American Gossip King

Chapter 296 Friendship

On the wind farm, Ian and the old black man walked side by side.

He stood with his hands behind his back, listening attentively to the old man.

The old man said, "That happened about two weeks ago. A new inmate came to the prison. That guy was white, and he always talked on and on..."

Ian replied softly, "You're quite long-winded. I'm not interested in the origin of your information. You just need to tell me the time, the place, what has happened, and what might happen in the future."

The old man shrank back in fear: "The Red Hood is planning to rob Mirak Bank, probably in about five days, but I don't know the exact time."

Red Hood is a small local gang in Los Angeles.

Ian knew this because several members of this small gang were the same people who kidnapped his mother—this organization liked to wear red hoods when they worked.

After they took Ian's money, they began to serve him, but most of the time they cooperated with the Cripples' Gang and didn't make any big moves.

At that moment, Ian looked at the old man and asked, "Are you sure?"

The old man nodded vigorously: "My cellmate was a member of the Red Hoods. He was originally going to join, but he got arrested for assault while drunk. He was very upset, feeling he had missed out on a big deal."

Ian chuckled softly: "You're telling me something this important?"

The old man shrugged: "That guy had been drinking and wasn't thinking straight."

Ian, surprised, called out to Warden Kraft, who was standing not far away, "They even serve alcohol in the prison?"

Warden Kraft smiled: "We have to pay for it; we must create our own sources of income."

"Yeah, you're right!" Ian gave him a thumbs up to show his support.

Then he turned to look at the old man: "Does he still remember this?"

The old man shook his head: "I'm not sure. I noticed he didn't talk much the next day, so I might have some recollection, but I'm not sure. You know, some people are like ostriches; they bury their heads in the sand and think everything is fine."

Ian laughed too: "That's true."

He thought for a moment and asked, "What's your name?" The old man replied excitedly, "Ulrik Badham, sir."

Ian said softly, "I'll assume your information is true for now. I'll give you two choices. First, I can move you to a better cell, but it won't be like Galbraith's; your information isn't at that level. Second, I'll have the warden take care of you appropriately, but I'll only guarantee you won't be bullied, and there won't be any other special treatment. However, I'll give you some money to enjoy after you get out. In return, you must continue to gather new information for me… If you're living too comfortably now, you won't get any good news. Tell the warden if you have any good information. But if your information this time is false, all benefits will be canceled!"

The old man was thinking seriously.

After a long pause, he nodded and said, "The second one."

Ian smiled: "The choice of a smart person."

………………

Goldwyn Estate.

Ian was sitting on the sofa, looking at some documents.

Angelina Jolie walked over in a pristine white bathrobe and sat down next to Ian.

Angelina Jolie approached her a day after the incident with the journalist.

She called Ian to say she wanted to come and thank him.

Ian invited her in, and then it began.

Everything was so natural.

Unlike the other girls who sought his help, Angelina Jolie didn't have any special needs when she approached him; it was purely out of admiration and affection for Ian Carr.

Who could resist an American hero, a handsome business genius, and an immortal superhuman?

Of course, demand is also possible.

From now on, you won't have to worry about Ian Carl exposing your dirty secrets.

Just like Anne Hathaway.

Therefore, Angelina Jolie remains aloof; she will not depend on Ian or accept multiple people.

Their interactions became more natural and relaxed, with neither of them bowing to the other... Their relationship was most like that of friends.

They speak in a way that resembles the way friends interact.

She sat down next to Ian and leaned closer to look: "What are you looking at?"

Ian casually put his arm around Julie and fondled her ample breasts.

These are precious; in a few years, Jolie will have them removed to prevent breast cancer.

Although it was rebuilt later, it was never the original state again.

As they casually rubbed against each other, Ian, without looking up, said, "Millac Bank."

Angelina Jolie asked in surprise, "You're going to take over this bank?"

Ian laughed: "Just learning about it."

Since it's a merger and acquisition deal anyway, acquiring a small bank along the way wouldn't be a problem.

What really interested him, however, was that the bank was owned by Jews and had close ties with them. Vanguard was one of their shareholders, and they provided high-quality safe deposit box services to wealthy people in Hollywood.

When Madoff plotted against him, this bank also played a supporting role, acting as a go-between between Madoff and the shareholders of Linuo Bank, but Ian didn't hold it against them.

Now it seems...

Indeed, some grudges never come early or late.

Angelina Jolie then put down her wine glass.

She got up and sat on Ian's lap, her hands naturally removing their pretense from each other.

Hooking her arm around Ian's neck, she gently enveloped him, swaying her seductive body slowly: "I think you should pay more attention to Hollywood."

Why?

Ian continued to study the documents attentively, letting Julie do as she pleased.

Julie grabbed Ian by the neck: "You think you've got Hollywood under your thumb? But Hollywood won't let you exploit it. Hmm..."

She closed her eyes and let out a contented moan.

press?

Does that count?

I only took over 40% of Hollywood's film promotion business, 10% of its investment business, and some major IP rights, okay, and artists.

The latest novel is first published here!

Thanks to Ian, UTA is expanding rapidly and has officially surpassed CAA to become Hollywood's number one talent agency. A large number of stars have gathered at UTA, pushing its annual revenue to over $15 billion, but because many stars joined this year, it is expected to reach over $30 billion next year.

However, this is still just the tip of the iceberg in Hollywood.

Hollywood's revenue includes movie box office, DVD sales, TV rights sales, GG revenue, merchandise sales, and many other sources, totaling around 200 billion US dollars. Most of what Ian earned wasn't from all channels; if calculated based on the total, it would only be about 12%, or just over 2 billion US dollars a year. Is that what you call domination?

Not enough! Far from enough!

As Ian pondered this while burying his face in the mountains and doing a dry facial, he mumbled, "So you think they're going to rebel against me, this tyrant?"

Julie chuckled softly, "Where there is oppression, there is resistance. Go down a bit... Ian!"

well said!

Ian Carr's dominance in Hollywood alarmed many, but if he needed something in return, he would readily submit.

But now, he is using his power to seize publicity business everywhere and earn huge sums of money. His aggressive investments in major films and his competition for artists have already made many people dissatisfied.

No matter how strong the deterrent, can it compare to the government?

Even government exploitation will be met with resistance, let alone a company.

Ian leaned back, stretching out his body as much as possible to make it easier for Julie.

He gave a soft "hmm": "That's good. I'd like to see what kind of tricks they can pull off. You know the advantage of Hollywood being too obedient? It's that I haven't been able to get any big scoops lately. I know a lot of inside information, but I can't release it! It's making me feel really bored."

As he spoke, he leaned forward and gently kissed the plump expanse of snow, asking, "By the way, do you know what they're going to do to me?"

"Ah!" Angelina Jolie groaned softly, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

She shifted her position, turning her back to Ian, and grabbed Ian's hands, placing them on her chest: "I don't know, but I heard that Spielberg and his team are going to sell DreamWorks to Paramount. They seem to be joining forces against you, after all, Somerset Stone isn't afraid of you."

It's ahead of schedule!

Ian's attack made DreamWorks, which was already in a difficult situation, even more difficult.

The sale, originally scheduled for negotiations in 05, is now showing signs of progress.

Ian chuckled softly. "I'll keep an eye on them. Anyway, how have you been lately?"

Angelina Jolie leaned forward, shaking her head vigorously, her long hair flowing freely, her eyes squinting with a joyful expression.

She giggled, "Ah... Pete and I are working on the script for Mr. & Mrs. Smith. We'll start filming Troy once it's finished. We're in love, will you congratulate me?"

Brad Pitt?

He's really busy; with his own film added to the mix, that makes three movies in a row.

Ian stroked Julie's waist and caressed her smooth back: "Of course, but Pete isn't divorced yet."

Angelina Jolie turned around quickly, and Ian hissed in surprise: "Gently!"

Julie, now face-to-face with Ian, gave him a passionate kiss: "Would you like me to introduce you to Jennifer Aniston? That might ease the pressure on Pitt."

While Brad Pitt is known for his glamorous looks, Jennifer Aniston is no pushover either.

It's common for people in the entertainment industry to go their own way.

Ian laughed and said, "No, I don't lack women right now."

Angelina Jolie wrapped her arms around his neck and said softly, "Just do me a favor. I really love Pitt! For our friendship!"

Ian felt her trembling and smiled gently: "Alright, for the sake of our friendship."

Then he gently kissed Julie's lips: "How long will this friendship last?"

"Forever!" Julie whispered.

She clamped Ian tightly between her legs: "I can't bear to let you go like this. If I didn't know you couldn't be with me, I might not have fallen in love with Pete."

Ian took a long sip of his drink at Julie and clicked his tongue in admiration: "I love your attitude of separating love and desire! You, Nicole Kidman, and a few other girls are all quite good."

"Don't say that, I'll get jealous," Julie chuckled.

She lay all over Ian: "At least I'll never have to worry about you blowing me up again."

"That's hard to say. Some things will definitely come to light eventually." Ian chuckled, his hands sliding down in a casual motion.

"Fuck! Ian Carl!" Julie laughed and took a bite.

(End of this chapter)