America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz
Chapter 288: Chapter 285: Specialty Show

Upon exiting the business suite, Martin encountered Bruce and the two descended the stairs together.

Seeing Old Cloth gesture with his hand, Thomas automatically stalled his steps.

A short distance away, Bruce whispered, "Ivan is on his way here."

"Where is he?" Martin quickened his pace, "I'll go see him."

Considering secrecy and safety, Bruce said, "No need, I'll meet with him. If there's trouble, it'll fall on me. If things really escalate, you can still support me from the outside."

Martin pointed at him, "We're not involved in illegal activities, we're just doing what we know best."

"We are friends of journalists!" said Bruce with a touch of emotion, "How many important leads have we provided to the news industry? How many journalists' livelihoods have we preserved? We've even made people like Jody rich. It's a pity the Pulitzer Prize has never favored us..."

"World News Report is bold enough and their methods are dark enough, I hope they won't disappoint," Martin remarked.

"Even enemies can be of use to you," said Bruce.

Martin, standing in front of the passageway window, "There's no such thing as a permanent enemy, we are friends of journalists." But he reminded him yet again, "If things can't be sorted, replace another way. Nothing can happen to Ivan, keep an eye on him."

"Don't worry," Bruce left.

The incident with the crew made Martin resolute that even if "World News Report" couldn't deal with Harvey, he still had to distract his attention elsewhere.

So, he had Old Cloth bring in a completely unfamiliar face.

With so many beauties in the circle to mess with, why specifically target the "Limitless" crew?

As he walked back, Martin suddenly remembered something.

It seemed that his initial encounter with Wes Craven was at a fashion party hosted by Harvey Weinstein's fiancée, Georgina Chapman.

He remembered Georgina was very beautiful...

Martin smacked his head and muttered to himself, "I'm a good guy, not a perv!" Discover stories with M V L

Martin returned to his suite, Aniston was already back, and asked, "Did you see Ali?"

"I did," Martin didn't beat around the bush, "he said that if you come to WMA, you'll enjoy the treatment of a superstar. WMA doesn't have a superstar now, you'll be WMA's number one client!"

The details needed to be discussed between Aniston and Steve with Ali, but the intent from WMA's number one client was sincere.

Aniston massaged her forehead, "I'm tired, let's rest early and talk more tomorrow."

Martin moved behind her and gently massaged her, "Whether you stay or go, don't rush. Make a decision once you've thought it through."

Aniston grabbed one of Martin's hands and kissed the back of it, "I feel terrible right now, there's only one thing that can clear my head."

Martin understood, "You want to make a live-action poster again?"

Aniston opened her mouth, "Isn't a 3D live-action poster fun?"

Immersive learning and research could always make one forget many worries and return to primitive joy.

...

In Brooklyn Bridge Park, it had been rather cold recently, and few people were seen after dark.

Ivan exhaled a mouthful of white mist.

It was nice not having to stay at House of Beast on security duty, coming out to enjoy the view of New York was pretty good.

A car stopped by the roadside, and Bruce rolled down the window to beckon.

Ivan hurried over, got into the passenger seat, and asked, "Old Cloth, why did you suddenly call me here?"

"Need you to do a small favor," Bruce handed him an envelope, "Hollywood is full of rotten people, I only trust my old brother from Atlanta."

Ivan opened the envelope and saw it was full of US Dollars, frowning, "Family doesn't need to do this."

"Can't let you come all this way for nothing," said Bruce.

Ivan inquired, "Will I need to use a gun? I didn't bring one on the plane..."

"Where did your mind go!" Bruce punched him on the shoulder, "I just need a new face to deliver a message to a newspaper editor-in-chief."

"So, it's just a small matter," said Ivan as he tucked the envelope into his pocket.

This was not unfamiliar to him, having done it several times with Martin, he knew the ropes well.

Bruce took out another envelope and showed him a photo, "This woman, Rose McGowan, an Italian actress in Hollywood..."

Ivan took it and listened carefully to Bruce's specific instructions, among which Harvey Weinstein was a familiar name to him.

Having seen a star rise from House of Beast, they kept a close watch on Hollywood and the film industry.

Bruce handed Ivan the envelope, which, apart from Rose McGowan, contained a few other actresses.

Martin had been paying attention to Harvey for some time, noting relevant rumors for future needs.

Ivan took over and said, "No big deal, I guarantee I'll handle it well."

Bruce said, "I'll cover you from behind tomorrow."

Hearing the word "behind," Ivan quickly moved his butt toward the car door and said, "No, don't cover me from behind, I'm scared!"

Bruce gave him the middle finger, "You're a fucking man! Or rather, a man whose ass is so small it might as well not exist!"

...

It was a cold winter morning in Manhattan, and the editor-in-chief of "World News Report," Mokrich, drove alone to the company building.

As usual, he didn't go into the company but headed to the hot dog stand across the street to buy a hot dog and coffee first.

Mokrich casually found an empty table to sit down, ready to enjoy his breakfast when a well-dressed man with golden-brown hair sat across from him.

"Excuse the interruption." Ivan opened the envelope he was holding and placed a photo of Rose McGowan and Harvey Weinstein on the table, "I know who you are, and I'm offering you an important news lead."

Mokrich had encountered similar situations before and wasn't flustered, nor did he reject, listening patiently to what the other party had to say.

Some important news leads were acquired just like this.

Ivan pointed at the woman in the photo, "This is my girlfriend, Rose McGowan, who starred in 'Scream' and 'Jailhouse Rock'. In the past few years, she has been harassed by Harvey Weinstein several times, with two incidents being suppressed after she reported to the police and spoke to the media."

He looked at Mokrich, "Weinstein threatened her, and Matt Damon and Ben Affleck also warned her. She was worried her acting career would be over and didn't dare report to the police again, so she could only cry secretly at night. After I noticed, I went to confront that fatass and got threatened as well..."

Mokrich looked down at the photo of Harvey Weinstein.

Ivan said angrily, "He harassed my girlfriend! And the fucker didn't use protection! I can't swallow this insult. I've investigated secretly and gathered a lot of material. Other media are afraid to report, but you at 'World News Report' claim to be the conscience of the industry, so I had to come to you."

Mokrich still didn't speak and silently took the envelope placed on the table by Ivan, which contained a few printed pages with names of women and approximate dates and hotels.

Ivan added, "I'm not able to get justice on my own, I hope to see in the newspaper that you expose that bastard's true face."

Mokrich put away the envelope and the photos.

Ivan stood up and left the hot dog shop, turning at the nearest corner and slipping into an alley.

When he came out, he waited a moment, and Bruce quickly stopped at the curb in an ordinary sedan.

Ivan got into the car, a little excited, "Did you see? How was my acting?"

Bruce, with a professional air, appraised him in Martin's tone, "Too superficial, way too exaggerated!"

Ivan scratched his head, "Is it really that bad?"

Bruce pulled him toward the airport, "Stop babbling, hurry back to Atlanta, your mother's waiting for you to come home for dinner."

"Alright, I'm off to the airport," Ivan said, not forgetting to remind, "If there's something like this next time, keep coming to me, I promise to get it done well for you."

On the other hand, Mokrich, as if nothing had happened, calmly finished a hot dog and drank up a cup of coffee before leaving, crossing the street to the newspaper office.

Today, there were no emergencies to handle, so he took out the photos and materials from the envelope and began to look them over carefully.

Harvey Weinstein had some fame in New York, a Hollywood golden producer and bigwig, though not quite top-tier, several levels below the major studios.

Because his parent company was News Corporation, which also owned 20th Century Fox, Mokrich was no stranger to Hollywood's power dynamics.

In his view, this was just someone who wasn't much higher than Martin Davis.

Mokrich considered the situation carefully and pressed the intercom to call his assistant, handing her the materials, "A new target, replace a suitable news team and set it up."

The assistant understood the implication; "set it up" meant they could use unconventional means.

Mokrich didn't take the matter too seriously. Compared to the British Royal Family, the Prime Minister's residence, Washington politicians, and others "World News Report" had taken on using cunning methods, the Weinstein brothers were relatively small fry.

That morning, a three-person team received the materials and began collecting information about Harvey Weinstein.

If they had no news to run, they had to create it.

Now that news had been delivered to their doorstep, they weren't about to let it slip away.

But when dealing with people who had a certain amount of power, they either had to keep silent or secure concrete evidence and materials for a fatal blow.

Similarly, stalking, covert photo-taking, bribery, and eavesdropping were all par for the course for them.

After sending Ivan off, Bruce returned to the Brooklyn Studio and entered the sound stage, waiting for Martin to finish a scene before approaching him quietly.

Martin asked, "Is it done?"

Bruce whispered, "They took the stuff, but how it pans out, I don't know yet."

Martin said, "The 'World News Report' is very bold, someone of Harvey's caliber is not of concern to them. Under normal circumstances, they would quietly investigate, gather some material, and then either expose it or make Harvey pay."

"I've studied their style," said Bruce, whose employer was too good at stirring up trouble, so he had to keep up, "Exposure is more likely."

Martin thought further ahead, "No matter which side between Harvey and the newspaper is watching us, have someone leak the news to that fatass, let him and the newspaper tear into each other."

Bruce commented, "You really are a good Samaritan, Harvey should thank you in advance."