American Gossip King

Chapter 117 Hollywood Nightmare (Part 2)

"Extra number! Extra number!"

"Queen Madonna had a private rendezvous with rising male model Cochrane, and they had a passionate encounter at the Roosevelt Hotel."

Madonna is six months pregnant!

A bombshell revelation instantly shocked countless people, as if a nuclear bomb had blown Hollywood upside down.

Madonna married British director Guy Ritchie last year, the famous director of "Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels." Historically, her child with Ritchie should have been born last year, but history has taken a turn; Madonna became pregnant a year later.

Cheating is one thing, but having a pregnant woman is the real problem!

They're quite adept at it.

Omnichannel!

Despite their seemingly carefree lifestyles, Americans still value family highly. In the entertainment industry, many people lead their own lives, so it's best to tone it down a bit.

The result was that one stone stirred up a thousand waves, causing countless gulls and egrets to be startled.

The news instantly became a hot topic across the United States, and because Madonna is a globally renowned superstar, the whole world was shaken.

The Times and the Herald each published a portion of Madonna's photos; to see the full content, you had to buy both newspapers—a shameless tactic by capitalists.

The result was a surge in sales of the Times and the Herald.

On this day, the Los Angeles Times' sales rose back to 140 million copies, and the Los Angeles Herald also increased to 160 million copies, officially and comprehensively surpassing the Times.

The two newspapers together sold for 300 million.

Public opinion erupted in uproar.

"I never imagined Madonna was this kind of person."

"Are you kidding me, buddy? Madonna's private life has always been promiscuous."

"But she's pregnant."

"Idiot, this is exactly when a woman needs it most."

"Are you sure that's Guy Ritchie's child?"

"Fuck? How am I supposed to confirm this? Even Guy Ritchie couldn't confirm it."

"Butterflies, butterflies again! Why are all the good journalists at Carl Media?"

"I believe this was done by Ian Karl."

"No, if it were Ian Carr, he would grab a microphone and rush over to interview Madonna!"

"If I were Ian Carr, I would say to Madonna, 'You don't want your secrets to be known by the public, do you?' And then just 'hehehe'."

"So this has to be Butterfly's news. Madonna won't sleep with him, he has AIDS!"

"That's hard to say. Having sex with someone with AIDS doesn't mean you'll definitely get AIDS. In fact, there's only a one in a thousand chance."

"I'd take that risk for Madonna!"

"Haha! I'd love to too!"

The lively discussions among the public have made this early summer in the United States incredibly vibrant, ensuring there's no shortage of topics to talk about after meals.

In contrast, comments from other peers were not so positive.

The New York Daily News claims:

"Carl Media is a clown who tries to attract attention; they always focus on low-brow topics instead of people's livelihoods."

Bullshit! I have far more violent news!

The New York World claims:

"Madonna's behavior is a serious violation of the Lord's teachings, and she should repent. Of course, we do not support Ian Carr's actions, and we also despise this kind of theft-style news acquisition."

Come on, aren't all the bombshell scoops secretly filmed? Do you think they'd just hand them over to you willingly?

The Washington Post stated:

"No one is pure. Compared to Madonna, I pay more attention to Ian Carr. We look forward to seeing some big news about Ian Carr one day. We believe his private life is not much better than those of the celebrities he has exposed."

You're right, but you can't get a picture of it, haha!

Sing Tao Daily stated:

"Carl Media should broaden its horizons to the world; there are many things happening in the world. Hollywood has limited its vision and its development."

That's because Lao Tzu's eye technique doesn't grant the ability to create clones!

Everyone has their own version of events, but the general consensus is that they are openly or covertly disparaging Carl Media.

I'm so envious and jealous!

Ian Carl has become incredibly famous over the past year.

In less than a year, he became the boss of a media company with a scale of over one billion yuan, possessing countless bombshell revelations.

Why can't our journalists do the same?

Absolutely outrageous!

As for China...

They fell silent again.

This is hard to explain away!

But even though they didn't say it, the comments section within China was also a scene of jubilation.

Those were voices filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment:

"Americans really know how to have fun."

"This violates human ethics and morality!"

"Dirty American imperial capitalism."

"This is freedom! It's a liberation of humanity!"

The conflict between the opposing voices continues.

Twenty years from now, people will probably be saying, "Bring me in, it'll be a fair 2v2, I'm good at sidelane, mid, and jungle!"

………………

In the hotel, Ian had his arm around Jessica, and they were looking at the newspapers and laughing.

He enjoys these comments filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment; they are the embodiment of his life's meaning and his greatest pleasure now, besides communicating with beautiful women!

New information has been released, but this is just the beginning, not the end.

Ian is still searching in Hollywood, trying to get all the big scoops.

As a result, he and Jessica stayed at almost every hotel in Hollywood over the past few days.

Just as I was enjoying Jessica's service, the phone rang. It was Kate.

Ian took the phone, gestured for Jessica to be quiet, and then said, "Hi, Kate."

She sighed, "Did you see Pearl Harbor?"

Ian smiled and said, "Yeah."

Not long ago, Pearl Harbor was released, and after a lot of pre-release publicity and hype, the release of Pearl Harbor was significantly more popular than in the previous life.

Although the film was profitable, its reception was lukewarm, with many critics giving it negative reviews. Carl Media, of course, wouldn't criticize its financial backers, but they also had no interest in flattering them—unless you offered more money.

Kate was also affected.

She said in a resentful tone, "They say my acting is bad."

"Don't listen to their nonsense, you're great, baby," Ian said casually.

Jessica was somewhat displeased with this address, and she gently closed her teeth, causing Ian to involuntarily let out a painful gasp.

Kate immediately understood: "Busy?"

Ian laughed and said, "What else can we do? Find news."

That's right, there are cameras pointed at the other side right now, but it's not a bombshell like Madonna.

But ingredients are ingredients; you have to eat both the main dishes and the side dishes.

The latest novel is first published here!

Hotels are not only places to sleep with beautiful women, but also great places for Ian to film private moments. So it's become the norm for Ian to work while having fun with beautiful women.

Scarlett, Jessica, and Helen Berry are all used to this.

Kate, on the other hand, wasn't used to it. She slept with Ian only after watching it.

Kate gave a soft snort, as if to say, "You're such a fool," and then said, "You're always so dedicated, Ian. Which direction?"

"Hollywood, of course."

"Wow, you're not following me, are you?"

Ian was taken aback: "You mean there's a man with you?"

Kate chuckled. "Are you jealous, Ian? That's wonderful."

Jessica said softly, "He's not eating, I'm eating."

Ian quickly pinched Jessica's cheek, signaling her to be quiet.

Unlike Scarlett, Kate is less likely to accept this.

Jessica was a little unhappy, so she simply got up and went to watch the performance on the other side of the camera.

Ian tried to calm himself down and said into the phone, "Yes, baby, I'm jealous. Don't tell me there's some bastard on top of you right now."

"Don't worry, we're just talking about work. I won't see another man before you dump me," Kate said quietly.

"That's wonderful, honey." Ian kissed the phone.

Just then, he heard a deep voice come from the other end of the phone: "Ask him whose information he got?"

Kate asked, "Pitt asked you whose information you got. It was Brad Pitt. I was working on the script with him, the director, the producer, and the screenwriter."

Chinese people might use script analysis to mask their romantic escapades, while Americans don't need to.

Brad Pitt?

Is Kate going to work with him?

It's not surprising, after all, Kate in this timeline is famous because of herself—regardless of her acting skills, her looks and popularity are there, so she has fans who will support her, and opportunities that she didn't have before will naturally come her way.

Ian was about to say he had no information on him when a thought suddenly struck him, and he laughed, "I have information on George Clooney."

"Fuck!" came an angry shout from the other end of the phone. "Ian Carl, you can't leak his information! This is Brad Pitt, we can talk."

Ian, his mind racing, tried to control himself and said, "I understand why you're so worried. Ocean's Eleven is coming out in the second half of the year, right?"

On the phone, Brad Pitt sighed, "If you ruin him, you'll ruin us, ruin all our hard work for the past year! How much money do you want, Ian Carr?"

Ian said calmly, "Don't insult a journalist's bottom line, okay? I won't use this kind of material to exchange for money directly."

Kate sneered from the side.

It's only been nine months since Miss Cressida Tillman's incident!

Your bottom line is really flexible.

Brad Pitt immediately understood his meaning: "Not directly exchanging money? Can we do it indirectly?"

Ian chuckled. "I never leak my friends' secrets, buddy. By the way, Ocean's Eleven is coming out in the second half of the year, but the marketing hasn't even started yet, right?"

Brad Pitt laughed heartily: "No problem, I'll have them give you some of the publicity."

"I want a split model," Ian replied.

"Are you kidding me?" Brad Pitt asked, taken aback.

"No need to be surprised, Pete. Marketing and distribution can be split!" Ian chuckled.

If it's a hit product, then we'll use a revenue-sharing model.

If it's a bad movie, then just charge for it.

Although Ian doesn't make movies himself, as his media empire continues to grow, he will eventually be in charge of all the publicity and distribution in Hollywood.

On the other end of the phone, Brad Pitt paused for a moment, then said, "This needs to be discussed with Warner Bros."

Ian said calmly, "Don't worry, my price won't be excessive. Besides, you all know the influence of Carl Media... When will Ocean's Eleven be released? In December? There are still six months left. Do you know how fast Carl Media will expand?"

Brad Pitt laughed and said, "Okay, I'll pass it on for you."

After the call ended, Ian got up and went behind Jessica, putting his arm around her cute waist.

Just as they were about to do something, Jessica snuggled in Ian's arms and suddenly said, "Don't you think it's a bit boring to always be having affairs? Besides, Dandy Constell isn't exactly a big star."

Ian shook his head: "News needs not only quality, but also quantity."

"But didn't you always say you wanted to do a good job with the plot?" Jessica turned around abruptly, blinking her eyes at him. "Where did your clever brain go? Did you get distracted and lower your IQ? Why didn't you call his wife?"

Ian paused, then overjoyed, hugged Jessica, and gave her a passionate kiss: "Fuck! I completely forgot about that. You're right, baby, we should create the plot ourselves. Dandy Constell cheating at a hotel and being chased by his wife...that's good news! Hopefully, she'll be carrying a knife."

Jessica chuckled mischievously, "I'll make the call. It'll be even more fun if his wife chases him out naked."

Ian chuckled, "He'll definitely try to put something on himself, but if he's unlucky... it'll slip off!"

Half an hour later, a spectacular show officially began inside the building across the street.

(End of this chapter)