The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 47 Self-produced and sold

As mid-April, temperatures in Los Angeles gradually rose.

That day, Edward came back from outside, grabbed the bottle of ice coke, and drank half of the bottle in one breath.

He took out the check in his bag and placed it in front of Hawke, saying, "The photos taken last night were sold for only $280, and they are all here."

Hawke packed the check and continued to look through the personal information provided by Dwayne Johnson.

I was busy with Robert Downey Jr. some time ago, and the movies and personal operations discussed with Johnson, so I had to push them back.

Fortunately, Johnson was busy running the crew for publicity and announcements. He flew everywhere in North America during this period and only returned to Los Angeles yesterday.

Edward was idle and fiddled with the camera, and kept saying: "Boss, don't you think your work is lacking in excitement recently?"

Hawke raised his head and asked, "Is love frustrated?"

"No." Edward learned to be useless with Hawke. He enjoyed the exciting working style of bungee jumping, and then honestly squatting and taking photos, but he really couldn't get interested.

He licked his black lips: "Look, what we did before was big things, and the news we made was headlines. If we did this kind of news worth one or two hundred dollars, we would feel uncomfortable all over."

But Hawke asked, "What's going on with Deborah?"

Edward said: "She has been running Downey's inheritance procedures recently. I'm not suitable for taking action at this time. I mainly got the one I mentioned last time. She was working in the rescue station. Can't end it at the beginning, right? This is not disappointing. Responsible!”

He looked far-sighted: "About Deborah, I have carefully considered that widowhood is not the type I am good at. I need to plan it carefully. I plan to go sideways and open a breakthrough from her son. I have figured out that her son's name is Indio, studying at Brentwood School.”

Hawke had to admire: "You are such a talent."

"Boss, hurry up and find big news!" Edward was indeed useless and felt uncomfortable not causing trouble for a day: "No, no, it's a big news for production."

Hawke closed Johnson's information and said, "It'll be there soon."

Edward exclaimed: "Now I understand that valuable news does not happen naturally, but is produced like we do."

Hawke took out his cell phone, dialed Johnson's number, waited for the other side to connect, and said, "It's me, Hawke Osmon, you're back to Los Angeles when you read the news."

Johnson remembered him and said, "I didn't have time to ask, are you entrusted with the matter you entrust to you?"

"Some ideas need to be told to you first." Hawke asked, "If you have time, let's talk in person."

Johnson glanced at the schedule: "See you at Tracy's gym in the afternoon."

Hawke replied, "Yes."

He hung up the phone, thought for a while, and called Eric again.

Eric's script creation is in a bottleneck, so he also wants to come out and relax.

In the afternoon, Hawke arrived at Tracy's gym on time.

He changed his clothes in the locker room and waited for a while before Johnson and Eric came one after another.

Hawke took a towel and said, "I'll do the warm-up exercise first and wait for you in the boxing area."

Johnson gave a thumbs up here and entered his own private locker room.

Eric had to change clothes in public areas.

The door of a private locker room opened at this time, and a strong white man walked out. There were not many people in the locker room at this moment. He saw Eric at a glance and turned his direction unconsciously.

In his eyes, Eric's scattered stubborn stubborn eyes, his weathered face, and his lips soaked in seafood, had a little temperament full of artistic flavor.

The white man quickly stepped over, put his hand on Eric's shoulder and said, "Man, have you never seen you, new?"

Eric took a step forward, avoided the man's hand, looked at it slightly, didn't recognize him, and asked, "Who are you?"

The white man laughed: "Miller Collins, the wide receiver of the San Diego Chargers."

"A star in the NFL." Johnson happened to come out of the locker room and shook hands with the white man: "Daune Johnson, I haven't seen you before."

Miller gently shook Johnson's hand: "I just applied for a membership recently."

He glanced at Eric and said, "Now in the offseason, I bought a house in Santa Monica, live here for the time being, and I can't relax in training."

Johnson smiled, "I have time to watch your game."

"Thank you." Miller said politely, turned around and walked out. Before leaving the locker room, he turned his head and looked at Johnson. There was a large ball of pants in his pants, and he didn't like it.

It was still a little suo full of artistic atmosphere. As soon as he finished muttering in his heart, his wife Maria came over and said, "You are too slow."

Miller went over and kissed his wife, saying, "Meet Dwayne Johnson and chatted for a few words."

"Your career will not last long. We move to Los Angeles and we must also plan for the future." Maria said as she walked: "You are a star player. You are famous now and make more celebrities in Los Angeles to pave the way for the future. ”

Her face was filled with happiness: "Doros is growing up, and we must also integrate our daughter into the upper class in Los Angeles."

Miller took a lot of money: "Don't worry, I'll cover it with me, you forgot, last month, Beckham came over, I used my relationship with him to meet Tom Cruise." On the other side, Johnson and Eyre Rick comes to the boxing section.

In the boxing ring, Hawke sweated heavily, his fists kept hitting out, attacking the opponent's accompanying training.

After a while, he jumped to the edge of the rope ring, and asked Eric, "Come on and fight?"

Eric pushed Johnson in front: "You fight him."

Hawke said, "I'm not the same as him."

Johnson waved: "Go and lift the iron."

Hawke stretched out the rope ring, came out and jumped out of the ring, and followed the two.

Eric returned to the topic with Johnson just now: "I don't know why, but I always feel that the person is not normal."

Johnson recalled, shook his head, "No, I feel normal."

Eric couldn't figure it out: "That's strange."

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

Hawke asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"

Eric briefly explained the locker room and signaled with his eyes: "The handsome guy and beautiful woman walking towards the dynamic bicycle area is the one I mentioned."

Hawke took a quick look and found that he looked familiar. He quickly remembered that he had seen this person at the Viper Bar.

The other party was drinking and chatting with Beckham at the time.

"Miller Collins, the San Diego Charger's star wide receiver," Johnson said.

Hawke got it, football star.

The three of them went to pick up the iron together.

Eric lost his energy before he was too late and went to the rest area by himself.

Hawke and Johnson were sweating profusely, each completing the plan, and then they wiped their sweat into the rest area.

Eric was still gasping: "I found that this place is not for me."

Hawke advises: "Find a place, we go rock climbing, and shoot."

Eric was unable to complain: "You are in the media industry, and you don't engage in armed robbery..."

Hawke reminded: "You have seen high-end business wars in Park City. If you don't have a good body, how can you win?"

Eric remembered poor George. Without Hawk at the time, his movie could not be released at all. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll continue next time."

Johnson was curious: "What high-end business war?"

Eric said it briefly.

Johnson thought, saying, "At the beginning of this month, a crew held a trial meeting of the publisher in a small town in New Jersey. Suddenly, the power outage was broken. Afterwards, the investigation and speculation might be that the crew's investor's business competitors destroyed the circuit of the small town. .”

Eric denounced: "That **** George, opened Pandora's box!"

Hawke took a small sip of electrolyte water, then spit it into the garbage can next to him, without saying a word.

Johnson gave Hawke a thumbs up: "Man, you know how to operate the movie and know how to prevent competitors, great!"

Hawke said, all of this is produced and sold by me.

He turned to the topic and said to Johnson: "I thought about that last time for a long time and had a preliminary plan."

Influenced by Eric and Catherine, Johnson felt that Hawk was outstanding: "That's great!"

Hawke briefly said it and directly stated: "I need some time to operate in more detail, but we need to sign an agreement on both sides."

"I asked Danny to come over. She is my wife and agent." Johnson specially commissioned the agency to contact Bedo Blunt, director and producer of the crew of "Invasion".

Like Eric and Catherine, he praised Hawke.

Half an hour later, Johnson's wife and agent, Dany Garcia, rushed over.

Eric took the initiative to say goodbye.

Johnson asked for a separate lounge and talked about it for a while.

Afterwards, the two parties came to Johnson's agency and signed a cooperation agreement.

(End of this chapter)