[US Entertainment] Best Director

After explaining all the points for attention, Christopher started to retreat again. The difference from the last time is that this time, the delivery time given to him by Prairius is only one week, which means that Christopher will have to hand it over to Prairius after one week. A fully revised "satisfactory" screenplay.

After leaving Christopher's house, Prairie went to 20th Century Fox to receive his due reward.

The 2.6 million after-tax box office share was quickly transferred to Prairis's personal bank account.

According to the contract, 10% was distributed to the manager, and the 700 million US dollars that Meryl had lent her for public relations was returned. Prairis took out a little of the rest, and sent another sum of money to the charity foundation.

A few days ago, Jerry found Joanna who gave the luxury house to Prairie. She is the granddaughter of the famous oil tycoon Rockefeller, and she is not short of more than 2000 million US dollars. With this return, more than 2000 million US dollars donated a library at the New York School of Visual Arts, named "Clander".

Joanna's behavior quickly attracted the attention of the media. LAGYGAGA's concert was booked by a rich woman and made headlines, not to mention donating a library? ——And it was a library with such a familiar name.

Following Joanna's line, the media soon dug out the mansion that Joanna gave to Prairie and why she donated the mansion and a library.

This is the United States, the center of the world's economy, and the cultural industry is unprecedentedly developed, but in fact, such behaviors of donating buildings and buying houses are quite rare.

The next day, the news that the granddaughter of the oil tycoon donated a luxury house to chase stars made the headlines of major newspapers.

At this time, Prairis was on a field trip in New York with Lawrence, an art designer.

In fact, due to the uniqueness of "Green Lantern", 80.00% of its plot will be completed in a special studio, but even so finding a venue still caused a lot of trouble for Prairie.

In the end, he and Lawrence found an abandoned factory in the suburbs of New York.

Taking a photo with the abandoned factory behind him, Lawrence put away his phone and looked at Prairis.

"One month later, this place will become a cyberpunk paradise."

Prairie smiled.

She didn't doubt Lawrence's ability.

**

Weinstein flipped through various recent reports.

Every page he turned gave him more headaches.

Why is there that annoying bitch on every page?How much did the Hollywood paparazzi charge that bitch?

After flipping through a stack of reports describing Prairie, Weinstein angrily threw everything on the table to the floor.

Just when Weinstein had nowhere to vent his damn anger, the phone started vibrating again.

Weinstein picked up his phone and was about to swear when it was that damn National Enquirer editor-in-chief Scott Flynn again.

This is Scott's 26th call this week.

Why doesn't he die?

As much as Weinstein wanted to say it, his limited IQ kept him back.

He answered the phone with a dark face.

As soon as the connection was made, Scott Flynn was heard roaring.

"Weinstein, where's the big news you promised me? It's been three weeks! Are you kidding me!"

Weinstein suppresses his anger. "Hey, Scott, I told you last time I need a little more time,"

"Time? I've been giving you three weeks, do you know how much risk I'm taking? That goddamn Oliver's new bitch is using this to tell my face that I've done things wrong countless times, you're treating me Talk about time? I want the damn time too! Go to hell Weinstein!"

"Scott—" Weinstein was interrupted before he could finish.

"I'll give you 16 hours in the end. Tomorrow at 8 o'clock in the morning, I want to see the damn big news you told me. If you don't have you, die with your damn bullshit news!"

After saying that, Scott hung up the phone.

Weinstein's entire round face flushed red, and his four-tiered jaw trembled angrily.

How dare that damned, fed up Scott talk to him like that?

He'll make him look good, for sure.

Imagining this, Weinstein clenched his fists angrily.

When he gets rid of that bitch with this old Scott, he's going to get rid of him.

**

Giovanni Valentino bought Weinstein's information from paparazzi hired by Weinstein.

I took a sip of whiskey.

Zhuo Fandi looked at the paparazzi across the desk.

The paparazzi was sweating profusely when he saw it.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to wipe his sweat, he heard Zhuo Fandi from the other side of the table make a sound.

Synchronized with the sound, is a check thrown into his arms and the changed information.

"There is 20 in the check. After the information is given to Weinstein, my assistant will give you the next 80."

"Don't try to play tricks, I will watch." Zhuo Fandi's eyes were unclear.

The paparazzi walked out of the building, and when they got outside, they realized that their backs were already wet with sweat.

He went to Weinstein's house in a daze, and handed in the changed materials.

Simply put, Weinstein, who was full of fat, didn't see that the data had been tampered with.

After receiving the commission from Weinstein, the paparazzi left Weinstein's apartment quickly.

Nicole Kidman glanced at the file in Weinstein's hand.

Asking nonchalantly, "What is this?"

Weinstein drank a glass of red wine worth 10 US dollars, and answered.

"The magic weapon that makes that bitch's life never come back."

Nicole Kidman nodded. She didn't associate the "****" in Weinstein's mouth with Prairie, who had just worked with Weinstein, until she accidentally caught a glimpse of that name.

— Ennio de Ro Sagan.

Seems to be a French name.

She raised her eyebrows, and just about to ask, Nicole felt a pair of fat hands around her waist.

Suppressing the nausea, Nicole frowned and said, "Don't do this, your wife is coming soon."

But following her words, Weinstein behind him seemed more excited, even his sausage-like lips began to rub against the back of her neck.

"Oh, don't mention that old woman, I would have divorced her long ago if it wasn't for the company."

As he spoke, Weinstein provocatively and teasingly slid his wet tongue from Nicole's ear to her back.

"You are so beautiful, Nicole."

Nicole was so disgusted that she just wanted to slap the fat pig's fluttering lips with her high heels, but she knew she couldn't. In fact, she hadn't produced any works for many years, and she could only rely on Weinstein To ensure that the flop is not too fast.

Nicole gritted her teeth until Weinstein rubbed his disgusting thing all over her and she finally couldn't take it anymore.

"I told Case I'd be right back."

He thought that Weinstein would at least stop his disgusting actions when he heard Case's name, but in fact it didn't, and Weinstein became even more excited.

"Keep him waiting. You know what I mean."

Just as he was about to unzip his trousers, Weinstein heard the sound of high heels outside the door.

He had told his secretary in advance that he could not enter the apartment before seven o'clock tomorrow, so the owner of the high heels could only be one person—his wife.

Weinstein paled instantly.

Push Nicole away.

"Go through the back door."

After speaking, Weinstein pushed open the main door and walked back to the hall.

Nicole straightened her clothes, put on her sunglasses, and walked out through the back door.

Walk out of Weinstein's apartment.

Nicole lit a cigarette.

After taking out one, just as he was about to take out the gloves from his pocket, he took out a note by the way.

When Weinstein was groping, she accidentally tore it off in order to restrain her urge to kill him—Ennio de Ro Sagan.

Frowning, he took a look, very familiar.

But just can't remember seeing it there.

He simply stuffed the note back into his pocket, put on his gloves and walked to the road section agreed with the driver.

There are posters on street corners.

It was the Oscar-winning "Approaching Iraq."

Its director is——

Almost instantly, Nicole remembered why she was familiar with the note in her pocket——

Ennio de Ro Sagan.

"Sagan".