Hollywood Director 1992.

Chapter 431 Oscars Red Carpet: Pregnancy Secrets Revealed (4K)

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"Boss, it's time to go."

In the office, shortly after Daniel DeVito left, Lewinsky came to the door and knocked.

The woman with the large buttocks was wearing a gray women's suit and straight skirt, with high heels. Her curvaceous figure formed a beautiful tangent angle with the door frame, the point of intersection being her full and round buttocks.

Link was busy writing the script and had no time to appreciate the scenery. He glanced at his watch; it was 5 p.m., three hours before the 69th Academy Awards ceremony. He needed to prepare to enter the venue in advance.

"Boss, should we prepare a speech?"

Lewinsky stepped forward, gently straightened his collar, and brought the peach scent of her perfume to his nose.

"Never mind, I don't know if I'll win an award this time, so there's no need to prepare in advance."

Link lifted the woman's chin and kissed her red lips before leaving the office.

Back at the villa, Jennifer Connelly, Nicole Kidman, Renée Zellweger, Jodie Foster, and others prepared to depart. The group drove to the Sacred Citizens' Auditorium in three separate groups.

This year's Academy Awards ceremony is being held here.

"Link is here!!"

When he stepped off the extended Cadillac Escalade, the fans and reporters at the scene immediately went wild, shouting his name. Many enthusiastic fans pushed past the barriers, and the scene became chaotic for a moment.

The situation calmed down after being directed by police and security personnel.

Link, dressed in a sharp suit, led the beautifully dressed Jennifer Connelly onto the red carpet.

"Link! Link!"

Many fans chanted his name in unison, and occasionally many male fans shouted, "Jennifer, you're so beautiful!" and "Jennifer, I love you!"

Link was not surprised by the fans' enthusiasm. He is not only a billionaire and a talented director, but also the "world's sexiest man". These titles have a fatal attraction for female fans, who hope to attract his attention by screaming.

Most of his male fans are his admirers, who admire both his ability to make money and his skill in picking up girls. It is said that many dating clubs regard him as their idol and pray to his photo before going out to pick up girls.

"Honey, you have so many fans, can I have some of them?"

Jennifer Connelly joked with him as she waved to the sidelines.

"Okay, I'll give you them all."

Lin Ke held the girl's hand and smiled.

"Director Link, please wait! May I ask you a few questions?"

Dozens of reporters outside the venue, holding signs, shouted loudly.

Link nodded, indicating that he could answer their three questions.

Reporters from media outlets such as the Los Angeles Times and The Hollywood Reporter rushed to ask questions.

Reporters used to ask him about his scandals, but he had so many scandals that the media became numb to them, and the public gradually lost interest in them.

Therefore, most of the questions asked by reporters today were related to the Oscars.

For example, ask him if he is confident of winning the Best Director award, ask him how many Oscars he plans to win today, ask him why Michelle Pfeiffer and Sandra Bullock are not here, and ask him if the rumors that they are pregnant are true or false.
Link answered the first few questions calmly. He neither denied nor confirmed the rumors about Michelle and others being pregnant, only saying that he would give a unified response in a while.

Upon hearing his response, the reporters keenly sensed that the rumors were true, and that several top Hollywood actresses might indeed be pregnant, all with Link's children.

This news is so explosive! If it gets reported, it will definitely become the biggest entertainment news of the year.

"Director Link, so it's true that Monica, Michelle, Sandra, Sophie Marceau, Julianne, and others are pregnant? Why would you let them get pregnant at the same time? Is there some kind of plan?"

Los Angeles Times reporter Al Simmons shouted excitedly.

Other journalists also shouted out similar questions, some so excited that their voices trembled.

However, three questions have arisen.

Link waved goodbye and left with the beautiful Jennifer in his arms.

"This bastard!"

Al Simmons couldn't help but raise his fist as he watched Link's retreating figure.

"How do you swear? Although Link didn't answer the question, the fact that he, a big boss, was willing to stop and give us an interview shows that he is more approachable than many big shots."

Charlie Munger, a reporter for the San Francisco Chronicle, laughed.

“I’m not cursing Link because of this incident, but because he’s such a scumbag. Michelle Pfeiffer and Sandra Bullock are such wonderful women. They risked their reputations and careers for him and made such great sacrifices, but he still cheats on her. He’s such a scumbag. He should be shot.”

Al Simmons' face turned completely red.

Charlie Munger frowned. "I remember you said you liked Michelle Pfeiffer, and then Michelle became Link's girlfriend, and you fell for Sandra Bullock, thinking she was a great woman with a cheerful personality and a sexy figure, right?"

Al Simmons's face darkened even further.

"Hahaha, I get it now. Not only have your two favorite actresses become Link's women, but they're also pregnant with his children. That's definitely something to be angry about, and Link really deserves to be scolded."

Charlie Munger chuckled.

Al Simmons glanced at him sideways. "I remember you said your favorite and most admired woman was Ms. Diana."

"Don't mention Ms. Diana!"

Charlie Munger's expression instantly darkened, and he gritted his teeth as he interrupted Simmons.

Al Simmons shrugged, scribbled in his notebook, and a few seconds later heard Charlie Munger yell:
"Link is a real bastard, a piece of trash!"

Al Simmons chuckled to himself. After Link did not deny the rumors that Monica, Michelle, and the others were pregnant, there were many reporters at the scene who were secretly cursing Link, not just the two of them.

If this news were reported, I believe countless men across America and the world would be cursing Link.

Now all he has to do is report this news.

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Hey, Link!

As soon as he stepped off the red carpet, Michael Ovitz strode up behind him, wearing a loose-fitting suit and looking somewhat greasy.

Link and Ovitz hadn't met often. He remembered that the last time they met, Ovitz still had some hair on his head, but now only a few sparse tufts remained, which looked desolate and barren as the breeze combed through them.

"Michael, what brings you to the awards ceremony?"

"Haha, I heard you're going to win the Best Director award, so I came here specifically to applaud and cheer for you."

Ovitz grinned.

"That's a reason; hopefully, you won't have made a wasted trip."

"Haha, no way, you're the only one who deserves the Oscar for Best Director this year. No one else is qualified to win it."

Ovitz gestured, appearing very confident in Link.

Link and he didn't have much to talk about. After exchanging a few words, Link prepared to leave with Jennifer in his arms.

Ovitz, however, was not going to let him off the hook and continued to follow him toward the Great Hall, saying he had something to talk to him about.

After Link sat down, Ovitz also sat down next to him and started chatting enthusiastically.

Those around them looked puzzled at the two men's posture. Rumor had it that the two were mortal enemies, fighting since 93, their rivalry extending from box office battles to street shootouts, a situation that was almost a fight to the death.

How could these two be sitting together and chatting so calmly?
"Link, I heard you've taken over the MGM film project '007'?"

"Ovitz asked. Link nodded, "We'll shoot '007' first, and I'll shoot Disney's 'Armageddon' at the end of the year, and try to finish it before January next year."

"No rush, that's not what I want to talk about."

Ovitz glanced around and lowered his voice, saying, "You know what MGM's situation is right now, right? The fiscal deficit is a whopping $35 billion, and it's just one step away from bankruptcy. Many media outlets predict that MGM won't survive this year. Do you understand what that means?"

"It's not that serious. MGM is the oldest and most established film company in Hollywood. It has thousands of films and other valuable assets. Even if it has more debt, it can still survive and even turn a profit."

Founded in 1924, MGM Studios was one of the eight major early Hollywood studios and a symbol of American cinema and Hollywood. Even the Academy Awards were initiated by MGM Studios president Louis B. Mayer, and the first few Academy Award winners were almost all from MGM.

It wasn't until the 50s, with the enactment of industry monopoly laws and the introduction of televisions into every household, that MGM began its decline.

But the company still has its foundation, such as the James Bond series and Tom and Jerry, so it should be able to last another three to five years without any problem.

“Link, MGM isn’t something you can just guess at. Turning a profit won’t be easy. We all know that the North American film market is becoming increasingly competitive. It was more competitive last year than the year before, and it will be even more competitive this year. In this kind of fierce competition, companies with weak competitiveness are destined to be eliminated. Among the eight major film studios, MGM is in the worst situation. Who do you think will be the first to be eliminated?”

Ovitz sneered.

Even if you are right, what does that have to do with us?

“Link, I’m sincerely trying to discuss this with you, so don’t play dumb here.”

Ovitz glanced around and continued in a low voice, "Competitors are rivals. Hollywood currently has eight major film studios, which is too crowded. If one were to fall, the seven major studios could gain more market share, and each company could benefit from it. So why don't we give them a push and let MGM rest in peace sooner?"

Ovitz gave a chilling smile, which, combined with his squinty eyes, gave him a rather villainous air.

Link stroked his chin. "Disney is preparing to take action against MGM, and you've come to me seeking cooperation?"

Ovitz shook his head and said in a lower voice, "Actually, MGM's life or death is in your hands. MGM's current financial situation is extremely bad; the box office revenue they earn each year isn't even enough to pay the bank interest. Now they're taking a desperate gamble, spending over $1 million to make a '007' sequel, which is a very risky move."

"If you just tamper with the filming of '007' a little bit, causing it to lose money at the box office, heh heh~ MGM definitely won't last until next year. Once MGM goes bankrupt, Guess Movies will have the opportunity to acquire it, making up for Guess Movies' lack of experience and replacing MGM as one of the dominant forces in Hollywood. This would be entirely beneficial to both you and Guess Movies."

Ovitz's words were forceful and resounding, but Link remained unmoved.

While some of his points are true, such as MGM being on the verge of bankruptcy, the box office losses of "007" would worsen MGM's situation, and MGM's bankruptcy would benefit Guess Movies, etc.

But he was asked to sabotage film projects to bring down MGM.

Of course he wouldn't agree.

His purpose in taking on the "007" role was to earn money, gain experience, and improve his physical fitness through filming major movies. He believed that he could only make money if the "007" movie was well-made, while a poorly made one would be a waste of time.

This is why he is always very serious about every film he takes on.

As for when MGM will go bankrupt, that's not important to him.

As long as Guessing Movies continues to be a box office hit, consistently ranking in the top three every year, the revenue of the seven major film studios will inevitably decrease, and their situation will worsen.

In 5 to 10 years, MGM will not be the only company on the verge of bankruptcy.

Therefore, when dealing with the seven major film studios, he didn't need to use any schemes or tricks. He only needed to release a series of blockbuster movies to render the seven major film studios powerless.

"Link, what do you think of this idea?"

Ovitz winked.

Link glanced at him sideways. "Do you think I'm stupid? I signed a box office revenue sharing contract with MGM. How am I supposed to make money if '007' loses money?"

“If 007 is a box office hit, you can get at most 30 to 40 million, but if MGM goes bankrupt, you can earn hundreds of millions, billions, or even have the opportunity to acquire MGM. You know better than I do which is more or less,” Ovitz continued to persuade.

Link smiled slightly, "Michael, that's the difference between us. You guys will do anything to make money, without regard for rules or laws, but I'm different. Every dollar I've earned since my debut has been legitimate."

That's precisely why my opponents have repeatedly tried to exploit my weaknesses but haven't found an opportunity. I've also amassed a fortune of billions by adhering to my own rules; now you want me to break my rules for a mere billion dollars? Isn't that a bit ridiculous?

"This"

Ovitz opened his mouth, but was speechless.

"Furthermore, I am a director. My job is to make every film well, to make more and better films that audiences like, to make investors profitable, and if I'm lucky, to win an Oscar and gain honor. But you are advising me to deliberately botch the film to harm my collaborators and become a person without professional ethics. Is that reasonable? In addition, if I deliberately messed up the filming of '007,' would you feel comfortable entrusting the 'Armageddon' project to me?"

"No, no, it was just a suggestion, a flawed suggestion. You don't have to take it seriously."

Ovitz wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Link leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and sighed, "Michael, I always thought competition within the industry was a very interesting thing. In this industry, everyone uses all sorts of rules to attack their opponents or to defend against their opponents' underhanded tactics."

After a hard-fought battle, to finally win, like a boxing match, should be the most commendable part of our career, even more meaningful than earning billions or tens of billions of dollars.

However, if one resorts to unscrupulous means and harmful tactics during competition, the competition loses its meaning, and even if one wins, there is no honor to be gained. What do you think?

"Yes, yes, you're right, I completely agree with that."

Ovitz continued wiping his sweat. "Link, don't overthink it. I swear to God I didn't arrange that shooting last year."

"I know that if you had done it, I wouldn't be able to reason with you so calmly."

"Okay, thank you for believing in me. The awards ceremony is about to start, I'll go sit over there. I wish you many more Oscars."

Ovitz hurriedly left, and in his haste, he almost bumped into Ben Affleck and Jim Carrey.

The audience looked at him with suspicion. He had been chatting happily with Link, looking confident and ambitious, but in the blink of an eye, he had turned pale and was sweating profusely.

This is so abnormal.

Everyone stared in disbelief at Link, who sat calmly in the middle, secretly admiring him. Ovitz, whether in the past or present, was one of the Hollywood giants, yet this giant appeared flustered and uneasy when facing Link.

You have to admit that Link is incredibly talented.

"What are these two doing?"

In the back row of the "Sex Book Tycoon" cast seating area, Harvey Weinstein also noticed the situation in front of him. His gaze fell on Ovitz, and many questions arose in his mind.

"Honey, what are you talking about? Why is Michael Ovitz so scared?"

Jennifer Connelly sat down and put her arms around his.

“He wanted to do something bad, but I called him out on it and advised him to be a good person. Ovitz felt embarrassed and left.”

"Honey, you're amazing."

Jennifer smiled and kissed his cheek, her soft lips making his pores open a little.

Link smiled gently and patted the girl's hand on the back.

"Hey Link, Jennifer, did I interrupt your lovemaking?"

Juliette Binoche and the cast of "The English Patient"—Ralph Fiennes, Kristen Scott Thomas, and Aamir Khan—came over to greet him and sat down in an empty seat in the second row.

Apart from Aamir Khan, the other three received Oscar nominations.

"It's ok."

Link responded.

"Link, can you predict how many awards we'll win this time?"

Juliette Binoche laughed.

"Of course the more the better."

During the casual conversation, the host, Billy Crystal, who was also an old acquaintance, walked onto the stage and announced the start of the awards ceremony.

(End of this chapter)