American Gossip King

Chapter 223 Illuminati?

Mischel Street, at Kripps' home.

Ian sat in his study, drinking red wine.

Harvey Weinstein was kneeling across from the desk.

The fat man stared at Ian with trepidation and a deathly pale face.

He regretted it so much at that moment!

Why did I make such a stupid choice?

Ian looked at him with icy eyes.

He raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "I don't quite understand, Harvey. I mean, I still have the footage of you trying to rape Scarlett. Even if you really prove that I drugged and raped Natalie Portman, I can still release news about you and drag you down with me. So, what made you make that choice?"

Harvey Weinstein, the influential figure in the entertainment industry, said helplessly, "This is the Illuminati's demand, and I can't resist. They said all I have to do is say a few bad things about you, and they'll take care of any trouble you encounter."

Illuminati?

Ian was taken aback, then his brows furrowed deeply.

Ian knew that the Illuminati was a real organization, but that folklore had exaggerated it.

In reality, this kind of organization can be considered both impressive and unimpressive.

Because it is essentially a group of people working together towards a certain goal, its organization is relatively loose and there is no absolute power.

The simplest example is the United Nations.

In terms of organizational power, the United Nations is the world's largest organization.

But what's the point?

The United Nations does not have its own army and cannot exert strong control over any country.

The Illuminati is the same; it's just a loose alliance—an organization held together by empty promises and shared goals. It lacks the power to control others and therefore cannot manipulate its members as easily as it is its own arm.

But it would be wrong to say that it is completely useless.

For example, China has the Taishan Club, which brings together the country's business elites.

When Boss Shi's Giant Group went bankrupt, it was the business tycoons in the Taishan Club who helped him make a comeback.

So this kind of organization is impressive in size but loosely organized; whether it's truly impressive depends on the specific tasks it undertakes.

In any case, if it involves personal interests, no organization should speak up; if it doesn't involve personal interests, then we can be like-minded.

The Illuminati that Harvey Weinstein referred to was a Jewish organization. They usually went about their own business, but if they encountered a common goal, they might unite to take action.

This puzzled Ian: "I have never publicly advocated against Jews. James Perry is Jewish, UTA's Matibauer is Jewish, and I'm a business partner with them. Even if I don't get along with Spielberg and his team, it's for business reasons, not related to ethnic conflict. Why would the Illuminati target me?"

Harvey Weinstein replied helplessly, "Spielberg too, George Lucas too... If you target them, you're bound to offend some people. Yes, you haven't openly targeted Jews, but they can ignore that. If you want to attack a country, you can just find any excuse. It's the same with Jews wanting to deal with a target. Ian Karl, Jews are very powerful in the media, your rise has made them somewhat fearful, and your methods have made them dissatisfied."

understood.

It's still a conflict of commercial interests, disguised as a matter of national righteousness.

The Illuminati is a loose organization, so as long as a portion of its members act in its name, it can be used to impersonate the Illuminati.

The key point is that Harvey Weinstein himself also wanted to break free from Ian's control.

If Ian were imprisoned, and Marty Bauer happened to be Jewish, he could use Bauer to persuade Scarlett. If Scarlett yielded, even if Ian Carl released the video, Harvey Weinstein could explain it as "a game."

Therefore, he had to make a move... and his move wasn't actually that outrageous. To put it bluntly, he just kicked Ian when he was down and said a few words of abuse, but didn't do anything else.

At this moment, Ian thought carefully and said, "Is there anything else? There can't be no one else behind this."

Harvey wailed, "I don't know the specifics, but I can look it up for you!"

Ian remained silent.

After a while, he finally got up.

Approaching the fat man, he looked coldly at Harvey Weinstein and said, "I can forgive you this time."

Harvey was overjoyed.

Ian continued, "You're a member of the Illuminati, aren't you?"

Harvey Weinstein nodded repeatedly.

Ian said, "You must let me know immediately if the Illuminati takes any further action."

Harvey Weinstein said helplessly, "I'm not sure I know everything. The Illuminati members are also divided into factions, each serving their own needs."

Ian smiled slightly: "So you need to go to an even more extreme level. Didn't you insult me ​​before? Well, keep insulting me now. I need you to be my open enemy! If they want to deal with me, they'll come after you!"

Harvey Weinstein stared at Ian in astonishment.

After a while, he finally realized what was happening and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, Mr. Carl."

Just when he thought everything was over, Ian waved his hand.

The little girl, Yata, walked in carrying a whip. She was dressed in leather and wearing a mask, and she looked at Harvey Weinstein with a grin.

What does this mean?

Harvey was puzzled.

The latest novel is first published here!

Ian said softly, "Change him into women's clothes, so that our Miss Yata can have some fun with her new fetish."

Harvey was shocked: "Mr. Carl, you said..."

"Shh!" Ian raised his finger.

He looked coldly at Harvey Weinstein: "An attack on me with my permission is no problem, but what happened before can't be set in stone. You have to pay the price for your mistakes, otherwise how will your subordinates listen to you?"

Kreps smiled.

Yes, that's it.

If you're in the underworld, how can you make your men fear you and listen to you if you don't have some ruthless methods?

Even Kripps himself was whipped ten times, so why should Harvey Weinstein be an exception?

Several burly men carried Harvey Weinstein away, and soon Harvey Weinstein's pitiful wails echoed from the room.

Ian sipped his red wine, lost in thought.

Strictly speaking, this wasn't actually an attack by members of the Illuminati; rather, it was a group of Illuminati members who took advantage of their organizational position to unite.

But as Ian Carl grows stronger, things might change!

After a long while, he beckoned with his finger.

Kreps walked over: "Boss."

Ian said, "Among your men who do the sex trade, who is the smartest? I mean, the one who's actually reliable."

Kripps paused for a moment, then said, "Daniel Cowell, he used to be with MS13, specifically in charge of this kind of business for Madman Git. He's very capable and a tight-lipped guy."

Kripps knew that Ian hated guys who talked nonsense when they were drunk, and that was the reason for the two previous incidents, so he emphasized the importance of keeping one's mouth shut.

Ian gave a soft "hmm".

He got up and went to the map hanging on the wall, pointing to a spot on it: "This is Little St. James Island, a private island located off the southeast coast of St. Thomas in the Caribbean. Its current owner is Jeffrey Epstein. This man has business dealings with some high-ranking officials and dignitaries, mainly dealing with girls, many of whom are minors."

Kreps wasn't surprised that Ian knew this; he even wondered if there was anything in the world that Ian didn't know.

He listened quietly.

Ian said, "Get this Daniel Cowell in touch with Epstein. I don't care what methods he uses, he needs to become someone Epstein trusts. Ideally, he should get to the island, and then... I need all the firsthand information. Videos, photos, recordings, transcripts, background checks—everything. Collect it every two weeks and give it to me. It must be absolutely confidential! There are surveillance cameras everywhere on that island. He doesn't need to bring his own equipment; he can just get it directly from inside!"

He turned to look at Kreps as he spoke: "This is a long-term plan. We only need the data for the next ten years; no other actions are required."

Kreps nodded seriously: "Okay, boss."

(End of this chapter)