The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 15 Eat more fish

The black car drove towards the Great Salt Lake Cinema, and Damian, who was staring at the roadside, made a call and reported the license plate number.

George, who had no idea about high-end business wars, just wanted to give Eric a good look.

The other party ruined his screening, and he also wanted to destroy the other party's screening.

The ready-made case is in front of us, and George doesn't even have to worry about it, just do it.

"He didn't come to the main entrance, he went to the backyard." Someone on the roadside called Hawke.

In the corridor, Hawke received a call, holding a hand-held camera, and ran to the backyard with the man, saying to the bearded man and Larson and others, "The man is here, hide it."

The bearded chuckled: "I won't drink your black coffee in vain."

Hawke stood in front of the rear window, turned on the camera, adjusted the lens, and shot the backyard.

Eric doesn't understand: "Is this part of creating a movie-watching atmosphere?"

"Let you see a good show." Hawke made a gesture of silence.

The money has not been collected yet, and customer satisfaction is very important.

Eric waited for a moment and saw two things flying over the low wall of the backyard one after another, and then his archenemy George jumped over the wall and jumped in.

George picked up the wooden bat and opened the safety pin of the car's fire extinguisher.

He waved his bat, smashed the abandoned Christmas tree blocking the road, raised the fire extinguisher in his hand, found the cooling window of the distribution room, and strode towards the other side.

The bearded man walked around from the side of the distribution room and quietly approached George, launching a savage collision.

With a plop, George's **** fell to the ground.

He let out a weird scream, and his hands automatically released the bat and fire extinguisher, covering his **** and rolling back and forth, as if he was suffering from tragic torture.

The bearded man was stupid and raised his hands and said, "It's not me, it's not me."

George regretted it so much that he shouldn't have agreed to be bald and wear it all day.

At this moment, he felt that he was dying.

Hawke turned off the camera and called the theater owner Mason: "There was a **** who wanted to destroy your distribution room and was caught by us."

George was still rolling, extremely miserable.

Eric grabbed Hawke's hand and laughed, feeling refreshed: "Okay! That's great! Brother, please give me a breath!"

Hawke said, "I will turn out the shots when I use the camera for a while."

"You like it very much? I'll give it to you." Eric was obviously not joking, pointing at George who was rolling around, "You have to accept it. That's all, this camera is not enough!"

At this moment, the pressure was released, Eric was relaxed and cheerful, and even the movies didn't matter. He said, "Even if the movie copyright can't be sold in the end, I will pay you another sum of money, and the production cost is 2%. .”

Anyway, he didn't pay the money, so at worst he could kneel down and lick it for a few more nights.

Mason arrived at this time, asked a few questions, and called the police.

Hawke reminds: "These are limited to the backyard and don't affect the front."

Mason charged Eric a little more money and cooperated in particular: "Don't worry, the police officers are all their own people."

Small towns are full of favors.

Hawke borrowed Eric's computer and transferred the video to the storage disk he provided.

Back in the backyard, the police and ambulance arrived.

Hawke provided the video as evidence, and Mason came up with a temporary theater security agreement that had just signed ten minutes.

There will be no trouble with a beard.

The howling George lay on the stretcher and was carried into the ambulance.

"What's the situation?" someone asked.

The medical staff compared his hands: "It's so terrible. It's expected that at least seven inches will be in. May God bless him."

As soon as the ambulance and police car left, the female reporter with a tag hanging on her chest hurried over and blocked the door and asked Mason: "What happened?" Mason shook his head: "Jinna, you are too slow to get the news hot. ”

Hawke glanced at the cameraman behind him, glanced at the tag in front of her airport, and said to the others, "You guys go back first, I'll talk to her for a few words."

Jinna shook hands with Hawke and showed the tag: "Jinna Enke, a local, reporter from Salt Lake City Channel 7."

Hawke shook the camera in his hand: "I have big news here, there is a **** who wants to destroy the theater's power distribution room..."

Jinna was very happy: "$50, I'll take the video."

"Can you finish listening to me?" Hawke continued the words just now: "This **** is a director, and he has feature films participating in this film festival. He is envious of his colleagues' excellent works and comes to destroy the screening."

Jinna smelled greater news value.

Hawke said: "This kind of scandal happens at the Sundance Film Festival and will cause a sensation in the entire film industry and even the entire entertainment industry. My time is precious. You don't want to pay $1,000, so I'll contact a reporter from Fox or CBS."

Jinna pointed to the camera and said, "I'll take a look first."

Hawke took her to the computer and played the video just now, and specifically mentioned the terrible seven inches.

George simply destroys the theater's distribution box, worth at most $50.

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

But with the director's identity and Sundance Film Festival, the value has increased by more than ten times.

This is the first time such a high-end business war has occurred since the Sundance Film Festival was held for 18 years.

Jinna called for instructions and temporarily borrowed $1,000 from Mason and bought the video from Hawke.

Back in the theater front hall, Brand, who had been following him, didn't care about the pain in his mouth and whispered: "I found that I didn't really know you, Hawk, you almost got all the benefits you could get."

Hawke smiled, "We are partners, and you have your own benefits."

Brand shut up and thought seriously.

He had a feeling that as long as he learned half of Hawk's skills, student loans and other things were nothing.

...

At Crystal Cinema, four cars drove over and parked on the side of the road.

Robert Reiner, wearing a wool coat, came to the entrance of the theater with his assistant and four subordinates.

Catherine, who got off the last BMW, consciously stopped under the steps.

There was no one in the crew to greet them, only a man in a cowboy hat walking around the steps.

Robert frowned, slightly displeased.

Because the theater has no power outage, facing multiple crews’ breach of contract, the boss was annoyed. Seeing so many people coming, he said impatiently: "The theater has no power outage, and there is no screening today. I will go to other places when I watch the movie."

Robert turned to look at the assistant.

The assistant quickly said, "I'll call and ask."

Robert waved his hand and said, "No, let's go."

A subordinate next to him came over and pointed to the steps: "Boss, Catherine has been waiting."

Robert paused for a moment and walked towards Catherine, looking happy: "You, like your father, you will never give up until you achieve your goal. Okay, let's lead the way."

Katherine seemed to have nothing happened and said with a smile: "Uncle Robert, you can walk here, not far away, you can drive there in a few minutes."

Four cars left and headed straight to the Great Salt Lake Cinema.

Along the way, the assistant was very careful and did not dare to say anything more. He could see that the boss was very dissatisfied with him.

The assistant hated the agent to death.

Unlike the desertedness of Crystal Cinema, several people from the Da Yan Lake crew were waiting on the roadside and warmly greeted the convoy when they saw the convoy.

Catherine introduced both sides.

Robert's eyes swept across the entrance of the theater, and audiences entered one after another, saying, "No hurry for others, watch the movie first."

(End of this chapter)