Vol 3 Chapter 194: law abiding citizen

Stopping the rumbling motorcycle, Thomas Hart, who took off his helmet, was angry. After getting out of the car, he kicked the old thing with some annoyance, and then walked to the apartment he rented.
"Thomas?" Just entered the door downstairs, and a voice passed into my ear. "I want to remind you that there are a few days left to pay the rent. You'd better make up the 50 dollars owed last month Yes, otherwise I can only call the police! "
In the corridor, a white woman in her thirties stood there looking at him poorly and saying that although she had a round face and looked very rich and gentle, her words were rather mean.
"I know, Mrs. Regitzamo, I will soon be able to make a lot of money, and I will give it to you as soon as I get it." Despite the anger in my heart, the thought of the Los Angeles Times "When the editor-in-chief Rufrow said to himself, Hart still pressed down and answered in a low voice.
"You better do it." The white woman looked at him suspiciously, probably thinking that his response was a little different from usual, but she didn't think too much, frowned, a look of disgust from her face After flashing up, he immediately returned to his house.
Damn woman! Hart squeezed his fists. He was not a mean person, but he was once so mean to this woman. It's like owing rent, and he's still not owed elsewhere, but other landlords allow him to owe it for up to four months-of course, he made up for it in time. But although this woman is only in her thirties, she takes money very seriously. Last month, after almost praying repeatedly, every cent of his body was emptied, and there was no money, and he barely agreed that he owed $ 50.
If it wasn't for the rent that was often owed by the last house, although I had to make up for it every time, I would feel embarrassed. I am sorry for the kind landlord, otherwise why would he move to this more shabby place.
Be sure to make this deal, be sure! Hart said to himself in his heart. This was God's will, and he didn't think at all that he was simply walking in the wrong place. But accidentally broke into the private beach, and shot such an amazing scene far. This is really exaggerated. Take a look at this list. Nicole Kidman, Gwyneth Paltrow, Katherine Zeta Jones, Britney Spears ... just take one, even if it is One of the two underwear models will attract countless men, but they have this kind of party with the same man at the same time and the same place. If the news is in the newspaper, it will definitely cause a strong earthquake.
As long as you can make this deal, you will definitely be able to stand up! Hart opened the door of his apartment and took a deep breath. Rao was so cheering on himself, his face still looked gloomy, and he thought he had gone to the newspaper. I met a powerful editor-in-chief, and this transaction could be completed. I didn't expect that there would be so much trouble. He almost forgot that Director Miracle was also one of the top media tycoons in the world.
Hart knows. The media tycoon is very difficult to mess with. He has worked as a reporter before. If not ... he doesn't really care about reputation. Now he pays more attention to practical interests, such as opportunities such as money. But he only knew in the description of the editor-in-chief of Ruflot that he still thought too much about many things. Although he doesn't think there is any need for more high-resolution photos, Ruflot is right, he must be cautious and confidential, which is good advice.
So he went to the Los Angeles branch of The New York Times today and met a responsible editor recommended by Ruflot. Of course, he played a trick and did not explicitly tell the other party who asked him to come to him. . After that, things were basically the same. The other party also repeatedly told him to be careful not to spread immediately, and when he made it clear that Ruflot of the Los Angeles Times asked him to come to him, the other party immediately called Ruflot in his presence. After a phone call and an exchange of views, Hart also spoke to Ruflo.
This gave him more peace of mind, so he promised to keep a low profile for a while before they invited other people with more backgrounds to discuss how to treat them.
Maybe I should ask them to borrow some money and pay the rent first? Sitting on a chair, rubbing his face with both hands to relieve fatigue, Thomas Hart suddenly came up with such an idea, and then he shook his head with a bitter smile and squeezed his hands into a fist. He sighed a bit, then Get up and organize your backups to find a safe place to hide them.
Then, a voice sounded, "Sorry, I don't think you have anything to drink here, so make a cup of instant coffee for yourself, wouldn't you mind?"
Hart was shocked by the other voices. He almost threw the backpack in his hand, and knocked down a chair before calming down. Then he grabbed something and set out a tense look. Appeared in his room: "Who are you? What do you want to do ?!"
"Relax, Mr. Thomas Hart. The plastic inflatable stick in your hand is not a threat to me. There are no suitable self-defense tools in your room, no guns and knives, and no baseball bats." The other side said in a gentle tone. .
It was a middle-aged man who couldn't see his age, maybe 35 years old, maybe 45 years old, and had a very mediocre face, so mediocre that he might forget it when he turned his head. He was standing in a suit and leather suit standing in the door of Hart's remodeled dark room, holding a cup in his hand, looking calm and calm.
"I also didn't bring anything with lethality. Of course, I admit that I took a few bodyguards, but they were all outside and downstairs." He walked casually to his old sofa and sat down, as if this It was like in his own home, "So sit down and talk to me, Mr. Hart."
"Who are you?" Hart couldn't help asking, although he guessed a little, and held on to the plastic inflatable stick in his hand.
"My name is Martin Modimer," the other side gestured with a raised leg, "Mr. Adrian Cowell's personal representative."
Thomas Hart's heart sank immediately. Although he had smelled a little bit bad, he didn't expect it to be so. What exactly is going on? He only went to Ruflot yesterday. Why did the media tycoon come to you today? It looks like he also searched his room aside, who betrayed everyone? !!
"Really?" The running Hart was telling a smile in his head. "So, what do you want to do next? Find a bag to put me in and throw it into the sea?"
"How come," Modimo laughed, and he spread his arms. "We are law-abiding citizens."
Seeing his pie, Hart let go of his raised heart slightly. It looks like they are here to negotiate. Then, an idea popped out of his mind, making him slightly excited, but at the same time he hesitated, if the other party knew ... But it can bring more to yourself, and also make you more secure. With security, they cannot be so familiar with themselves, nor can they know what they are carrying.
"Okay." Hart swallowed, trying to keep himself calm, adjusted his clothes, and sat down in front of Modim. "What do you want to do?"
"No, Mr. Hart. You should say what you want to do." Modimagine was about to kick the ball back.
"What else can you do? This is big news. Hollywood's most powerful men and some of Hollywood's most famous celebrities have parties by the sea. This will attract a lot of attention. No matter which newspaper published With this news, the circulation will go up several steps. "Hart licked his lips.
"Do you think readers will believe it? Two winners of the best actress in Oscars, two winners of the best supporting actress, two most popular idol singers, and two popular underwear models, "Have party with the most powerful man in Hollywood?" Modimo asked with a smile.
"Why not believe it. Everyone knows that Director Miracle is a playboy, and every Miracle Girl is ambiguous with him, not to mention ..." Hart laughed, "There are so many photos."
"That was made with p." Modimo said lightly.
"What?" Hart frowned.
"Be programmers will be happy to show the jury how such photos are composited and are willing to provide a way to identify the difference between composite photos and normal photos," Modimo said briskly. "Then, when the news came out, people began to doubt the correctness of the whole thing, and soon someone would come out, the head of a pornographic website, specializing in making synthetic photos of celebrities and selling it. He would admit someone I ordered these photos from him. He didn't care about it at first. He didn't know how outrageous he was until the case appeared. He was not a good person, but he had his own bottom line. Mr. Cowell's charity fund helped him. Through the difficulties of life. "
Hart's face was a bit whitish. He basically understood it here. If it was reported, Adrian would sue for the first time, and all the backhands were arranged ... How is this possible? ? !!
"I can testify, I saw it with my own eyes ..." He also wanted to struggle.
"The jury will not believe someone who has a criminal record, especially because he has divorced his wife, and was banned from approaching his children by the court." Modimo threw another bombshell.
"It was the hybrid that framed me!" Hart's face went red immediately, and he shouted with a thick neck, and the calmness he had tried to maintain completely broke, which was the biggest pain in his heart.
"I believe this, especially after seeing your relevant information, and show sympathy," Modimo is still so light-hearted, "but you have to convince the jury and the court. Of course, maybe There will be some lawyers eager to become famous to help you with the lawsuit for free, but trust me, most media groups will stand with us, and the jury will not let them succeed. "
The intention of dividing the jury so naked is obvious. Hart breathed a few snoring breaths and finally pressed himself again, but didn't speak anymore, just staring at Modimo, but he still had at least one move.
It's a pity to keep calm. Modimer apparently guessed his plan, and when he calmed down, he opened his coat, right above it, hanging a small rectangular black box squarely, and Several wires don't know where to connect.
"The Pentagon recently ordered a recording jammer that has been used in the same way as A. For non-civilian purposes, whether it is a tape recording or a digital recording, you cannot escape," Modimo explained calmly.
Hart was stunned, an unbelievable look.
"Try it," Modimo raised his hand. "I believe you have more than one recorder here, just try one."
Although I warned myself not to believe the other party's rhetoric, I still involuntarily put my hand in my arms, took out the recording pen that I had opened by using my clothes, and raised my ear. Staring at Mortimer, he shuddered and pressed the play button. Immediately, his face was ashamed, and only rustling voices came from the recording pen.
The other party was so leak-proof, not only found all his information in a short time, but also took into account all aspects, making all his means unavailable. Hate, now desperate, understood. Ruflot said that he was too superficial and what Adrian's great energy meant.
"What do you want to do?" He looked pale, soft on the chair like a discouraged ball.
Modim smiled slightly, his emotions seem to have remained the same: "A 2 million check, your son's visitation rights, and an opportunity to study."
"Ah?" Thomas Hart stared blankly at the middle-aged man in front of him with wide eyes.
"If you are qualified for further studies. You will be given a letter of recommendation based on your final grade and assigned to a number of prestigious magazines or newspapers, and then promoted to the position of director within a few years," Modimo continued, "if not qualified. You You can get another 3 million check and a ticket to Monaco-of course, if you are not interested in studying, you can directly get a 5 million check and a ticket to Monaco. "
Hart didn't understand more and more, the other party did so many things, shattered his confidence so thoroughly. In the end, such favorable conditions were opened? Why is that? But he quickly reacted. Although all the cards were eaten by the opponent, his head did not completely become a mess. It is normal for the other party to do so, and it is probably the same. In the negotiation, whoever can see through the opponent's card first can gain the initiative.
From this point of view, their negotiations are still very sincere. Moreover, although the person in front of him tried his best to attack himself, the tone of his speech never had a condescending taste, just why it was such a condition ... wait!
With a flash of light in his head, Hart suddenly looked up: "Marc Ruflo, editor-in-chief of the Los Angeles Times Entertainment Edition! And Louis Huffman, editor-in-chief of the Los Angeles branch of The New York Times!"
He paused and took a deep breath before he said again: "If I'm not mistaken, so is the editor of the Washington Post's Los Angeles branch."
Modimo patted his hand gently: "You are a smart man, Mr. Hart. After looking at your information in detail, I came to this judgment. Even if your colleague betrayed you at the beginning, you can still catch it. The loophole and the prosecutor made a deal in their favor, despite the reputation, but saved the prison, so I made a suggestion with my boss, so-can you answer me? "
"I promise." Throwing his throat slightly, Thomas Hart gave an affirmative answer. He couldn't refuse with his son's right of visit, not to mention that he needed a chance now.
"Very well, let's go now." Modimo stood up immediately.
"Go?" Hart didn't understand.
"Yes, these are enough to sell everything you have here," Modimo said, handing over a check for $ 100,000. "You shouldn't have made backups elsewhere?"
"Of course not." Modimo reacted immediately, and couldn't help laughing. "Need me to put this dress here?"
"No, but everything except the keys, such as keys, such as a driver's license, is best left." Modimo said politely, "I can help you find a house suitable for rent, you can also Do it yourself. "
"Okay, okay." Hart took some small things out of his pocket and threw them on the ground, and then took the check out of the room with Modimer.
Then, Modimo pressed something into his pocket, and the two capable men walked up the stairs, and after nodding, he entered the house and packed them.
"You don't leak anything when you do things." Hart sighed nostalgically as they entered the room. Although there was nothing valuable, some of them stayed with him for a long time.
But he quickly returned to God, which is also good, as if a thorough cut with the past.
"You must have the trust of Mr. Cowell," he said immediately.
"Thank you for the compliment," Modimo patted his shoulder. "Let's go, I can show you a ride. Which hotel are you planning to stay in?"
After getting out of the apartment door and getting in Modimo's car, Hart couldn't hold back: "What if I always disagree? What if I insist on being public anyway?"
"Why ask this question?" Modimo raised an eyebrow ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I'm just curious, "Hart seems to be explaining something," I believe you will never just prepare such a means, I I also believe that Mr. Cowell will not be willing to make the matter public or even go to court. Despite the short time, I have read some of his information. I heard that he has a good reputation in some aspects. , And very short. "
Mordimer, who put his hand on the steering wheel, chuckled, and then patted it on Hart's shoulder for a moment: "You know, Mr. Hart, the United States is a big country with millions of square miles. Area and a population of 300 to 400 million, so ... there will never be fewer homeless gunmen and drunk truck drivers. "
After speaking, he smiled again, and then started the car. Hart sat in the co-pilot's position for a while and then reacted. He glanced at Modimo, who was intent on driving, and then sighed.
"Law-abiding citizens ..." He murmured with half mockery and half sigh.
Then, Hart lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly. No need to worry about those anymore. He had already made a choice and he was on board. This is a very good opportunity. What he has to do is Hold tight! (To be continued ...)