The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 20 Starting a Business in Los Angeles
Late March, East Hollywood, Los Angeles.

Frank Brown sat on the roof of his RV in the parking lot of Ranch Park, looking across Fountain Street and noticing that a new tenant had moved into the two-story, single-family house across the road.

The man had short black hair, a thin face, a strong body, a calm expression, and a simple temperament. He was inconspicuous at all when walking on the street.

When the other party came out of the security door and looked over here, Frank generously gave him a middle finger.

Hawke glanced at the fat old man, gave him two middle fingers, went to the roadside, opened the second-hand Mondeo, and moved the things downstairs.

One bag contained clothes and daily necessities, and the other boxes were all filled with tools for media practitioners.

Back at the house, Hawke first moved the clothes upstairs and sorted them out, then unpacked and took out the electronic devices wrapped in bubble bags.

Among them were the portable camcorder Eric had given him, surveillance cameras he had purchased in Las Vegas and Los Angeles, professional cameras, long lenses, memory disks, camera phones, printer fax machines, micro recorders, laptop computers, and more.

During this period, Hawke spent a lot of money.

The house has a one-year lease, and a workbench and storage rack have been set up in the living room on the first floor. The network cable and router have also been installed.

Although East Hollywood is far away from the slums in the city center and close to the two high-end communities of Silver Lake and Beverly, the security is relatively good, Hawke still installed hidden surveillance inside and outside the house.

He placed the camera and camcorder bag where he could easily reach it, reinforced the anti-theft doors and windows, and replaced the door locks.

Then I dug out my Glock pistol, had it serviced, and found time to get a gun license in California to get a legal gun.

After packing all these up, Hawke stood in the middle of the living room and discovered that the safe was missing.

I can only wait and buy again.

Hawke opened a bottle of water, sat down at his workbench, turned on his laptop, and logged into his blog.

I have published nearly thirty blog posts, but the number of readers is negligible.

Mainly, there is no explosive news.

Hawke posted a new blog post.

“I am starting a business in Los Angeles and am planning to build a media and entertainment studio on the West Coast.”

After publishing the blog post, Hawke closed the webpage and searched for the updates and news about Buddy Ackerman, Robert Downey Jr., Broderick and Barack Bernanke.

This time he came to Los Angeles, he had only two goals: get rid of those four bastards and gain wealth and power.

He wants to be fired and wants to go higher.

As the 74th Academy Awards ceremony approaches, there is a lot of entertainment news on the Internet.

Hawke quickly found a hit story about Robert Downey Jr.

Downey said at the Oscar pre-event that he is now a strong fighter, is battling drug addiction, and will definitely be reborn!

The news was accompanied by several pictures, all of which showed Downey entering and leaving a fitness center. There were sweat stains on his body when he was leaving the gym.

Downey Sr. also came out to support his son, saying that Downey's drug addiction problem was more genetic and that the responsibility lay with him as a father.

The media praised Downey for facing his own problems, finding himself, and rising from the ashes.

The character of the prodigal son is enduring.

Hawke clicked on a picture and looked closely at the fitness club sign, which read "Tracy's Gym" and was located in Westwood.

He also checked and found that Donny's public address was in the wealthy area of ​​Brentwood.

Hawke wrote it down and looked up Buddy Ackerman. Barack Bernanke was also among the most popular news about him.

This was news from more than ten days ago. Buddy, accompanied by his daughter and Barack, attended a press conference and announced that he had recovered from the disease and would donate 3000 million US dollars to help children with leukemia find bone marrow matching.

Based on the news, Hawke guessed that Buddy Ackerman had found a suitable organ source.

But the bone marrow pairing that follows makes it hard not to associate this old squid with still looking for a blood bag.

There are also media reports that Los Angeles may award Buddy Ackerman the Golden Key of Honorary Citizen to thank him for his contributions to society and charity over the years.

Next, Hawke saw the latest news about Bro Derek, who accompanied his celebrity wife Sarah Parker to the press conference for the new season of "Sex and the City".

The two people were surrounded by the camera, dressed in fancy clothes, wearing famous watches and jewelry, and exuding wealth from head to toe.

Hawke leaned back in his chair, feeling the firmness of his waist and the beating of his heart. The experience of almost losing all these things made him more determined not only to fire them but also to bring these bastards to ruin.

Take Robert Downey Jr. and Buddy Ackerman for example. If he was lucky enough to kill them directly, what would happen?
The former is likely to be remembered by countless fans like Heath Ledger and Paul Walker in their previous lives, and the huge sales of The Singing Detective will make him a brilliant figure in film history. The latter will be established as a model of morality and charity, the embodiment of light and justice, and his descendants will inherit billions of assets and continue to enjoy a top-notch life.

Hawke has never been very open-minded, so his mind is not broad. Thinking about these things is more painful than losing 1 billion.

He closed the unnecessary web pages, leaving only Robert Downey Jr., who had forced him to jump off the building.

Naturally, we have to start with the simplest goal. With Hawke's current strength, even if the enemy is in sight and we are in darkness, he has no chance of winning against Buddy Ackerman.

Compared to American-style business wars, turning off the power and unplugging the network cable are no big deal.

In the regular business wars here, dump trucks are common, and explosions, plane crashes, gunfights and suicides by being shot in the back are not uncommon.

He wanted to break up the Ackerman family and needed to make money to grow.

Thinking of this, Hawke picked up his phone, called the agency, and arranged a meeting in the afternoon.

After having lunch outside and taking a short break at noon, Hawke drove his black Mondeo straight to Highland Street where the agency was located.

As long as you provide the relevant information, the agency will complete all the procedures for registering a studio.

Hawke drove past the Avenue of Stars on the way. Although it was not as poor as the slums, there were still quite a few homeless people there.

Turning onto Highland Street in front of the Kodak Theatre, which had not yet been renamed, the Mondeo stopped in front of an office building.

Hawke came to the agency, found the corresponding contact person, and presented all the information he had prepared in advance.

Milner checked them one by one and asked, "Have you thought of a name for the company?"

Hawke said, "West Coast Media and Entertainment Studios."

Milner quickly noted: "Business?"

Hawke thought for a moment: "Media communications, crisis public relations consulting, and business strategic planning."

Milner asked curiously, "Besides the entertainment business, do you want to go into politics?"

Hawke said: "Power is something that no one can refuse if given the opportunity."

"That's right." Milner agreed, but he was secretly complaining in his heart that many similar studios were established in Los Angeles every year, but only a few of them actually survived.

Hawke is very clear, however, that the current business should focus on entertainment, because the first target is entertainment stars.

Moreover, among the Ackerman family's businesses, the entertainment industry, headed by Ackerman Pictures, accounts for a considerable proportion.

After Hawke paid the agency fee, Milner reminded him: "Keep your phone open, we may contact you at any time."

Hawke signed the power of attorney and left the agency.

He glanced at the text message notification. In the past two months, he had done fitness training, bought a car, rented a house, bought equipment, and paid a tax to make his identity more solid. His savings have fallen below the warning line of 10,000 yuan.

Both the car and the equipment will be used for critical purposes, so you can't buy bad ones.

Hawke ordered a safe, drove to Westwood, and found Tracy's Fitness Studio without much difficulty.

When I tried to go in, I was stopped by the security guard because the gym only accepts members.

The minimum membership card price is $5000 and requires an introduction from an existing member.

Hawke observed for a moment, returned to the car, retrieved his camera, and quietly took several photos of the gym and its surroundings.

Then he came to Brentwood and followed the address to find the luxurious villa where Robert Downey Jr. publicly lived.

Hawke also took some photos but did not go closer because he found multiple surveillance and electronic security facilities.

Rich people value life more.

As for Buddy Ackerman, he lives on Sunset Boulevard North in Beverly Hills, a gated community with frequent police patrols and tight security measures.

When he returned to Fountain Street in the afternoon, Hawke bought a lot of entertainment gossip newspapers.

The gossip newspapers and magazines here have very impressive names. Just by looking at the names you would think they are some big and important newspapers.

For example, National Enquirer, News of the World, US Weekly, etc.

(End of this chapter)