American Gossip King

Chapter 187 Let's discuss one more condition.

It's early May.

Hollywood film and television shooting area.

The vast film studios stretch out in a row, and as you stroll along, you can see film crews busy in various locations, occasionally staging all sorts of fantastical and mysterious storylines.

Ian walked casually around with his hands behind his back, followed by Dan, the head of Lockbridge Pictures.

Further away were his secretary, assistants, and others.

The small-time producer who used to make a living selling insider information now followed Ian closely, his face full of fawning smiles: "My grand Greek wedding has been released, and it's doing great. Spider-Man is coming out soon too. Your vision in film is unparalleled."

Ian gave a soft "Mmm": "I'm not surprised by that."

Dan smiled broadly: "I've come across several good scripts recently."

Ian stopped in his tracks, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Lockbridge Pictures doesn't produce films. If I see a single penny spent on scripts at Lockbridge Pictures, I'll kill you."

Dan was startled and quickly said, "It didn't cost any money. But we still need to do something. Promotional channels?"

Ian shook his head.

He turned to look at Dan and said seriously, "I've never had any expectations for your development in Lockbridge, Dan! I know you; you're not cut out for it, and neither am I. There's an old saying: don't try to make money outside your area of ​​expertise! You may not understand, but I do! As long as you do what I assign you, even if you spend the rest of your time in the office having sex with your secretary, I won't criticize you, understand?"

Dan nodded frantically in fright!

This is indeed Ian's definition of the lock bridge.

The purpose of Lockbridge's existence is to become a "nominal bigwig" in Hollywood by using the movies he buys, and then use that name to swagger around, so that he can gather information with more precise targets.

Therefore, the staff at the bridge, though ostensibly film industry professionals, were actually just out there gathering information—essentially undercover reporters. It was thanks to these people that Ian was able to more accurately uncover major scoops, instead of relying solely on luck while wandering the streets as before.

As he spoke, Ian stopped and looked into the distance.

A film crew was shooting on the artificial scenic street not far away.

Ian saw Anne Hathaway there; she seemed to be filming a movie, wearing an exquisite and gorgeous fashion gown, soaring high in the air like a celestial being pulled by wires.

Even now, Ian still remembers the scene when he first met her.

That fleeting touch of the finger stirred my heartstrings.

The catwoman's tenderness stirs the young man's heart!

Speaking of which, Halle Berry is also Catwoman!

I guess I'm just destined to be with cats!

At this moment, Dan said, "At least I can get news about other movies and TV shows that are about to be released."

Nowadays, if a film company wants to promote or distribute a movie, they almost dare not refuse. However, they certainly won't proactively say, "We have a new movie coming out, come and talk to me about cooperation!"

In reality, they would hide it, and when Ian Carl came looking for them, they would cry out, "You're too late, it's all been distributed. How about I squeeze some out for you?"

There's always a way to escape Ian Carr's extortion; at least you can get a smaller share.

In order to secure a sufficient share, he needs people like Dan, Howard Stringer, and Harvey Weinstein to provide him with information as soon as possible.

Ian nodded. "That's right, that's where your importance lies. Don't worry, Dan, do your job well. While I can't fulfill your dream of becoming a famous producer, I can at least ensure you get the treatment you desire."

As he spoke, he looked back into the distance, where Anne Hathaway was stretching out gracefully in the air.

Under the light, her perfect figure was clearly revealed.

"Wow," Ian murmured softly.

After gaining X-ray vision, Ian used it frequently at first, but after a while, he got tired of just looking and stopped using it.

However, Ian found himself still able to be moved by such a beauty.

Then he raised his right hand and pointed his thumb slightly towards the sky.

Upon seeing this action, Vincent instantly realized what was happening, picked up the camera and ran over, following Ian's gaze to aim the lens at the film crew and begin focusing.

Dan, being knowledgeable, immediately realized what was happening and exclaimed in astonishment, "Is something going to happen?"

Ian had already headed towards the film set.

A staff member on set shouted, "Don't come any closer! We're filming here! Oh, damn it, it's Mr. Carl. Please don't disturb the filming, okay?"

The voice instantly dropped eight octaves.

In Hollywood, nobody is afraid of Ian Carl now!

Ian stopped a short distance away, pointed at Anne Hathaway in the air, and said casually, "The wire is about to break."

"What?" The person at the scene was stunned.

Ian pointed to the cable in the air: "See that? There's a crack there. It can't hold on any longer; it'll break soon."

The next moment, he suddenly pushed aside the people on site and rushed in.

At the same time, with a snap in the sky, the wire broke, and Anne Hathaway plummeted to the ground with a scream.

She was terrified and turned pale while suspended in mid-air.

I'm dying!

I'm dying!

Then she saw a young, handsome man burst through the crowd and leap towards her.

He arrived at high speed, opened his arms to her, and Anne Hathaway fell right into his embrace.

Anne jolted, staring at him in astonishment: "Ian Carl?"

Ian smiled at her and said, "You're alright, you're not very heavy."

"Oh my God!" Everyone around them rushed over in alarm, crowding around them: "Miss Hathaway, are you alright?"

Anne Hathaway just stared blankly at Ian, who was hugging her: "You saved my life, Ian."

Ian smiled: "Would you like to repay this favor on the spot?"

Anne Hathaway was stunned.

Everyone was stunned.

Is it really that direct?

Vincent moved even closer to them from behind, starting to capture close-ups.

The director next to him wanted to tell irrelevant people to get out of the way and that the crew should stop filming, but after looking at Ian, he didn't dare to say it.

Ian smiled at Anne Hathaway and said softly, "Don't worry about it, it's just for the show. Simply saving someone isn't good news; a little banter is fine too. Ian Carl saved Anne Hathaway and asked for a favor on the spot, which she sternly refused. That would be good news!"

Everyone: "..."

Ian Carl, you've never had the idea of ​​letting things transition smoothly and naturally, have you?

You always find a way to make something interesting out of anything you get your hands on.

An unexpected scene unfolded.

Anne Hathaway looked at Ian with wide eyes and said softly, "The problem is, I didn't intend to refuse!"

She wrapped her arms around Ian's neck, leaned in, and gave him a long, passionate kiss.

Vincent excitedly filmed the scene, while Brideson pressed the camera button for the crew.

You're not in the news industry, so don't get involved in this.

………………

In a Hollywood restaurant, Ian and Anne Hathaway sat together having dinner.

Anne Hathaway was looking at her computer while eating.

WND News has reported that Anne Hathaway encountered danger while filming GG.

"Anne Hathaway encountered danger during filming."

"Ian Carl once again saves the day."

"Anne Hathaway repays a debt of gratitude on the spot."

The comments below were numerous.

"What a rare scene! Ian Carl didn't kill anyone, but saved someone."

"He's saved people before!"

"But he killed even more people."

"Damn it, shouldn't your focus be on Anne Hathaway kissing Ian? My God, my goddess! Another goddess is about to fall into Ian Carl's hands."

"Why? Why can't this happen to me? Why is it always Ian Carl? Why does this always happen to him?"

"A good journalist needs to be observant. Ian Carr discovered the problem long before it happened, which is why he was able to prepare in advance."

"That's real strength!"

"Ian Carl, come find me! I'm willing to jump from the 20th floor!"

"Jump! He can't catch you, fat woman. He can't even catch two floors, let alone 20!"

Other peers hadn't commented yet, but there was no shortage of envy and jealousy.

But one thing is certain: while Anne Hathaway's on-the-spot act of repaying a debt of gratitude wasn't quite up to par, something much higher is likely to happen soon...

No one would doubt this answer.

They wouldn't even feel jealous, they would only feel envious.

The latest novel is first published here!

Looking at these comments, Anne Hathaway clicked her tongue and shook her head.

She looked at Ian with her bright eyes: "It hasn't been more than four hours since then."

Ian poured her a glass of red wine: "My news is always broadcast at top speed."

Anne Hathaway pursed her red lips: "I can tell that saving Anne Hathaway is nothing to you; the important thing is that you've gotten another big news story."

These words carried a hint of jealousy.

In your eyes, I'm not even as important as the news?

Ian smiled slightly.

He shook his head: "In the news stories I've covered, this is the smallest category."

Anne was speechless.

Ian didn't deny the importance of news in his mind, but what he denied was the value of this news story itself... He actually thought it wasn't big news!

Anne Hathaway was a little angry: "So I'm not even worth as much as a worthless news story?"

Ian still didn't give her a direct answer. He shook his head and said, "This news might not be worthless. Do you know how it works? The director filming GG will be questioned about why they were so negligent about safety. The insurance company will express serious concern about the incident and raise insurance premiums. The GG Chamber of Commerce will be furious because it could affect their products... If you were seriously injured, the problem would be even more serious, and the news coverage would be even better."

You're basically admitting that I'm not as valuable as a news story, aren't you?

Anne Hathaway was angry, but also amazed by his explanation.

Are all people in the media this shrewd? Or is this only true for Ian Carl?

Ian said, "You see, this is news. For every billion the world loses, the news industry earns ten million."

Anne Hathaway was successfully distracted by him and muttered, "It doesn't sound like a good deal."

"That depends on how you understand the media. It's not essentially a business, it's about power. Power doesn't care about profit or loss!" Ian laughed as he served Anne some food: "Some black truffles, please."

Anne Hathaway's emotions have been completely controlled by Ian.

Although she had feelings for Ian from the beginning, it was ultimately because of Ian's identity.

Even at this moment, Ian's seemingly casual and indifferent demeanor revealed the unique charm of a powerful man.

So what if he doesn't care about me?

He had every right to not care about me!

He doesn't need to prove to me how much he values ​​me, he doesn't need to prove to any woman...

Anne Hathaway immediately tried to convince herself otherwise.

She pursed her lips slightly and looked at Ian with a hint of infatuation.

Just then, a comment popped up on the computer screen.

Anne Hathaway glanced at it and laughed, "Look at this comment. I like it. Maybe it can shatter your so-called claim of power."

As she spoke, she turned her laptop toward Ian Carl, a mischievous smile playing on her beautiful eyes.

Ian looked and saw that it read:

"Why does this kind of thing happen wherever Ian Karl goes? I suspect that the wire didn't break on its own, but that Ian Karl broke it. This guy will do anything to make news."

Upon seeing this comment, Ian laughed: "The biggest problem with the internet is that it's hard to filter out unpleasant voices, so you can still receive a lot of negative feedback."

Anne Hathaway looked at Ian in surprise: "You're not angry?"

Then she covered her mouth in surprise: "You really did this?"

Ian shook his head: "I can cut a crack in the wire, but tell me, what gives me the right to decide which wire the crew will use? And what gives me the right to decide when it will break?"

Anne Hathaway breathed a slight sigh of relief: "I feel much more at ease now that you say that."

You're too optimistic.

The facts are just the opposite.

Ian didn't make the crack, but the coincidental break was definitely his doing.

There are not so many coincidences in the world; there are only countless calculations or opportunities to seize.

When Ian saw the tiny crack, all he needed to do was let it break just when he needed it, rather than giving the opportunity to someone else.

Otherwise, what kind of news producer would you call yourself?

Many things become habits, and ever since the crew set the fire, Ian's "news-making" nature has been brought into play more and more—decline always accelerates.

But that's understandable.

He is different now than before.

He used to be just a nobody, wandering around slums and chaotic areas, and if he encountered someone who didn't know what was good for him, he would go and fight them, and the news would be readily available.

Things are different now. Most of the time, it's a bunch of thugs waving guns at you, and when they see Ian Carr, their faces turn pale, they shout, "Oh my god, it's Ian Carr! Run!" and then they run away... The time with Megan Fox, he could deliberately hide himself in the dark to make the story happen; otherwise, it would be difficult to get the news as easily as before.

This forces Ian to make greater use of his "subjective initiative".

Ian looked at her and smiled: "But it's true that there are always some special events surrounding me."

"Isn't it because of your special pursuit?"

"I pursue many things. Explosive news, celebrity privacy, thrilling accidents, and of course, rare beautiful women."

Anne Hathaway laughed: "I'm not Megan Fox, I won't let you reveal that I repaid a debt of gratitude on the spot."

Ian nodded: "But at least you're willing to sleep with someone."

Anne Hathaway smiled.

This big-mouthed beauty is youthful and radiant; she's much prettier than Daenerys Targaryen when she smiles.

She leaned closer, revealing her fair neck, and said softly, "Don't let this get out. Don't let your reporters follow me. You can't report any negative news about me, not a single one! And if my friends need help, you have to help them too!"

Ian shook his head slightly: "This isn't a deal, Miss Hathaway. I prefer relationships that involve a bit of emotion."

Anne Hathaway looked at him in surprise.

Ian Carl, how dare you say such a thing?

How many of those women who threw drinks at you did you sleep with? Did you have feelings for them before?

The only girlfriends you've ever officially acknowledged are Kate Beckinsale and Scarlett Johansson.

The girl behind her didn't even need the title of "girlfriend"!

Anne Hathaway replied arrogantly, "You want love? Then you need to pursue me for at least three months, send me flowers every day, only say things I want to hear, appear when I need you, disappear when I don't, stand out from the competition, show the utmost enthusiasm and passion every day, create romance and surprises for me from time to time, announce to the public that you only have eyes for me now, pursue me, and cut off contact with all other girls. Then you'll have a 10% chance!"

Ian: "..."

After thinking for a moment, he put down his knife and fork and looked at the black-haired beauty in front of him: "Let's talk about the previous condition."

(End of this chapter)