V3.C194

Thomas Hart, who stopped the roaring motorcycle and took off his helmet, let out his breath. After getting out of the car, he kicked the old thing and walked to his rented apartment.

"Thomas?" Just entered the door downstairs, a voice came into my ear, "I want to remind you, there are still a few days to pay the rent, you'd better make up with the $50 you owe last month, or I'll have to call the police!"

In the corridor, a white woman in her thirties stood there looking at him with a bad look. Although she had a round face, she looked very rich and gentle, but her words were quite mean.

"I know, Mrs. reggiezamo, I'm going to make some money right away, and I'll give it to you as soon as I get it." In spite of the anger in his heart, Hart held back what ruflo, editor in chief of the Los Angeles Times, said to himself in a low voice.

"You'd better do what you say." The white woman looked at him suspiciously, probably feeling that his reaction was different from usual, but she did not think too much. She frowned, and a look of disgust flashed from her face, and then she thumped back to her house.

Damned woman! Hart pinched his fist. He did not see a mean person, but once he was as mean as this woman. Just like he owed the rent, he was still in other places, but other landlords allowed him to owe for four months at most - of course, he made up for it in time. But although this woman is only in her thirties, she takes money seriously. Last month, he almost begged again and again, emptied every cent of his body, and was really out of money. He reluctantly agreed that he owed $50.

If I didn't owe the rent frequently in the last family, I felt sorry for the kind landlord, otherwise, how could he move to such a shabby place.

This deal must be made! Hart said to himself in his heart. It was the will of God. He didn't realize that he was just in the wrong place. However, he intruded into the private beach by mistake and captured such an amazing scene from afar. That's too much of an exaggeration. Take a look at the list. Nicole Kidman, Gwyneth Paltrow, Catherine Zeta Jones, Britney Spears Any one, even one of the two lingerie models, will attract millions of men, but they will hold this kind of party with the same man at the same time and place. If the news appeared in the newspaper, it would definitely cause a strong earthquake.

As long as you can make this deal, you will be able to turn over! Hart opened the door of his apartment and took a deep breath. Rao was so encouraging himself that his face was still gloomy. He thought he had gone to the newspaper. When he saw the powerful editor in chief, the deal would be completed. Unexpectedly, there would be so much trouble. He almost forgot that director miracle is also one of the top media tycoons in the world.

Hart knows. The media tycoon is not easy to offend. He has been a journalist before. If not In fact, he doesn't care about fame. Now he pays more attention to practical interests, such as opportunities, such as money. But under the description of chief editor ruflo, he knew that he was still too superficial about many things. Although he doesn't think he needs any more high-definition photos, ruflo is right. He has to be cautious and confidential, which is good advice.

So he went to the Los Angeles branch of the New York Times today and met a responsible editor recommended by ruflo. Of course, he played a trick and didn't tell the other party who asked him to come to him. After that, things were basically the same. The other side also repeatedly told him to be careful not to spread it out immediately. When he made it clear that ruflo of the Los Angeles Times asked him to come to him, the other party immediately called ruflo in front of him and exchanged opinions. Hart also said a few words with ruflo.

This reassured him, and promised to keep a low profile for the time being before they brought other people with more background to discuss how to deal with it.

Maybe I should borrow some money from them and pay the damn rent first? Thomas Hart, who sat down on the chair and rubbed his face with his hands to relieve his fatigue, suddenly had such an idea. Then he laughed bitterly, shook his head, clenched his hands into fists, and sighed a little dejectedly. He was about to get up and get ready to sort out the backup and find a safe place to hide.

Then, a voice rang: "sorry, I don't think you have anything to drink here, so you make yourself a cup of instant coffee, do you mind?"

Hart was startled by other voices. He almost threw his backpack out and knocked down a chair before calming down a little. Then he grabbed something and put on a posture. He looked at the man who suddenly appeared in his room: "who are you? What do you want to do? "

"Relax, Mr. Thomas Hart. The plastic inflatable stick you have in your hand is no threat to me. You don't have any proper defensive tools in your room, no guns, no knives, no baseball bats." Said the other in a gentle tone.

It was a middle-aged man who could not see his age, maybe 35, maybe 45, with a very mediocre face, so mediocre that he might forget when he turned his head. He stood at the door of Hart's converted darkroom in a suit and leather suit, with a cup in his hand, and he looked very calm."I don't have anything lethal, of course, I admit I've brought a few bodyguards, but they're all out there, downstairs," he said casually as if he were at home. "So, sit down and talk to me, Mr. Hart."

"Who are you?" Even though he had guessed a little bit, Hart couldn't help but ask, clutching the plastic inflatable stick in his hand.

"My name is Martin Mortimer," he said, gesturing for a seat. "Mr. Adrian Cowell's personal representative."

Thomas Hart's heart sank, and though he could smell something bad, he didn't expect it to be. What the hell is going on here? He only went to ruflo yesterday. Why did the media tycoon come to see him today? It seems that he also searched his room. Who betrayed everyone?!

"Is it?" The head tells hart to smile, "so, what do you want to do next? Find a bag to put me in and throw me into the sea? "

"No," modimo chuckled, spreading his hands. "We are law-abiding citizens."

Seeing his style, Hart also slightly lowered his heart. It looks like they're here to negotiate. Then, an idea came out of his mind, which made him a little excited, but at the same time, it also gave birth to some hesitation, if he was known by the other party But it can bring more to themselves and make their safety more secure. They can't be so familiar with themselves, let alone know what they have with them.

"All right." Hart spat, tried to keep himself calm, adjusted his clothes, and sat down in front of modimo. "What do you want to do?"

"No, Mr. Hart. You should say what you want to do Modimo is about to kick the ball back.

"What else can I do? It's big news. Hollywood's most powerful men and Hollywood's most famous stars have sex parties on the beach, which will attract a lot of attention. No matter which newspaper publishes the news, its circulation will go up several steps. " Said Hart, licking his lips.

"Do you think readers will believe it? Two Best Actress Oscar winners, two Oscar Best Supporting Actress winners, two most popular pop idol singers, and two popular underwear models, and Hollywood's most powerful man to hold a sex party on the beach Modimo asked with a smile.

"Why not. As we all know, miracle director is a playboy, and every miracle girl is ambiguous with him, let alone... " Hart laughed. "There are so many pictures."

"That's Photoshop." Modimo said lightly.

"What?" Hart frowned.

"Adobe programmers will be happy to demonstrate to the jury how such photos are made, and will be willing to provide a way to distinguish between synthetic and normal photos," modimo said briskly. "And then, when the news comes out and people start to doubt the correctness of the whole thing, soon someone will turn themselves in, the head of a porn website who makes composite photos of stars and sells them for money. He would admit that someone ordered these photos from him. He didn't care until the case came out. He was not a good man, but he had his own bottom line. Mr. Cowell's charity fund helped him through the difficulties in his life

Hart's face turned pale. By now, he has basically understood that if it is reported, Adrian will sue immediately, and all the backers have been arranged How could this be possible?!

"I can testify. I saw it with my own eyes." He also wants to struggle.

"The jury will not believe a person with a criminal record of fraud, especially if he divorces his wife and is banned from approaching his children by the court." Modimo throws another bombshell.

"That bastard set me up!" Hart's face turned red, and he cried out with a thick neck, and the calm he had tried to maintain was completely broken. This was the biggest pain in his heart.

"I believe that, especially after looking at your information, and expressing sympathy," Mortimer remained so indifferent, "but you have to let the jury and the court believe it. Of course, there may be lawyers who are eager to become famous to help you fight for free, but trust me, most media groups will be on our side, and the jury will not let them succeed. "

The intention of dividing the jury into its own is obvious. Hart breathed and breathed a few times, and finally restrained himself again. He did not speak any more. He just stared at modimo. Nevertheless, he had at least one move.

Unfortunately, he kept calm all the time. Apparently, modimo had guessed his intention. When he calmed down, he immediately opened his coat. On the top of the right side of the inside, there was a small black box with a rectangular end, and there were a few lines that did not know where to connect.

"The FBI and CIA, a new recording jammer ordered by the Pentagon, have also been used. Non civilian, whether it is tape recording or digital recording, can not escape. " Modimo explained calmly.Hart was stunned, with a look of disbelief.

"Try it," modimo raised his hand. "I believe you have more than one recorder here. Try any one."

Although I told myself not to believe each other's rhetoric, but I can't help but put my hand into my arms and took out the recording pen which was opened by sorting clothes before, and then raised my ear. Staring at modimo, he presses the play button tremblingly. Then, his face was dead gray, only the sound of rustling came from the recorder.

The other party was so watertight that he not only found all his information in a short period of time, but also took into account all aspects of things, so that all his means were useless. At this time, the desperate Hart understood. Ruflo said he was too shallow and what Adrian's great energy meant.

"What do you want to do?" He was pale and soft on the chair like a deflated ball.

Modimo smiles, and his mood doesn't seem to have changed: "a two million check, your son's visitation rights, and a chance to study."

"Ah?" Thomas Hart opened his eyes wide and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"If you are qualified for further studies. You'll get a letter of recommendation, be assigned to a prestigious magazine or newspaper based on your final grade, and then be promoted to the position of director within a few years, "continued modimo," if you don't qualify. You can get another three million check and a ticket to Monaco - of course, if you're not interested in further study, you can get a check for $5 million and a ticket to Monaco. "

Hart more and more did not understand, the other side has done so many things, shattered his confidence so thoroughly. In the end, they offered such favorable conditions? Why is this? But he quickly reflected, although all cards were eaten by the other side, but the head did not completely become a paste. It's very normal for the other party to do so, and it's probably the same if it's their own. In the negotiation, who can see through the other party's cards first can take the initiative.

From this point of view, their negotiations are still sincere. What's more, although the person in front of him tried his best to attack himself, the tone of his voice never seemed condescending. It's just why such a condition is wait!

With a flash of light in his head, Hart suddenly looked up: "mark ruflo, entertainment editor of the Los Angeles Times! And Louis Hoffman, editor in chief of the Los Angeles branch of the New York Times

After a pause and a deep breath, he added, "if I'm right, so is the editor in chief of the Los Angeles section of the Washington Post."

Mortimer patted his hand: "you are a smart man, Mr. Hart. After reading your information in detail, I have come to the conclusion that even if your colleague betrayed you in the first place, you can still seize the loophole and make a good deal with the prosecutor. Although your reputation has been ruined, you will be free from prison. So I made a suggestion to my boss, so ——Can you give me an answer? "

"I promise." With a slight movement of his throat, Thomas Hart gave an affirmative answer. He could not refuse his son's visitation right, let alone that he needed an opportunity now.

"Good, then let's go." Modimo stood up immediately.

"Go?" Hart didn't understand.

"Yes, that's enough to sell everything you have here," Mortimer said, handing over a check for $100000. "You don't have a backup anywhere else, do you?"

"Of course not." Mortimer immediately responded and couldn't help laughing. "Do you want me to put this suit here?"

"No, but it's better to keep all the things on your body except necessary ones, such as keys, such as driver's license." "I can get someone to help you find a place to rent, or you can do it yourself," modimo said rudimently

"All right, all right." Hart took some small things out of his pocket and dropped them on the floor. He took the check and walked out of the room with modimo.

Then modimo put his hand in his pocket and pressed something, and two smart men came up the stairs, nodded and picked up.

"You're a real stickler." As they entered the room, Hart sighed wistfully. Although there was nothing valuable, some of them stayed with him for a long time.

However, he soon regained his mind, which was also good. It was a thorough cut from the past.

"You must have the trust of Mr. Cowell." He immediately said so.

"Thanks for the compliment," modimo patted him on the shoulder. "Let's go. I can give you a ride. What hotel are you going to stay in?"

After getting out of the apartment door and getting into modimo's car, Hart finally couldn't resist: "what if I still disagree? What if I insist on publicity anyway? "

"Why ask this question?" Modimo raised his eyebrows.

"I'm just curious," Hart seemed to be explaining something. "I'm sure you won't just prepare such a means. I also believe that Mr. Cowell will never be willing to make this public or even go to court. Although the time is short, I have read some information about him. I heard that he In some ways, word-of-mouth is good, and it's short-lived. "Mortimer, who put his hand on the steering wheel, chuckled and patted Hart on the shoulder a moment later: "you know, Mr. Hart, the United States is a big country, with millions of square miles and 300 to 400 million people, so There will never be fewer homeless people with guns and drunk truck drivers

With that, he gave a smile again, and then he started the car. Hart sat in the co driver's seat for a long time before reacting. He looked at modimo, who was concentrating on driving, and then sighed.

"Law abiding citizens..." He muttered so half mockingly and half sighed.

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