The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 104 Scandal

People were sent to the clinic and Hawke went to pay the fee. The clinic often did similar businesses. For Campos's situation, you can guess some of them, which cost $2,000 in one bite.

Edward was resentful: "You are robbing!"

Hawke stopped him, took the cash, and gave it to the fat woman at the charging office.

As he walked back, Edward said, “In Compton, you will charge up to $500.”

"Can people be cured?" Hawke asked.

Edward said, “It depends on whether God blesses him.”

The two returned to the clinic and through the glass on the door, they could see the nurse giving Campos an infusion.

Hawke sat in the corridor at the door, ignoring these for the time being, and continuing to consider those two businesses.

Alison's can think of some ways, but Josh's has no idea for the time being.

The pits you dug are the most difficult to fill in.

Edward saw that the boss was thinking about the problem, so he simply stopped talking and waited quietly.

Only when facing Nicole and Deborah, his mind will turn, and he should think less about other things.

For example, the previous time, he suggested that Josh Hartnett go to Compton Station Street, but was ridiculed by Miss Me.

Others may think this is a joke, but Edward made a serious suggestion.

The clinic also provides catering services, and Edward went to buy some food and drinks to come back.

After a while, the nurse came over to check the situation and said that the patient's condition was getting better and he was awake.

Edward took some food and drink in.

Soon he came out again and said to Hawk, "Boss, that butterfly wants to see you."

Hawke pushed the door and entered the clinic, leaving Edward to guard the door.

Campos had just drunk some water, and when he saw Hawk, he recognized it: "It's you."

Hawk pulled away the chair and sat next to him: "Is it better?"

Edward sat by the glass at the door and said, "This is my boss, Hawke Osmon, founder of West Coast Media Entertainment Studio."

"Why save me?" Campos was very alert.

The reason Hawke said casually: "The reason is very simple. You reminded me last time I met and I avoided some trouble, so I asked a few friends to pay a little attention to you."

Campos woke up: "The three old hei who often helped me are your people?" He subconsciously touched his butt: "I thought they were going to attack me."

Edward was dissatisfied: "Hey man, they are ugly, but they are very kind-hearted and disgusted with **** men."

Campos skipped this unbearable topic and asked Hawke: "Has the Mule Gang caused trouble for you?"

Hawke said without comment, "You don't have a legal identity, stay here to recuperate, don't go out and run around."

Looking at the wound wrapped in his legs, Campos was silent for a moment and asked directly: "What do you want me to do?"

Hawke's eyes fell on his right hand: "Who are you?"

Campos was thinking.

Edward couldn't help but shook his head: "We want to deal with you. Not to mention the black vagabonds on the street, call the Immigration Bureau, guess what will happen?"

He said, "We paid you $2,000 in treatment! Do you know what this means? $2,000, hiring street tramps, killing ten of you like that."

Campos slowly spoke: "I am a Mexican, a drug policeman. I used to work very seriously and responsibly and want to do something for my hometown."

Hawke could guess some of the drugs police in Mexico are most afraid of being serious and responsible. Once they do so, the problem will be very serious.

Sure enough, Campos said again: "By chance, I took a few subordinates to intercept a car. There were a large number of goods on the car, and two dealers were arrested on the spot. I thought this was the best breakthrough. He was able to win the largest local dealer organization and report to the captain."

Edward automatically answered: "You were sold."

"Yes, the captain with integrity, most of the colleagues in the bureau are theirs." Campos thought of the unbearable past, his face full of pain: "We were betrayed, and several of my subordinates were beaten in the street. Death, they also attacked me, and the people who attacked me were my colleagues!”

He seemed to see through: "Fortunately, I was well-trained and killed me with injuries, but I can't forget the words of those colleagues until now."

There was no need to ask Hawk and Edward. Campos said to himself: "They told me that the reason why I worked as a drug police officer in Mexico was to be recruited by people with a lot of money, and even switched to a peddler."

"Your experience can be adapted into a Hollywood movie," Hawke said.

Campos smiled reluctantly: "After that, I became a wanted criminal who killed several of my men, and had to escape, sneak into the lined refugees from South America, entered California from Tijuana, and fell into Los Angeles."

Hawke asked directly, "What is your full name, and which city is it from?"

At this point, Campos simply said, "Joajin Garcia Rodriguez is from St. Louis. Because I like the butterfly Campos, I have the pseudonym Campos. You can call me Campos in the future."

"You cure your illness first." Hawke wrote down his name and city and said, "Let's talk about other diseases when they are cured."

Campos said, "Thank you."

Hawke was about to leave: "Save some cash and a cell phone for him, and call him if you have something to do."

Edward took out the gold-inlaid Motorola first, quickly stuffed it back into his pocket, and then found a broken Nokia and placed it next to Campos.

Hawke left a little cash and took Edward away.

Edward went to send Big Chou and Two Chou.

Hawke went around the city, found a public telephone with no surveillance around, put on his carry-on gloves, and dialed the number in Mexico.

The opposite party quickly picked up but didn't say anything.

Hawke said in a crappy Hollywood movie accent: "I'm Phil Delno, I've contacted you guys before."

There laughed, "I remember you, I sent a big fat sheep."

The big fat sheep that Hawke gave was Robert Downey Jr.'s playmate Cole.

He said, “Help me find someone named Joaquin Garcia Rodriguez, who is from St. Louis.”

The man was surprised: "St. Louis police wanted criminal? Well, a little bit of a problem. Seeing that the fat sheep you sent last time was fat enough, I'll find someone to check it now, and you'll call me in an hour."

Hawke responded and drove away.

He drove around downtown Los Angeles.

This is a complex of **** and heaven.

The area around City Hall is one of the most prosperous CBD areas in Los Angeles, and a few streets away is the slums with the most homeless people in California.

Going further south, there is the famous Compton.

Hawke came to North Hollywood and found another suitable public telephone booth. After waiting for a moment, he went over and dialed that number again.

The person over there said, "I found out that the person does exist, but it is not the same as the case on the wanted order..."

Hawke listened carefully and it was basically the same as Campos said.

Before Hawke hung up the phone, he said, "Hey, man, I'll send it here next time there is a fat sheep."

Hawke deducted the phone directly.

Such fat sheep is not easy to find.

He drove back to the studio, and before he got off the bus, his cell phone rang again.

Josh Hartnett called, and the guy asked anxiously, "Hawke, have you ever thought of a way?"

Hawke had no choice but to say, "Stay calm, I'll contact you when I think of a way."

Josh said again: "I know I'm a little anxious, but I'm in a bad situation. Will submitted an audition application to the other two crews and was just beaten back."

Hawke replied, "I thought of a solution. I will call you, at most two days. If there is no good solution, I will notify you."

Josh put all his hope on Hawke: "You can do it." He added: "Will is going to send you information."

Hawke hung up the phone and thought to himself that I don’t have confidence in you.

Returning to the studio, Josh Hartnett's agent Will was waiting in front of the studio door with a briefcase in his hand.

Hawke invited him into the studio.

Will put the information on the table and said, "I brought all the information I can collect in the short term."

"You go back and tell Josh that you should be a little patient, that you are too impatient and easily make mistakes." Hawke opened the bag and looked at it, and said, "Only by doing background checks and having a basic understanding, you can find targeted strategies, rather than mistakes connected. Next error."

The black girlfriend who was rushing to create a hurried black, Josh suffered a greater impact in the short term. Will said, "We are waiting for your good news. If you can't find a solution, please notify us as soon as possible."

Hawke shook his hand and said, "At most three days, if you can or if you can, I will give you a clear answer." "I'll leave first." Will immediately left the West Coast Studio.

Hawke sent him out.

Before the door was closed, Frank came to the door with the ashtray.

Hawke gave him 10 cents.

Frank headed straight to the refrigerator.

When he got food and drink, Hawke said, "You have been so brilliant and have connections in Mexico, right?"

Seeing Hawke taking the initiative to show off, the King of Kings quickly went online: "Of course there are, I have more Mexican female stars than you have ever seen in Mexican women. Salma Hayek knows it? She is The last Mexican actress I've ever had, I was almost stuffed with her chest at that time."

Hawke dug a hole and waited for him to show off, and said, "You have so many connections, please help me find out someone."

Frank pretended to be in the pit and could only say with a tough bullet, "Inquiry who? Don't drag me down if you want to mess things up."

"The wanted criminal of the St. Louis police station is Joaquin Garcia Rodriguez." Hawke had some ideas, but at least he had to be able to confirm Campos' identity: "Ask him why he was wanted, the real reason, it's best to be able to Make a picture of him.”

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Frank wanted to lick the **** with tears in his hands. He repeated his name and said, "I'll call you to ask you. The problem should not be big. You have to wait a little for the photo. It's necessary to mail it from Mexico. time."

"Thank you." Hawke usually takes food and drink from the refrigerator, of course there is a reason.

When it's time to pull someone into the water, there is no hesitation.

...

Malibu, beach villa area.

Western Sound Records rented a tightly covered beach villa for shooting its singer's MV.

High above the steps leading to the vestibule lawn, Joanna sat under an umbrella and watched Alison practice dance with a group of young men and women.

In the electronic music accompaniment, Alison, wearing a bikini, rubbed his body like a snake, and various hinted dance moves, coupled with her **** figure, made people imaginative.

The dance finger stopped from time to time, got off the car and demonstrated it myself, teaching Alison how to make this dance more attractive.

Electronic music style and **** dance have always been a perfect match.

With Alison's coquettishness, jumping up is even more tempting.

The only regret Joanna felt was that Alison could not compose songs and lyrics, and all songs were collected from outside, so good resources could not be obtained.

The young agent Scudt came from behind, sat in an empty seat next to him, looked at the practice site, and said, "Joe, you must restrain Alison these days, don't let her do anything randomly. Now it's a critical moment. .”

Joanna said, "I've been staring at her for twenty-four hours these two days, except for her home, recording studio and here in Beverly Hills."

"This is the best." Skutt wondered, is a newly grown girl so addicted?

Joanna asked, "How are you communicating with Western Voice Records? Can they invest more resources in Alison?"

Scudt told the truth: "This company was established in 1997 and has limited strength."

"I know." Joanna understood: "So, Alison, who was rejected by Universal, Sony and Warner, was signed by Western Voice."

If she chooses any, she also wants to choose a big record company.

Scutter said at this time: "But there is good news. I heard from the founder of the company, Roger, that Bad Boy Records is very interested in Western Voice and may acquire Western Voice."

He asked, "You should know that many of the customers in this company are black like you and Alison."

Joanna confirmed, “Is it a bad boy record company that bragged about daddy?”

"Yes, it's this company." Scutter said simply: "Although it is not as good as the three major record companies of Universal, Sony and Warner, the bad boy is very strong, especially the bragging father. It is said that he has a wide network of connections and looks like a reputation. Singers like Mr. Wolf, Arthur, and Mary Blige all rely on him.”

Of course Joanna knew these singers and said, "They are all black people." She thought this was a good thing: "I hope the acquisition will be completed smoothly."

"Roger, the founder and major shareholder of Western Voice, thinks the same," Scutter said.

For several days, Joanna finally heard good news and said, "Can you find a channel to get in touch with bragging dad? We'll do our job ahead."

Scudt thought for a while and said, "I'll give it a try."

On the lawn, two early publicity personnel from Western Sound rushed over and set up cameras to take some photos of preheating promotions.

Fei Ji took some dance photos, called the assistant to enter the house, transferred the photos into the computer, and processed the photos.

The assistant exclaimed: "She has such a good figure."

Fei Ji shook his mouse, selected the right photos, and said, "Maybe a mixed race has an advantage."

The two of them processed the pictures and conducted another round of selection.

While typing on the keyboard, Feige said, "First publish it on the Internet, combine photos of Alison's childhood star and current photos together, and post it to entertainment websites and pop music forums. Note, you must send it together. , let people know that the little girl back then has become a **** beauty. "

The assistant had a good relationship with her and couldn't help but add, "I still like the kind of messing around."

"Don't put these things on the premise of others." Feige reminded his assistant: "You publish them online, I will send emails and calls to various media, and try to get Alison's photos and news into the newspaper."

When the assistant got busy, he didn't forget to say, "It's hard not to pay."

Fei Ji also knows this: "We have limited funds, buy pages, buy positive reviews, and buy time periods. We focus on investing in the ranking stage."

The assistant first posted on a pop music forum, uploaded two sets of photos, and introduced that Alison will release a new album soon.

Then I changed to an entertainment website.

Fei Ji was also busy making the phone call.

The assistant appeared on Yahoo Entertainment and suddenly discovered a piece of news.

"Female singer Alison Fiss fell and showed his **** photos!"

The assistant quickly clicked on it. After the webpage was browsed, there were not many text introductions. What appeared in front of him were many shocking photos.

These photos are almost all close-ups of the face or full body.

Alison sat on his knees, his face full of soy milk.

In this way, you can find a reason for an explanation, but in some photos, Alison and the soy milk maker have a photo.

But there is no owner of the soy milk maker in all photos.

The assistant's voice was a little trembling: "Feiji, Feiji! You need to come and see it, now!"

Fei Ji hung up the phone in a hurry and walked to the computer quickly. The moment she saw the photo, everyone was stunned.

"Which website is this?" Fei Ji hopes it is a small forum, and if you quickly delete the post...

The assistant pointed to the logo on the web page: "Yahoo Entertainment."

"It's over." Fei Ji quickly took out her cell phone and contacted Yahoo Entertainment.

The reply given there is very clear. The news has been published and it is impossible to delete it.

It was still making a phone call here, and the assistant looked at other entertainment websites and said, "It's available on the blog. Many big bloggers have reprinted news about Yahoo Entertainment."

Fei Ji knew very well that she couldn't control herself at all, so she immediately called her boss Roger.

Roger said he would come over immediately.

Ferge quickly walked out of the house and shouted at Joanna and Skuen, "Please come here, two."

The two followed Fei Ji to the computer.

The moment he saw the picture, Joanna almost fainted and quickly held the table.

Skuen was also stunned and asked, "Joe, is it Alison?"

Joanna's answer was weak: "Yes, it's her."

Skuen is a capable agent and asked Ferge, "Isn't the photo synthesized?"

"I can be sure, it's not a synthesis." The assistant replied.

Skuen continued to ask, "Have you contacted the website? Can you delete it quickly?"

"It's useless." Fei Ji replied: "When we discovered the news, it had been reprinted by many websites and bloggers, and the news had spread."

She added: "I have notified the boss Roger."

Skuen is not a PR manager, so he asked Joanna: "Where is your PR? Call her over quickly. If this matter is not handled well, Alison will become a laughing stock in the United States, let alone release an album."

Joanna could no longer stand and sat on the sofa next to her. Suddenly she thought of Johnson and shouted loudly: "Haoke! Hurry up and find Hawke Osmon!"

(End of this chapter)