[US Entertainment] Best Director

After Nicole Kidman's speech, Aisha Argento, Ambera Battilana Gutierrez, and Mira Sorvino each spoke about Weinstein's attempts to rape them.

"I was raped by him at the Cannes Film Festival when I was 21. He was a beast, but no one dared to say it because he was so powerful."

"He forced me to give him oral sex and he's a complete hypocrite."

"What's great about Weinstein is that, while he raped women with complete disregard for his image, there were always actors who expected him to wipe their asses. I'm not talking about actors like 'Matt Damon' vs. 'Russell Crane'."

A press conference originally planned for one hour was abruptly extended to four hours due to the sudden shocking secret.

The pens in the hands of the reporters present began to tremble, and the photographer was overwhelmed with taking photos of the five girls sitting in the front row.

"unbelievable."

"is this real?"

"I really can't imagine these things happening right under our noses."

Half an hour after the press conference, Marshall, the editor-in-chief of The New York Times, received a call from an investor.

"You intercepted Ronan Ferro's manuscript on Weinstein?"

Marshall rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Yes, Matt called me..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the investor, "Very well, congratulations, you have been fired, please take your pile of junk and leave my newspaper office before 12 o'clock tomorrow!"

"Why? Are you mistaken?"

"Why?" The investor snorted with a sneer, "You can find out why when you open the web page, you made me damned miss [-] million!"

After saying that, the investor hung up the phone angrily.

Although Marshall was puzzled, he still turned on the computer.

Then froze.

USA Today, the Los Angeles Times, the Washington Post, and even the notoriously slow Houston Chronicle published articles on Weinstein.

"Nicole Kidman: I was silent, but I will not be silent anymore." - Nicole Kidman, Aisha Argento, Ambera Batillana Gutierrez, Mira Sowi No four actresses accuse Weinstein of sexual assault?"

"Pryris Klander: This is all a conspiratorial smear that started when I refused Weinstein's 'sex request'."

..........

Marshall didn't dare to scroll down anymore, he couldn't imagine what happened during the afternoon when he was taking a nap.

Marshall hurriedly contacted friends in the industry to confirm the source of the news, and then locked onto the press conference held in the cafe this morning.

"You never know what happened this morning," said the friend on the other end of the line.

He really couldn't imagine it, because he had promised Matt Damon to press down the Weinstein matter, and only sent an intern reporter to this press conference.

What the hell happened?

Marshall hung up the phone, called the intern who was dispatched this morning, and asked about the details of this morning.

The intern just came this year, and after talking for a long time, he couldn't get to the point. Marshall waved his hand irritably, "You just need to say what you saw. What kind of spell did that Prairie cast?"

The intern scratched his head and racked his brains to conclude, "She exposed Weinstein's true face. As for the magic spell... oh, I can't say it either, it's just weird anyway."

"..." Marshall vowed that when he appeased the investors and kept his job, he would definitely select the next batch of interns, at least find a group who could talk!

The New York Times was busy, and at the same time, the entire Internet was blown up.

No one would have thought that the female director whose reputation was already rotten five hours ago would suddenly be cleansed at this moment, and become a representative of women's rights and tear up Weinstein, the big Hollywood bull!

The scrambling reposting of the reports by the major media made Weinstein fall into a rage.

That damned bitch actually gave him this hand!

Weinstein calmed down after smashing everything in the office.

Minutes after the incident came to light, the stock price of Weinstein Pictures, which he founded, fell by six percentage points, approaching the red line value, and the board of directors who had wanted to drive him out for a long time began to sneer and sneer again!

After this matter is over, he will definitely make them all look good!

Weinstein smashed the last vase and dialed the phone, out of breath.

"You have to help me out, I really can't pass this level, that bloody bitch somehow got in touch with that ungrateful Nicole Kidman! They are killing me! "

The Reid chuckled, and said, "Harvey, it's not that I won't help you, but now it's not about me not helping you, it's that I can't help you. A Prairie Crane Duh, one Nicole Kidman is enough to make you feel good. If you expose a few more tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, not only you, but everything related to you will be put in the cold room. Wake up Wayne Stan, your time is over."

Weinstein was visibly irritated by Lie's words, yelling "Excuses! They're all excuses! Don't forget who put you in this position!"

He held the phone calmly, his eyes didn't fluctuate, but the depths of his eyes sparkled brightly like flames of revenge.

He is gloating.

Fortunately, Weinstein finally begged him on his knees like a dog.

After sorting out his emotions, he put on a pity-like expression.

"I didn't forget, it was you, Weinstein."

Hearing this answer, Weinstein breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then you should help me more. I only have you, Lied. I will help you win the Oscar after you help me solve this problem. Don't you always want to be an excellent producer?"

Weinstein used the statuette to seduce Liede, and he believed that Liede would not be able to resist the charm of the statuette.

But to Weinstein's surprise, Lieder rejected Weinstein's proposal.

He smiled sarcastically, "It's only worth a little golden man to work hard and even get splashed with dirty water? You really underestimated me too much."

"So what do you want?" Weinstein asked.

"70% of the shares in your hand."

"You're dreaming! You—"

"I advise you to think it over before you speak." Reid paused. "Only I can save you, Weinstein."

Weinstein gritted his teeth.

Angry at that damned Lied's taking advantage of the fire, but as long as Lied did not make a mistake, he is indeed the only one who can save him now.

He can't tear himself apart with him now.

With a dark face, Weinstein said, "Deal."

After hanging up the phone, Lied threw the phone on the table.

The assistant looked at him hesitantly, "Are you really going to help Weinstein?"

Lied raised his eyebrows, took out a match and lit a cigar, looking at the assistant with unclear intentions.

asked rhetorically. "what you think?"

The assistant hesitated and couldn't speak for a long time, "I don't know."

Lowering his head, as if he had done something wrong, Lied suddenly felt that listening was boring.

Lighted a little cigarette ash, said quickly, "I will not help Weinstein."

"Then you just now?"

"It was just to convince Weinstein that I would help him." Lied smiled. "What is 70.00% of the shares in his hand? Who doesn't know that all his money is with his wife."

"Then you now—" the assistant raised his head and asked cautiously.

"Help that Prairie Klander and bring down Weinstein." Reed exhaled a smoke ring.

For ten years, Hollywood's leading CAA manager.

Lied was tired of it.

All he wanted now was to bring down the beast that fucked his wife.

**

Prairius received a document bag.

Inside the bag were various nude photos of Weinstein, and even a recording of Weinstein admitting that he raped a Hollywood star.

The photos in the bag are rich in content, and a small number of people in the pictures have not even been revealed in the previous life in Prairis's memory.

The portfolio was unsigned, and Prairice couldn't think of anyone who would send her it.

Until the evening of this day, Prairis received a strange email.

The email was signed by a fake name, Hacker L, and the letter stated that he had been displeased with Weinstein’s actions for a long time, but since Weinstein almost ruled the sky in Hollywood, it was impossible to overthrow them, so these materials have always remained with him , he admired her courage, so he decided to give these to her, hoping that she would announce it to the public.

Prairis was a little skeptical about where the email had come from.

Why did the sender send it anonymously, and why did he choose to give these photos to her instead of publishing them directly to the public.

All kinds of questions lingered in Prairis's mind, so she didn't send these photos directly, but handed them over to a professional photographer.

After confirming that the photos and audio recordings were not synthesized, Prairis dared to believe that the strange sender might really just be inconvenient to post because of his special identity.

Pass the photos and recordings to Jerry.

Soon, Jerry arranged for a computer whiz to post the photos anonymously on an obscure forum.

"The kind that pretends to be nonchalant and ensures that no one else can find out your IP."

The computer whiz nodded in understanding.

On the third day after the Weinstein incident, a lot of mosaic photos suddenly appeared on the Internet, but anyone who has seen Weinstein's photos can clearly find that the man in the photo is Weinstein himself.

More than 6000 bed photos, with different heroines.

The whole of Hollywood exploded!Everyone demanded an explanation from Weinstein, but Weinstein disappeared from any public media as if he had evaporated.

Ibiza, Spain.

Wearing a mask, Weinstein hurried through the market for fear that anyone would recognize him.

Returning to the hotel after looking left and right, Weinstein took out his wallet from his pocket, and took out his card to renew the room.

The staff at the front desk gave him a contemptuous look, then took the card to renew the room for him.

"Your card is out of money."

The staff put the card back on the counter.

"How is it possible, this is a gold card limited to that bloody Swiss bank, you have to swipe it again." Weinstein cursed.

The staff swiped it again.

"still none."

Unbelieving, Weinstein snatched the card reader from the worker's hand and began to swipe it himself.

However, no matter how he swiped, the damn card reader would never be displayed.

flushed.

"Try this one again." Weinstein took another card from his wallet with sausage-like fingers.

The staff took it.

"No."

"Then this one."

"still none."

.........

Weinstein swiped all the cards in the bag.

None of them worked.

"Do you have any more? If not, please take your things and leave as soon as possible. The customers behind are still waiting." The staff said impatiently.

Weinstein is going to explode.

After so many years, no one would dare to talk to him like that.

He slapped his hands on the counter angrily.

"Do you know who I am? You stinking maggot!"

What he didn't expect was that the staff member didn't apologize, but looked at him contemptuously, "Of course I know, you're just Weinstein, that dead Hollywood pig."

After his words fell, everyone in the hall looked at Weinstein.

Even though it is thousands of miles away from Hollywood, Weinstein's heroic deeds are still famous for thousands of miles with a fruit photo.

He raised his hand angrily and wanted to hit the ignorant staff member, but as he raised his hand, the security guards also surrounded him.

Weinstein blushed.

In the end, he could only choke out viciously, "You wait."

After finishing speaking, he took his luggage and left the hotel in a dingy manner.

Renting a small hotel with the few cash left in his wallet, Weinstein couldn't wait to call Liede.

But no matter how many times Weinstein dialed, the opposite number was empty.

At this time, Weinstein realized belatedly that he had been tricked, and he had no intention of helping him at all, he just wanted to make him think that he would help him relax his vigilance.

And now, it did as he wanted.

He hoped to leave the mess of Hollywood to Lied, and came to Spain alone.

Liede somehow deactivated all his cards, and the cash in his bag was only enough to stay in a small hotel for a day, let alone buy a plane ticket to return home.

By the time someone finds out that he's missing, I'm afraid he's completely lost in Hollywood!

Weinstein's face darkened in an instant, and he turned on his phone to log in to his social software to ask for help. Then, he was pleasantly surprised to find that all his accounts had been frozen.

The walls of the low-budget hotel seemed to be leaking, and a drop of foul-smelling water fell on Weinstein's face, and he wiped it off angrily.

damn it!

Damn it!

**

Just when everyone thought that damned Weinstein was absconding in fear of crime, six more women came forward and claimed to have been sexually assaulted by Weinstein to varying degrees. They are Rose McGowan, Kara Delevingne, Sophie Dix, Annabella Sarah, Katherine Kendall and Angelina Jolie.

"Weinstein forced me, he said if I didn't do those 'services' for him he'd get me out of Hollywood completely," British actress Sophie Dix said.In fact, since rebelling against Weinstein, she has gone from being a new British actress to an eighteenth-tier actress.

"Without Prairie and the four other women who stood up that day at the press conference, Hollywood would remain in Weinstein's shadow with no future," Angelina Jolie said.

The speeches of Pryris and Nicole Kidman seem to have opened the door to the entire dark trading market, and all kinds of dirty and disgusting things have been exposed under the spotlight of the media.

The next day, U.S. President Barack Obama praised the news of "USA TODAY" "They are heroes."

Almost overnight, Prairis gained nearly 20 followers on Twitter.

At that time, the media and netizens who made trouble when Prairis had an accident also apologized one after another, saying that they were negatively affected by the "National Enquirer".

But Pryreth didn't say anything about their apology.The harm has been done, and an apology does not undo it.

Spielberg was a little apprehensive about Prairie's self-assertion.

"You should have contacted me earlier, you are too risky, what if you fail, what if Weinstein cancels your press conference directly through your relationship..."

Spielberg said a lot.

In the two days when he had an accident in Prairis, he was going crazy. According to Theo, Spielberg was planning how to help Prairius solve this matter in his dreams.

But before he could finish his planning, Prairius settled the matter himself, and it was done beautifully—even if the process was a bit risky.

Prairis listened patiently to Spielberg's nagging.

After about half an hour, Spielberg ended his speech.

Prairie smiled.

"thank you teacher."

Spielberg was silent for a while, and said helplessly, "You can't do this next time."

"Sure," Prairis replied.

On the other end of the phone, Spielberg's wife Kate came over.

"Hey, Reith, let's have dinner with your live-in boyfriend."

Prairis's call was not loud, but the apartment was too quiet, so it spread far away.

Eddie, who was reading on the sofa, raised his head.

Through the air, he looked at Priris who was holding a mobile phone.

Prairie blushed instantly.