The Wolf of Los Angeles.

A black Maybach stopped in front of the Coast Building. Harvey Weinstein got out of the car, looked up at the vast office building, and inexplicably felt guilty.

Since the 1990s, he has been close to the Zippertons and has become their white glove.

Even Leonardo was first recommended to the couple by Harvey.

The reason for doing this is naturally to obtain film subsidies and gain more political resources.

Because Harvey has decades of experience as an LSP, it is not difficult for him to find that Hillary is the same kind of person as him.

The only difference is that Harvey is a man and what he needs is a woman.

But Hillary is a woman, and what she needs is a man, and she must be a pretty boy.

Harvey withdrew his gaze and, accompanied by his assistant, walked towards the entrance of the building.

This time he flew from New York to Los Angeles specifically with a secret mission.

He has been active in Hollywood for many years and spends half of the year in Los Angeles. He is no stranger to Twitter and Hawke Oscar and the Ferguson family who founded Twitter.

The latter was once one of the top political and business families in Southern California. Although it gradually faded into obscurity since the mid-90s and seemed to be on the decline, it has resurfaced in recent years and reversed the situation in Los Angeles, turning the City of Angels red again.

And Hawk Oscar is a key figure in this war.

Harvey knows the current mayor of Los Angeles, Brian. In his impression, he is a playboy who likes to date Hollywood actresses and his abilities are not particularly outstanding.

If such a person can be the mayor of Los Angeles, Harvey feels that he is more than qualified to be president.

The front desk receptionist saw the two new people coming in and took the initiative to step forward and ask them.

Then Harvey went to the 16th floor and met Hawke and Brian.

He walked up quickly, shook hands with the two men, and said to Brian with a smile, "I rarely see you at Hollywood parties recently."

Brian responded: "I'm busy with work and responsibilities, and I don't have time to attend Hollywood parties."

"When I have time, I'll hold one just for you." Harvey said this sincerely. He also wanted to befriend the mayor of Los Angeles and the tech upstart next to him: "I'm also old friends with Dwayne Johnson and Dany Garcia. I often hear them mention you."

Hawke shook his hand and nodded slightly.

Harvey knew very well that the two people opposite him were not professional managers from the six major companies, so if he offended them, then he offended them. Ordinary people could only watch the car crash and shooting in Covina, but the secret confrontation and everything that happened behind the scenes directly led to the deaths of many people, including a professional manager of a large investment group.

In the subsequent Russian spy case, BlackRock was directly mired in the quagmire.

Harvey thinks of himself as the hungry wolf of Hollywood, but the technology upstarts on his opposite side are definitely man-eating tigers.

He was flattering and straightforward in a Hollywood way: "To celebrate our acquaintance, I plan to hold a grand entertainment party in the near future and invite a group of popular Hollywood movie stars to attend, including Gwyneth Paltrow, Nicole Kidman, Renée Zellweger, Julia Roberts and other Oscar winners."

Seeing that the two were unmoved, Harvey, with his Hollywood mindset, thought that these might not suit their appetite, and said, "I can also invite Judi Dench and Meryl Streep. If you need them, male stars such as Matt Damon and Ben Affleck can also appear."

Hawke sat on the sofa, not in a hurry to talk.

Brian shook his head directly: "Harvey, let's talk about this later. You didn't come here for this today."

Harvey put on a simple smile on his fat face and said, "I came all the way from New York on behalf of Ms. Hillary to discuss cooperation with you two."

Hawke was straightforward: "Hilary? I wonder what she wants to cooperate with us on? It won't be Blackrock, right?"

Harvey came here this time, indeed on behalf of Hillary.

The two actual controllers of BlackRock approached Hillary and offered her extremely favorable conditions. Hillary was ready to intervene in this matter, but would not act blindly.

Harvey came with a tentative tone and said, "BlackRock is related to the work of Ms. Hillary's family. Miss Chelsea Clinton joined BlackRock as early as last year and served as a senior consultant of BlackRock..."

Hawke didn't remember Chelsea among BlackRock's executives, and turned his head slightly to look at Brian.

Brian shook his head slightly.

Neither interrupted Harvey, allowing him to continue.

So far, Hawke has not had any direct conflict with Hillary Clinton.

Just as there are many factions within the Elephant Party, there are also many contradictions within the Donkey Party.

The Zippertons undoubtedly represent a very large faction within the Donald Trump Party, and are connected to many people in Congress.

"Wait a minute, Harvey." Hawke interrupted Harvey Weinstein and said, "Regarding the BlackRock Investment Group case, I have a suggestion that you can give back to Ms. Hillary."

Harvey was relieved to see that the other party did not directly refuse. Before coming here, Hillary said that there was no direct conflict of interest between the two sides and there was a possibility of negotiation.

Hawke said: "The latest news from the FBI shows that it is not BlackRock Investment Group that is involved in the Russian espionage case, but the management personnel. They have actually damaged Twitter's interests and caused billions of dollars in losses to Twitter's AI Manhattan Project. They must be punished."

Harvey understood: "Just a few people?"

Hawke was direct: "The management, led by Larry Fink and Robert Capito, must be held accountable for this case."

Harvey said, "I will report this to Ms. Hillary." "Now Pimco, Merrill Lynch and Goldman Sachs are all sitting at the table." Hawke's voice was not loud, but it was not easy to ignore: "Tell Ms. Hillary that if she is willing to talk, please have a direct meeting."

Harvey's fat face was particularly serious at this moment: "I will report back."

"That's all." Hawke stood up and left the reception room.

Brian followed immediately.

Edward took Harvey to the elevator.

Harvey acted like an honest and trustworthy fat man. After meeting up with his assistant, he quickly walked out of the Coast Building, got into the Maybach, and asked the driver to drive back to his residence in Los Angeles.

He climbed up the partition, took out the recorder from his pocket, and pressed the play button, but there was only noise and nothing was recorded.

Xavi's face turned ugly in an instant, twisted like a red football. He looked back at the Coast Building which was getting farther and farther away.

These bastards are too cautious, which is very different from traditional politicians.

Many politicians that Harvey knows dare to violate regulations and use ordinary computers at home to send and receive emails, no matter how confidential they are.

Some time ago, when Harvey met a friend in Washington, he heard the other person talk about an interesting story.

Some members of George Walker's cabinet actually set up a group on Twitter to discuss the Iraq security war in the group.

This is a national event, can we treat it like a joke?

Harvey felt that the confidentiality of his board meetings in the company was countless times stronger than that of the cabinet executives who held power in the United States.

Back in a villa in Beverly Hills, Harvey locked himself in the study, called Hillary and told her the situation in detail.

North Wing of the Capitol, Washington.

In the office, Hilary put down the phone, leaned back in her chair, and seriously considered the BlackRock matter.

Given the greed and brutality of politicians, there is no reason for them to let go of the delicious food that is right in front of their mouths.

Especially my daughter, she obviously does not have the political acumen. After marrying into an alliance, if she wants to maintain her status and position, she needs the support of capital.

Naturally, Hillary's first consideration was not how to protect BlackRock's management led by Larry Fink and Robert Capito, but how to maximize her own interests.

If she takes a tough attitude and forces herself into this case that has nothing to do with her, she will have to consider Goldman Sachs and Merrill Lynch.

It wasn't difficult for Hillary to make a decision. She picked up the phone and dialed the number Harvey left. After the call was connected, she smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Hawke Osmond, this is Hillary..."

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Compton, a black neighborhood in the southern part of Los Angeles.

A shabby business car drove into Caldwell Street and stopped in front of the Black Cat Club.

Da Chou picked up the rainbow-colored wig on the empty seat and put it on his head.

A pair of red high heels were thrown over from behind, and Er Chou said, "You are wearing fishnet stockings, how can you not wear red high heels?"

Dachou wore a prosthetic breast and a colorful short skirt. He kicked off his sneakers and put on high heels. He touched the stubble on his cheek and said, "How is it? Doesn't it look good?"

Sanchou, who was driving, looked at it carefully and said, "Not bad, it fits our artistic style."

She was so ugly that she was used as a performance art. After putting on this outfit and pink lipstick and eye shadow, she could enter the church and hang directly on the cross.

No, you can just kick Morgan Freeman out and go to Paris to be God.

The second ugly guy had also finished dressing up by this time. Unlike the big ugly guy, he went for a masculine and queer style.

Da Chou warned: "You have to pay attention. In the psychological cognition of gender, you are a woman."

Er Chou memorized it like a mantra: "I look like a man, but I think I am a woman."

"Let's go." Da Chou opened the car door and got out. Her high heels fell to the ground and she almost fell. She quickly held the car door, adjusted her center of gravity, and walked towards the Black Cat Bar wearing a bright short skirt and black fishnet stockings.

Erchou pinched the big metal ring in the middle of his nose and felt like a cow. He followed Dachou with his dreadlocks swinging.

The two men arrived at the door of the bar. The two sissy guards took a look at their attire, said nothing, and automatically let them in.

After entering the Black Cat Bar, Dachou and Erchou's originally eye-catching outfits suddenly became ordinary.

The bar was filled with monsters and goblins.

A black youth dressed in formal men's suit but wearing pink high heels.

An old black man in a white lace wedding dress.

There was also a woman wearing a torn cardboard box, as if she were a person in a box. (End of this chapter)