America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 575: I feel uncomfortable if I don't make trouble
Perhaps Harvey Weinstein himself would not have thought that one day he would be charged with racial discrimination in such a strange way.

In a mansion in Beverly Hills, Harvey, wearing an electronic anklet, was stunned for a moment when he read the relevant reports in the newspaper.

After a long while, he exploded: "What kind of messed up crimes do you dare to put on me? I am not a trash can! Are these black people stupid? I don't touch them, and I am guilty!"

The lawyer quickly advised: "Harvey, be careful with your words, be careful with your words!"

Harvey got even angrier: "I'd rather masturbate than touch those Ni guys!"

The lawyer was helpless. Harvey had a bad temper and got angry easily. After he calmed down a little, he said, "It will be the first court hearing soon. The judge has agreed to allow the public to attend and the media to broadcast live. You must control your temper. If the judge asks about black people, don't say what you said just now. Don't even mention the word black. Just say African Americans."

Harvey controlled his emotions: "I know."

"The strategy of pretending to be sick last time was very good. It can win you sympathy points." Faced with the overwhelming public opinion, the lawyer could only rack his brains to find a solution: "As for other aspects, I will call the legal team over today and we will rehearse in advance."

Harvey knew his priorities: "Let's get them over here."

In less than an hour, all members of the legal team arrived and prepared for the court questioning.

Everyone knows that Harvey is completely different from Simpson back then. Facing the surging social trend, it is very difficult to defend his innocence.

From New York to Washington to Los Angeles, countless people and organizations are keeping their eyes on Harvey, waiting to enjoy the benefits of Harvey's fall.

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In the Los Angeles court, even if it was just a court inquiry, it still attracted hundreds of media outlets to report.

Thousands of people, including victims, their families, members of the #MeToo organization, members of various women's associations, and representatives of Hollywood unions, gathered in front of the court.

In the case of Harvey Weinstein, there are more than 120 victims who have officially reported the case, and the sensation it has caused far exceeds that of the Simpson case.

Everyone was waiting for Harvey Weinstein to arrive.

Suddenly, the reporters' cameras all turned to one location, and the person who appeared there was not the real person, but a dark-skinned woman.

Meghan Markle appeared in front of the camera wearing a T-shirt and holding posters high in both hands.

The T-shirts and posters have the same slogan: "Punish the racist Weinstein severely!"

This eye-catching move immediately attracted media attention.

Times have changed, and many ways of playing have also changed.

Megan got the traffic password.

In a nearby business car, Martin, Julie and Aniston looked away and stopped watching the fun.

The two opinion leaders of MiTu are tidying up their outfits.

As a victim and witness, Julie will also be questioned by the judge in court.

Aniston took out a red-painted Mi Rabbit fist logo and helped Jolie pin it on her chest, encouraging her: "Be brave, be strong, we will all cheer you on."

Julie rolled her eyes and went to pull out another Me-T-R-Bunny logo and pinned it to Martin's collar.

Martin believed in Julie's psychological quality. She had been to the United Nations General Assembly and visited war zones. He said, "You two will walk together later."

Aniston asked, "You're not accompanying us?"

Martin said: "I'm going to bring Leonardo and Nicholson to support you."

Julie checked the time: "Let's get off."

Aniston opened the car door and the two of them walked side by side toward the court door, immediately attracting the attention of reporters and the public.

MeToo played an extremely important role in Harvey's downfall. Its influence not only spread to the whole of North America, but also triggered similar movements in Europe.

Another business car drove over, and taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Martin got out and got into the car behind.

Before he could close the car door, Leonardo waved his phone and said, "Let me show you something good."

Martin leaned over and saw a video on his phone showing Harvey Weinstein walking out of his house.

Harvey, with gray hair and a haggard face, used an armchair to move towards the car step by step.

Nicholson was also watching, and after watching, he couldn't help but shake his head. Based on his decades of experience and vision, he judged: "The makeup level is average, the facial expressions are too exaggerated, the walking movements are not realistic enough, and the acting level is far inferior to Leo's three-hit combo."

Leonardo was not happy: "My acting skills are Oscar-worthy, how can he compare?"

It was not difficult for Martin to see why Harvey acted this way: "He wanted to arouse the sympathy of public opinion and the court."

"That should be it." Nicholson pointed at Harvey on the phone screen and continued to analyze: "Look, although he is holding the armchair with both hands, due to long-term habit, the center of gravity and strength of his body are not on the armchair at all. If someone knocks his chair away, it will be a big deal."

He turned to look at Leo: "Why don't you try it."

Leonardo shook his head: "I have always been a low-key person and don't like to be in the spotlight."

Nicholson felt uncomfortable if he didn't do something: "The bastard from the Foot Gang acted so exaggeratedly, we have to do something to him."

Martin suddenly thought of someone and said, "I have an idea."

Leonardo continued, "Martin's bad ideas can come out anytime and anywhere."

Martin gave him a middle finger and said, "I can find someone who is willing to do this..."

Nicholson looked out the window, vaguely seeing the poster, and said, "I think it's OK."

Leonardo said: "It is not appropriate for us to touch her."

"I'm looking for someone." Martin had already taken out his cell phone and dialed Bruce's number. When he finished the call, Nicholson opened the car door and urged, "Go! Go! Hurry up."

Three people got out of the car one after another, put on their MiTu badges, and walked towards the court together.

A large number of people gathered in front of the court gate. Megan was still able to attract attention at the beginning, but with the arrival of two Meitu opinion leaders, Jolie and Aniston, her surroundings quickly became deserted, and even the reporters stopped paying attention to this side.

All the cameras turned away at once.

Megan can't help feeling a sense of loss. She has worked so hard, even at the cost of her reputation, but she is still not as good as those two female stars who are just walking normally.

The people around soon left.

Megan suddenly felt like a clown.

A man suddenly appeared from behind and whispered, "Want to grab the headlines?"

Megan turned around and saw that the other person was an ordinary-looking man with a work ID tag around his neck, which read that he was a TMZ reporter.

Ivan asked quietly, "Do you want to be on TMZ's headlines and trending search list?"

Megan dreams of being on the headlines, and nodded hurriedly: "I want to be on the headlines!"

"Didn't you accuse Harvey of racism? There's no need to be polite to racists." Ivan lowered his voice and said a few words before asking, "Do you have the guts to do it?"

Megan didn't answer, but asked directly: "Can you guarantee that I can make the TMZ headlines?"

Ivan nodded and looked at his watch: "You only have one minute to make a decision."

"No, I can tell you now!" Megan didn't intend to save face: "I did it!"

Ivan took out a card and gave it to her.

Megan picked it up and found there was only a phone number on it.

Ivan said, "You can call me if you have any news in the future."

Megan put it away.

Ivan said nothing more, left and joined the crowd of reporters.

Megan thought about it and did not throw away the poster. She held it in her hand and, relying on her thick skin and the physical fitness of a black person, she fought her way through the crowd and squeezed to the steps of the main entrance of the court.

After waiting for a while, a black car drove up from a distance and stopped on the side of the road.

As the car door opened, Harvey slowly got out of the car, took the armchair handed to him by his assistant, and moved towards the court door step by step with a hunched back.

He was alone, with sunken eye sockets, an old face, and staggering steps, like an ordinary old man in his twilight years.

Many reporters present were filled with sighs. In just a few months, Harvey Weinstein seemed to have become a different person.

The originally noisy front door suddenly became quiet, and some people who were just watching the show suddenly had new ideas in their minds: Is it a bit too much for the media and those women to force such an old man?
All the reporters' cameras were focused on Harvey. Just as Harvey reached the stairs, a black woman suddenly emerged from behind the isolation tape and kicked Harvey's armchair before the security personnel could stop her.

With a bang, the armchair tilted from Harvey's hand and fell to the ground.

When the props he had temporarily used for the performance slipped out of his hands, Harvey's first reaction was not to fall down, but to straighten his back and stand up straight out of habit.

At this moment, the tall, fat and domineering Harvey Weinstein is back!
It is impossible to change decades of habits without long-term practice.

Reporters took photos one after another.

Security personnel came over to stop Megan, who waved and threw the poster at Harvey, shouting, "You shameless racist!"

Harvey recognized the woman and accused him of racism.

In the past, he would have definitely stepped forward and slapped her.

Harvey suppressed his temper, glanced at Megan coldly, and without picking up the armchair that had fallen to the ground, he strode up the stairs.

"Shh..." There was a deafening booing sound at the door of the court.

Then, the insults began.

"You are a strong criminal, and you still want to gain sympathy!"

"This bastard never changes!"

"Liar! Murderer!"

Martin and others were standing in front of the French windows in the small building near the gate, and heard these sounds through the open windows.

The three bastards fist-bumped to celebrate. Leonardo said, "After this, even if he is really sick in the future, public opinion will think he is faking it!"

Nicholson said: "Want to gain sympathy in front of the Face Gang trio? Dream on!"

Martin said, "The real master is here. Let's go to the gallery."

The three of them went downstairs, joined LAPD's McClain, and entered the courtroom's gallery together.

Although it was just an information session, all the seats were filled.

Sitting near Martin was San Francisco Mayor Gavin.

Like many celebrities present, Martin also exchanged business cards with Gavin, who accompanied his wife.

(End of this chapter)