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The Weinstein Company.

President's Office.

After the program ended, someone took the remote control and turned off the TV.

The five people in the room were silent for a while.

"Harvey, what are we going to do next?"

An elderly white woman with long hair looked at a fat man about fifty years old sitting behind a desk in the room and asked.

"Harvey, Columbia recently came to talk to me."

Another elderly woman with short hair also spoke at this time:

"They are very dissatisfied with my recent performance and are worried that it will affect the release of [Skyfall] in China."

The fat man on the desk, Hao Ran, was Harvey, the president of the Weinstein Company. His face had become ugly since he was watching TV. Hearing this, he looked at the two women:

"Oh, Meryl, Judy, I'm sorry for bringing you into this."

"Harvey, we are friends, there is no need to say these things."

"Yes, Harvey, we can become Oscar-winning actresses, but it's all because of you. It's too late to thank you."

Facing the compliments of the two veteran movie queens holding each other in one hand, Harvey's face softened slightly, nodded, smoked a cigar and pondered for a while before continuing:

"This matter is not suitable for me to come forward for the time being."

"Once I come forward, things will get bigger and it won't be good for the three of you."

"Well, you don't want to be interviewed for the time being, but you can ask the people around you to say something to reporters, and I will also pass on some information privately."

"And Quentin."

Harvey looked at a middle-aged man with a shoehorned face and an ugly face and ordered:

"You can contact friends in the circle and form an alliance."

"If you spread the word to the outside world and say that you are an outsider, you still don't respect you famous seniors in Hollywood."

"People like this are not qualified to make money in Hollywood."

Facing Harvey's rude words, Quentin just nodded silently.

He was supported by Harvey, and he didn't dare to disobey Harvey. Who in Hollywood these days doesn't have any dirty information?

Meryl and Judy also nodded.

This kind of thing is just done secretly without coming forward. Even if reporters report it, as long as they don't admit it face to face, it will be fine.

"Remember, don't give interviews in the near future."

Harvey finally gave a warning.

After the three people left, there were only two people left in the room.

"Harvey, my brother, you made the right decision. You must not come forward at this time."

The remaining middle-aged man in the room, who looked a bit like Harvey, spoke at this time.

This person remained silent when the other three people were present, as if he were invisible. He only spoke when no one was around.

"Bob, what do you know? Do you know that I am very angry now? When have I, Harvey, ever been so aggrieved?"

Facing his own brother Bob Weinstein, Harvey no longer concealed his expression, his expression was ugly:

"A mere yellow-skinned monkey turned out to be like this. I wanted to kill him, but I had to endure it at this time."

"I thought that with the fame and status of Meryl, Judy, and Quentin, they could intimidate this boy. I didn't expect that the other party would be so direct and not give them any face."

Bob quietly listened to his brother's complaints.

On the surface, he listened carefully, but in his heart he was dissatisfied and angry.

There was an occasional glint in his eyes.

The Weinstein Company was founded by the brothers, including the former Max Company, which was also founded by the brothers.

But the outside world only knows Harvey, no one knows him Bob.

You must know that whether it was before or now, the entire company is managed by Bob, and only he has this talent.

He devotes himself to the company every day, while this brother wanders around and collects some good videos, but if a company only relied on these videos, it would have collapsed long ago.

But Harvey relied on his ability to work hard, serve the old Oscar judges well, win several best actresses, and gain great fame.

Women, all those movie queens were slept with by Harvey.

As for fame, the outside world only knows Harvey, not to mention here. Insiders in other countries all know Harvey, but no one knows him as Bob.

Harvey's status was complimented by people wherever he went, but how many people knew Bob?

Harvey, the older brother, treats him like a dog and has no regard for brotherhood. On the surface, he manages the company with all his heart, but in fact, Harvey has always occupied the power of the company.

Those bullshit things about my brother, Bob Menqing.

If he hadn't known that Harvey's collapse would inevitably affect the company's reputation, implicate the company, and possibly even go bankrupt, Bob couldn't help but want to sue Harvey and monopolize the Weinstein Company.

Now I have provoked a young man for no reason, a young genius, and a director who is very good at making money.

This made Bob even more dissatisfied. If he hadn't been unable to think of a good way to get rid of Harvey without affecting the company, Bob felt that he wouldn't be able to bear it now.

"Qin, this is a talented director in China. Seeing how harshly he spoke and named someone behind Meryl, it seems he guessed it was Harvey. I wonder what evidence the other party has about Harvey?"

Bob's eyes flashed as he thought to himself.

If he could secretly join forces with Qin to bring down Harvey without having to come forward and without affecting the Weinstein Company...

"Bob, you go out and do your work."

After Harvey complained for a while, he waved Bob away like a fly.

"good."

Bob's expression didn't change at all, as if he didn't care, he stood up and walked out of the office obediently.

After Bob went out, Harvey got sulky, thought for a while, took out his cell phone and dialed the number of the president of CAA:

"HELLO, Martin, this is Harvey."

"Harvey, what's the matter?"

Martin's cold words came over the phone.

Harvey's expression was stagnant. Everyone used to lower their heads to meet each other, but since the appearance of the yellow-skinned monkey, many companies are no longer interested in Harvey. The more he thinks about it, the angrier he becomes:

"Martin, don't you know what your artist has done?"

"Harvey, are you okay? If you say this, just hang up. I'm very busy."

"Martin, are you really going to let that yellow-skinned monkey openly defy the rules of Hollywood? You have to know where you are from and where you stand now. Be careful to provoke public anger and fight against our own people for outsiders. Then you can

This is no longer a matter between me and your customers."

"Oh, really. Good luck to you, Harvey. I hope I don't see you in prison next year."

"What do you mean? Martin."

"What do you mean, what do you mean, Harvey, I can ignore your affairs, but I reminded you last time, you don't take it seriously. You think that without me, without us people in Hollywood, you can't see you.

No one knows about your bad things? Do you want to mess with someone who is talented, can make money, has money, and is willing to spend money? Or is it an outsider who doesn't care about Hollywood? Those rules you mentioned can restrain us.

But why restrain him? Harvey, just do it yourself."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Hearing the busy signal on the phone, Harvey threw the phone away angrily.

"Fake."

"Damn Martin, bitch."

After a few curses, Harvey calmed down and pondered what Martin had said.

He had already thought about these things, so he never came forward personally, but asked others to come forward.

But listening to Martin's wishes at this moment, even if he didn't come forward in person, he still angered the yellow-skinned monkey because he asked Meryl, Judy, and Quentin to come forward.

Is the other party trying to drag him into the water and target Harvey?

What about the things he did to force women in private?

Harvey had to think more.