American Scandal King

Chapter 296 Friendship
In the wind field, Ian and the old black man walked side by side.

He put his hands behind his back and listened carefully to what the old man said.

The old man said, "That happened half a month ago. A new inmate came to the prison. He was a white guy and he kept talking..."

Ian replied softly, "You're quite talkative. I'm not interested in the origin of your information. You just need to tell me the time, place, and what has happened and what may happen in the future."

The old man shrank his neck in fear. "The Red Hood is planning to rob the Mirak Bank. The time is about five days from now, but I don't know the exact time."

The Red Hoods are a small local gang in Los Angeles.

Ian knew this because several members of this small gang were the ones who kidnapped his mother - this organization liked to wear red hoods when they were working.

After they took Ian's money, they started serving Ian, but most of the time they cooperated with the Crips Gang and there was no big movement.

At this moment, Ian looked at the old man: "Are you sure?"

The old man nodded vigorously. "My cellmate was a member of the Red Hood. He wanted to join the fight, but ended up getting drunk and injuring someone, and ended up getting arrested. He's really upset because he missed out on a big deal."

Ian chuckled: "Telling you something so important?"

The old man spread his hands and said, "That guy was drunk and not in his right mind."

Ian was surprised and shouted to Warden Kraft who was not far away, "Does the prison serve alcohol?"

Warden Kraft smiled and said, "We have to spend money to buy it. We have to find a source of income."

"Oh, that's right!" Ian gave him a thumbs up to show my support.

Then he turned to the old man and asked, "Does he remember this?"

The old man shook his head. "I'm not sure. I saw he didn't say much the next day. I might have some impression, but I can't confirm it. You know, some people are like ostriches. They shrink their necks and think everything is fine."

Ian also laughed: "Indeed."

He thought for a moment and asked, "What's your name?" The old man said excitedly, "Ulrich Badham, sir."

Ian said softly, "I'll assume your intelligence is true for now. I'll give you two choices. First, I can move you to a better cell, but it won't be the same treatment as Galbraith's. Your intelligence isn't up to that level. Second, I'll have the warden take proper care of you, but I can only guarantee that no one will bully you or give you any other special treatment. But I'll give you some money so you can enjoy it after you get out. In return, you have to continue to gather new information for me... If you're living too well now, you won't get any good news. If you have any good information, tell the warden. But if your intelligence this time is false, all your benefits will be revoked!"

The old man thought seriously.

After a while, he nodded and said, "The second one."

Ian smiled: "A smart choice."

………………

Godwin Manor.

Ian was sitting on the sofa, reading some information.

Angelina Jolie came over in a white nightgown and sat down next to Ian.

Angelina Jolie came to the door a day after the incident with the reporter.

She called Ian and said she would come to thank him.

Ian invited her in and then began.

Everything is so natural.

Unlike other girls who had requests from him, Angelina Jolie had no special needs in looking for him. She just admired and liked Ian Carr.

Who could resist an American hero, a handsome business genius, an immortal, super-strongman?
Of course, there can be demand.

From now on, you don’t have to worry about Ian Carr exposing your negative information.

Just like Anne Hathaway.

Therefore, Angelina Jolie still holds her ground. She will not depend on Ian, nor will she accept multiple people.

They get along with each other more naturally and easily, and no one bows to the other...the relationship between them is the most like that of friends.

They talk like friends.

Sitting down next to Ian at this moment, she leaned over to look: "What are you looking at?"

Ian casually put his arms around Julie and played with her plump breasts.

These must be cherished. In a few years, Jolie will have them removed to prevent and treat breast cancer.

Although it was rebuilt later, it is no longer the original ecology.

At this moment, they rubbed each other casually, and Ian said without looking up: "Miraq Bank."

Angelina Jolie was surprised: "You want to eat this bank?"

Ian smiled: "Just checking in."

There are mergers and acquisitions everywhere, so there is no problem in acquiring a small bank at the same time.

But what really interested him was that this bank was opened by Jews and had close ties with Jews. Pioneer Navigator was one of their shareholders and they provided high-quality safe services to the wealthy in Hollywood.

When Madoff was plotting against him, this bank also played a supporting role. It was they who helped connect Madoff with the shareholders of Lino Bank, but Ian did not bother with them.

Now it seems... some grudges are never too early or too late.

Angelina Jolie put down her glass.

She stood up and sat on Ian, her hands naturally removing each other's disguises.

She hooked her arm around Ian's neck, gently enveloped him, and swayed her gracefully: "I think you should pay more attention to Hollywood."

"why?"

Ian continued to look at the information carefully and let Julie do what she wanted.

Julie twisted Ian's neck and said, "You think you have taken control of Hollywood? But Hollywood won't let you exploit it. Well..."

She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure.

press?

Is that so?
I just took over 40% of Hollywood's film promotion business, 10% of the investment business, and some major IP copyrights, okay, and the artists.

Thanks to Ian, UTA has rapidly expanded, surpassing CAA to become Hollywood's leading talent agency. The influx of stars has driven UTA's annual revenue to over $15 billion, and with so many new stars joining this year, it's projected to reach over $30 billion by next year.

However, this is still just the tip of the Hollywood iceberg.

Hollywood's revenue includes movie box office, DVD sales, TV rights sales, advertising revenue, peripheral product sales, etc., which add up to 12 billion US dollars. Most of these Ian harvested were not from all channels. If calculated based on the total amount, it is actually only about %, that is, the annual revenue is only more than billion US dollars. Does this count as domination?

not enough! Far from enough!
Ian pondered this while burying his head in the mountains and doing a dry face wash while mumbling, "So you think they want to rebel against a tyrant like me?"

Julie chuckled: "Where there is oppression, there is resistance. Go down... Ian!"

well said!
Ian Carr's dominance in Hollywood makes many people panic. If he wants benefits, they will have to bow their heads.

But now he uses his power to intercept publicity business everywhere and reap huge amounts of advertising fees. His strong investment in major movies and competition with artists have made many people dissatisfied.

No matter how strong the deterrent is, can it reach the government?
Even government exploitation is met with resistance, let alone a company?
Ian leaned back, stretching himself as much as possible to make it easier for Julie.

He hummed softly, "That's good. I also want to see what tricks they can use to resist. You know the advantage of Hollywood being too obedient, but it's that I haven't been able to make any big news lately. I know a lot of inside stories, but I can't share them! It makes me feel very bored."

As he spoke, he leaned over and took a sip of the rich snowfield, then asked, "By the way, do you know what they are going to do to me?"

"Ah!" Angelina Jolie moaned softly, her eyes full of satisfaction.

She changed her posture, facing away from Ian, and grabbed Ian's hands and placed them on her chest. "I don't know, but I heard that Spielberg and his team are going to sell DreamWorks to Paramount, and they're planning to join forces to fight you. After all, Summer Redstone isn't afraid of you."

It’s early!

Because of Ian's blow, DreamWorks, which was already in a difficult situation, became even more difficult.

The sale, originally scheduled for negotiation in 05, is now moving forward.

Ian smiled softly: "I will continue to keep an eye on them. Anyway, how have you been lately?"

Angelina Jolie tried to move forward, shaking her head vigorously, her long hair flying, and her eyes narrowed with happiness.

She giggled, "Ah... Pete and I are working on the script for Mr. and Mrs. Smith. We'll start filming once Troy is finished. We're in love. Will you congratulate me?"

Brad Pitt?
He is really busy. With his own film included, he is working on three movies in a row.

Ian caressed Julie's waist and stroked her smooth back: "Of course, but Pitt hasn't divorced yet."

Angelina Jolie turned around on the spot, her movements a little too quickly, and Ian gasped: "Gentle!"

Jolie was face to face with Ian again and gave him a passionate kiss: "Do you want me to introduce you to Jennifer Aniston? That might make Brad Pitt feel less pressured."

Although Brad Pitt is notorious, Jennifer Aniston is not a quiet person either.

It is normal for everyone to do their own thing in the entertainment industry.

Ian smiled and said, "No, I'm not short of women now."

Angelina Jolie put her arms around his neck and said softly, "Just consider it a favor. I really love Brad Pitt! Just do it for our friend's sake!"

Ian felt her trembling and smiled softly: "Okay, for the sake of our friend."

Then he kissed Julie's lips gently: "How long will our friendship last?"

"Forever!" Julie whispered.

She clamped her legs tightly around Ian: "I can't bear to let you go like this. If I didn't know you couldn't be with me, I might not have fallen in love with Pete."

Ian took a long sip of Julie's wine and exclaimed in admiration: "I like your attitude of separating love and desire! You, Nicole Kidman, and a few other girls are all good."

"Don't say that, I'll be jealous." Julie laughed softly.

She laid herself all over Ian: "At least I never have to worry about you blowing me up."

"That's hard to say. Some things have to explode." Ian chuckled and slid his hands down.

"Fuck! Ian Carr!" Julie laughed and took a big bite.

(End of this chapter)