles, especially McDonald's and Burger King."

Edward was puzzled. "I have specifically inquired about it. Other media studios are developing informants in high-end places such as bars, nightclubs, star-rated hotels and Michelin restaurants. Is our choice not right?"

Hawke cryptically said: "A lot of celebrities are burger lovers."

He remembered that after 2010, a professional organization did a statistics and found that among the stars who dieted for a week or even half a month for the Oscars show, the most popular food they chose after the awards ceremony was hamburgers.

Many celebrities go to fast food restaurants to feast on delicious food.

Hawke did not forget to give Edward a shot of encouragement: "We develop news sources, which is also the process for you to screen targets. There may be divorced women with children."

Edward was instantly full of energy: "I'll leave right away!"

He went to hand out business cards, and Hawke disguised himself and rented a new house in Santa Monica in the west to use as a temporary safe house.

I also bought a Chevrolet from a used car dealer and parked it in an old public parking lot with multiple exits as a backup car.

(End of this chapter)