The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 53 Stars and Crime

In the reception room of Channel 11 at the Fox Center.

Hawke turned the laptop screen around, pushed it in front of Megan Taylor, and said, "My news source found the girl rescued by Dwayne Johnson. The girl wanted to express her gratitude to Johnson publicly, so she specially recorded this video."

What Megan saw was a blurred face: "No original version?"

Hawke shook his head: "She wants to maintain a quiet life and doesn't want to be disturbed by the media."

Megan crossed her arms, patted her left arm with her right hand, and said seductively: "The price of showing your face and not showing your face is different. The difference is huge."

Hawke spread his hands and said, "I can't let your show infringe on the rights of portraiture and get sued, can I?"

Megan said, "Don't worry, we have the most professional legal advisors."

"I can't do anything about it. The other party really doesn't want to be disturbed." Hawke asked, "Can the video make the headlines?"

Megan thought for a moment and said, "The video doesn't fit the theme of the show. I'll reserve some time after the headlines."

"I watched your show yesterday." Hawke said, "Crime is spreading to the wealthy suburbs in the west. It's a great topic, but it feels more suitable for social news."

Megan is ambitious: "Hollywood stars and criminal groups, this aspect has higher news value. You can actually continue to follow up on the news about Robert Downey Jr., such as who the drug dealers are that he trades with, whether he has traded with other Hollywood stars, whether he has developed a huge drug trafficking network, and it is said that there are some mysterious organizations inside Hollywood..."

Hawke interrupted her: "I just want to make money, not risk my life."

Megan stared at Hawke for a while and continued, "You should pay attention to the news in this regard. If you can take a picture of it, the program team will pay a high price for it."

"Let's try our luck." Hawke took the storage disk provided by Channel 11 and transferred the video out.

The two then agreed on a price, which was just a spin-off news story, and the protagonist was even covered in ashes, and it was only $2000.

Megan took the storage disk and prepared to leave. Before leaving, she suddenly said, "If you can find a Hollywood star to cooperate with you and produce this kind of news, just bring it to me."

Yesterday a hero saved a beauty, and today the rescued person expressed his gratitude. It was the same person who brought the news video, so she would naturally make associations.

Hawke was not surprised that the other party could see through it: "As long as you offer the right price."

Megan added: "Don't forget my star and crime news."

Hawke suddenly thought of something. By the time the Sundance Film Festival closed, the rumor had spread that Verona Ryder had stolen all the nuclear keys.

He quickly searched it on his notebook and found out that the rumor had spread online, but no one had taken any photos to prove it.

According to online news, since January, wherever Verona Ryder goes, she has been followed by a bunch of paparazzi.

The competition was too fierce, and Hawke had no intention of joining in the fun.

He signed the agreement, collected the check for $2000, and went back downstairs to his car.

Dany Garcia called at this time and asked about the situation here, and Hawke quickly repeated it.

The thank-you video aired tonight will continue the news momentum and will then be connected to Johnson's talk show, allowing the topic to continue until "The Scorpion King" is released.

Hawke then went to the accounting firm recommended by Johnson as the tax season had arrived.

The tax system in the United States is complicated and most people simply cannot understand it.

In addition, the IRS has a bad reputation, and defaulting on taxes is definitely not a good option.

Hawke came out of the accounting firm and received a call from Edward.

This guy yelled, "Boss, I received a call from an informant. Britney and her father were arguing in the street. I'm on my way over!"

Hawke ran towards the car, "Where is it?"

Edward said, "Beverlywood, West Olympic Boulevard."

Hawke put down his phone and drove over there.

He was a little far away, and when he arrived, the street was full of reporters holding cameras or video cameras, at least more than 30 people. As for the Britney and her daughter, they had already got into the nanny car.

There were still a large number of paparazzi blocking outside the car taking pictures.

There was no need to think about the exclusive. Hawke simply didn't join the crowd. He got out of the car and jumped onto the flower bed on the side of the road. He looked towards the car and saw only a sea of ​​heads.

A guy with a camera came over from the crowd and spotted Hawke standing on the high ground. He walked over and said, "Dude, you're late. You can't have a hot meal."

Hawke looked down and saw that it was the reporter he met at the scene with Robert Downey Jr., and asked tentatively, "Daniel Richard?"

"It's me." Daniel came to Hawke and said, "I forgot to ask your name last time."

Hawke came down from the flower bed and introduced himself: "Hawk Osment."

Daniel nodded and said with a smile: "I came here the earliest today, and the things I photographed can be sold for at least 5000 US dollars!"

He waved his hand: "I'm not going to talk to you anymore, man. I'm going to make money."

Hawke could hear the boasting in it, or maybe it was a response to the last time.

Edward came out from the crowd, looked around, and soon found Hawke.

With sweat all over his dark face, he said, "It's terrible. They all act like crazy. They are totally not as elegant and relaxed as when we were filming. They are just a bunch of lunatics."

Hawke asked, "What did you capture?"

Edward shook his head. "When I came here, Britney and her father had finished arguing, and they were getting into the car one after the other. The photos I took are not very valuable."

Hawke took the camera, flipped through it, and said, "It's worthless. Let's go back."

There were too many reporters here, so photos like this can't be sold at a high price.

Edward got into the second-hand commercial vehicle and followed Hawke back to the studio.

Hawke took out two bottles of water, threw one to Edward, and asked, "Did the informant call?"

Edward drank half a bottle of water and said, "When the informant found out, there were already reporters filming. In fact, I was too late when I got there."

The boss was a nice guy and introduced a divorced rich woman to him. Edward was very considerate of his boss: "I lost the gas money and the $20 informant fee for this trip. I didn't make anything."

Hawke is more open-minded: "In business, there are always gains and losses."

Edward was like a war today, squeezed in a large number of reporters and paparazzi, his head was bubbling, and he had a rare inspiration: "We have taken many photos of the news clues provided by the informant, but we have never been able to get exclusive news. It seems unreliable to rely on informants to provide news."

Hawke said directly: "The highest price the news provided by the informant was sold for was $280, the one you filmed."

Edward began to calculate in his mind, but after a long time he still couldn't figure it out, so he simply said, "Relying solely on informants, you can't make much money a month, just like a wage earner. It's better to be a professional picker of divorced women with children."

His eyes were empty. “That’s a bit tiring, but at most I’ll just lie down and get squeezed…”

Hawke said: "Developing news sources from ordinary people is actually a matter of luck. If you are lucky, you will come across big news."

"God never favors black people." Edward has made a lot of money recently, and he feels confident. He is very confident when picking up girls: "Boss, it's not reliable to rely on clues from news informants. We still have to produce news and sell it ourselves."

Hawke agreed completely: "This kind of thing also requires chance." He took out an invitation letter: "I can bring someone to the premiere of "The Scorpion King". You can come with me. Prepare a suit."

Edward thought about the awkwardness of wearing formal clothes and shook his head repeatedly: "I won't go, I won't go..."

Hawke easily grasped him: "Lucky to meet a divorced Hollywood star with a kid."

Edward's expression straightened up: "Boss, I think you need a bag carrier."

Hawke said seriously: "You should learn more, at least you can do the math correctly. The studio will not just stay at the level of producing news."

Edward sat down dejectedly: "Kill me."

(End of this chapter)