America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 313 Creating News and Selling News

More and more people gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Not far away, the Harry Potter crew also arrived.

Of all the stars in the studio, Emma Watson overshadowed everyone else, becoming the brightest star in the night sky.

After taking several photos, Bruce didn't stop and sped off to the film set.

"What's going on?" Martin was still listening to the sounds coming from behind: "I heard that girl in front shout that firecrackers attacked Emma Watson."

Bruce was listening intently, and also recorded the sounds coming from inside: "It sounds like someone set off firecrackers on Hermione in the bathroom."

Setting off firecrackers to blow up a toilet? What a genius!

Martin immediately thought of someone and said, "Saoirse Ronan, the voyeur!"

Bruce nodded: "It's probably her. She just asked for some firecrackers at noon and had a conflict with Emma Watson."

Martin and Bruce are both back, and many members of the crew are heading there.

There was no one at the tow truck stop. After parking his electric scooter, Martin prepared to go get his bag and return to the hotel.

A dark figure suddenly emerged from the darkness on the left.

Martin reacted extremely quickly. Before anyone could reach him, he grabbed the man by the neck and slammed him against the carriage floor with a thud.

The man was dressed in a black robe with a pointed hat and wore an exaggerated white skull mask, looking exactly like the serial killer from Scream.

However, she is petite, a few sizes too small.

Saoirse whispered, "It's me, it's me, Saoirse!"

Martin ripped the hood off her head and said, "You're lucky you didn't kill me."

Saoirse said, "Um... could you take me to the studio entrance later?"

Martin got into the car and started packing, then asked, "Did you handle Emma Watson's situation?"

"I did it." Saoirse had taken the firecrackers from Martin's place, so she knew she couldn't deny it: "I threw them into the stall while she was in the bathroom. It must have been quite a sight."

She suddenly changed the subject: "Actually, I saw it. You two had some disagreements with her. You won't tell her, right?"

Martin thought for a moment, and since he had already established a "good guy" persona, he decided to stick to it and took out his phone to show her the photos.

Saoirse took Martin's phone and looked through a dozen or so photos. Although they weren't very clear, she could still make out that they all showed Emma Watson looking disheveled. When she saw the little witch with toilet paper on her head, she laughed heartily.

Martin warned, "Watch your mouth. You've offended the princess of all Harry Potter fans. You'll really get beaten to death."

Saoirse nodded repeatedly: "I absolutely won't tell anyone! Martin, you won't tell anyone either, right? This is our secret."

She asked Martin, "Could I have a copy of the photo?"

Bruce took out a laptop and saved the clearer photos taken under the bright streetlights to two USB drives. He gave one of the USB drives to Saoirse and said, "Keep it and enjoy it."

"Thank you." Saoirse put away the USB drive, with a hint of regret: "It's a pity I wasn't there to see it."

Martin reminded him, "Let's go."

Saoirse pulled out an ordinary black bag, packed her burqa and mask, got out of the trailer, boarded the electric scooter Bruce had driven, and they left the studio together.

Arriving at the parking lot near the gate, she got out of the car and waved to Martin, saying, "My hotel is nearby. I'll come find you another day."

Martin waved his hand and got into the car with Bruce.

Bruce didn't start the car, and asked Martin, "This thing should fetch a good price if sold to a reporter from The Sun, right?"

Martin asked, "No pocket money left?"

"The extra income is enough to cover my daily expenses." Bruce had many considerations: "I'm planning to buy Kim and Kohler a few new bags, and I'll use these photos as payment."

He hadn't forgotten Martin: "Lily's coming to Los Angeles, you need to bring her a gift. I reckon this money could buy a whole bunch of saltwater crocodile teeth and bison horns."

Martin glanced at the time: "Hurry up and sell them before the others come out. Don't show up yourself."

Bruce knew that following Martin would sometimes put him in the media spotlight, so he immediately nodded: "I'll find someone."

He immediately took out his phone and made a call.

Songlin Film Studio has a large number of film crews and a star-studded cast, making it a target for many gossip media reporters and paparazzi.

Reporters from newspapers like The Sun and the Daily Mail have long been stationed here.

Guedes is a reporter for The Sun who has been stationed here for a long time.

It was getting late, and he was getting ready to leave work when someone came from the film studio and knocked on his car door.

Guedes rolled down the car window and asked, "Is something the matter?"

"I know you work for The Sun." The man was unremarkable in appearance, easily lost in a crowd. "I have a story to sell, are you interested?"

Guedes advised, "It would be best to have pictures or videos."

The man nodded: "I have pictures, from the Harry Potter film crew, Emma Watson, absolutely exclusive!"

Guedes opened the passenger door, let the man into the car, and said, "I need to see the photos."

The man took out his phone, opened a photo, and saw Emma Watson in the background, which appeared to be inside a film studio.

After several years in the industry, Guedes had developed a keen eye and immediately noticed that something was wrong with Emma Watson. Under the bright streetlights, there was a large wet patch between her two trouser legs, and the stains on her clothes gave off a bad vibe. Her head looked like a piece of toilet paper.

Looking at her fierce and menacing expression, as if she were about to kill someone, she was nothing like the knowledgeable young lady she usually was.

Guedes wanted to see more.

The man put his phone away and said, "There are nine photos in total, and each one is breathtaking."

Guedes, well aware of the photograph's value to The Sun, asked, "I'd like to know exactly what happened?"

The person pressed play on their phone, and a recording came out.

In the night breeze, the faint sound of a girl's voice could be heard: "Someone attacked Emma Watson with firecrackers in the toilet! Emma Watson was so scared she peed her pants..."

Guedes was blunt: "Buddy, name your price."

The man said, "4 pounds, no bargaining." He pointed to another car in the distance: "The Daily Mail and Metro reporters will definitely be interested."

The price was too high, and Guedes couldn't make the decision alone: ​​"Give me some time, I'll make a call."

The man urged, "Don't keep me waiting too long, I don't have that much patience."

Guedes spoke for several minutes on the phone, then said, "I want all the photos, audio, and spoken news—£4!"

The man nodded: "No problem."

In just over ten minutes, the two sides completed the news deal.

Martin and Bruce had already returned to the hotel where the film crew was staying.

Standing on the balcony of the hotel room, you can see the brightly lit film studio.

Bruce said, "The person I hired took £5000, and the remaining £3.5 will be transferred to me soon."

Martin, who wasn't short of money, said, "You can keep it for yourself, you don't need to give it to me."

Bruce didn't stand on ceremony with Martin: "I'll pay the invoices for the goods from Australia this time."

Martin was in high spirits: "The Sun should really thank us; we got them several big stories."

Bruce said, "Bale and Blanchett, and now Emma Watson." He then recalled, "The clues about Harvey Weinstein that were given to them in New York."

Martin had almost forgotten about it and asked, "Hasn't the News of the World reported on it yet?"

"No, they're probably still gathering more information." Bruce had been keeping a close eye on things: "I have confirmed that the team chased us from New York to Los Angeles, and they're definitely not letting up."

Martin kept this in mind; he might need it someday.

Bruce knew Martin wanted the dogs to fight each other.

Martin glanced at the time: "I'm going to get some rest. We have to continue filming tomorrow."

"I'll inquire about the situation at the studio," Bruce said, taking out his phone to make a call.

Pinewood Studios, the Harry Potter film crew.

Emma Watson took a shower, changed into new clothes, and stormed up to Cheryl, lunging at her to grab her hair.

Several crew members quickly stopped them.

Emma Watson yelled, "You bitch, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Cheryl's face was completely innocent: "You told me to go and call for help, and I did!" She burst into tears, seemingly on the verge of a breakdown: "I listened to you and went to call for help, and this is how you treat me! How could anyone do this to me! How could anyone do this to me..."

The crew members glanced at Cheryl, then at Emma Watson, and simultaneously cursed inwardly, "Both of them are bitches!"

Emma Watson jumped up and down: "Bitch, I'm going to tear your mouth apart!"

Cheryl felt even more aggrieved.

One of them was arrogant and domineering, while the other was wronged and innocent.

Emma's agent, who is also her father, Chris Watson, came in from outside and shouted, "Enough! Stop arguing!"

The office finally quieted down.

"Don't make a fuss, don't cause trouble, I'll handle it." Chris told his daughter, then went to find several producers on the set and urged them to act quickly, to have the crew keep the news under wraps, and to talk to people on nearby film sets to prevent the release of any sensational photos or videos.

Without these, news would remain merely rumors.

"There are just too many people watching tonight; it's impossible to cordon them off," producer David Heyman said. "I can only do my best."

The commotion was so great that the news might have already reached the tabloids and paparazzi.

Chris said, "Then prepare a statement as soon as possible, saying that the crew did it for filming purposes, or that a group of girls were playing an April Fool's game or something."

David Heyman looked at the production's PR manager: "Get a proposal out tonight."

The other side immediately agreed and called an emergency meeting to discuss the matter.

Despite the crew's extensive preparations, the next morning, the latest issue of The Sun was published, and a series of photos and related news about Emma Watson appeared on the front page, shocking the entire UK.

Even in North America, on the other side of the Atlantic, the news spread at breakneck speed.

No one believed the explanation given by the production team at the press conference.

Subsequently, Emma Watson temporarily withdrew from the Harry Potter filming, and paparazzi from The Sun photographed her visiting a psychologist.

This incident was eventually dubbed: Diaper Gate!

(End of this chapter)