Exploiting Hollywood 1980

"Why is the governor of Arkansas playing the saxophone on TV again? Is he in the professional entertainment industry now?"

When the plane arrived in New York, Ronald and Douglas Jr. met up. At the airport, they found that the young and handsome governor was on the evening show again and performed a saxophone solo for the audience...

"Oh, now I understand that the job of a politician is not to formulate policies, but to please the people and win the next election." Douglas Jr. shook his head and laughed. Not only has the governor begun to prepare for the general election four years later, but George Sr. is also campaigning for re-election.

Look, this time, the DEA under George Sr. has been successful in cracking down on the Fourteen K drug trafficking group in Hong Kong, and now George Sr. has contacted Ronald to continue to expand its influence among the people.

All people related to Fourteen K will be monitored by the DEA and other powerful agencies. These people must undergo strict scrutiny when entering the United States or countries that have close cooperation with the United States, such as Canada and Britain, and are often denied visas.

The executive order issued by the President is a marketing project that Ronald wants to do - "President George makes American communities safer." Not only did it destroy a billion-dollar drug smuggling gang, it also eliminated the possibility of these criminal gangs entering the United States to cause trouble in the future.

This is the theme of a promotional video, and the other is that gun bans make communities safer.

President George's staunch supporters are veterans and military-industrial complexes. One of their demands is the monopoly of the arms manufacturing industry in the United States and its allies. NATO's bullet standards were set by the United States.

This time, the President took advantage of the Fourteen K case and, with the cooperation of congressmen who also represent the interests of the military-industrial complex, passed a legislation to ban foreign-made automatic rifles from being sold to the domestic market.

This is not an easy task in America, which has the Second Amendment.

Therefore, there must be a reason to promote this bill so that the members of Congress can raise their hands to pass it. Otherwise, passing a bill suspected of violating the Second Amendment will make them look not so glorious under the attack of gun owners' interest groups.

This amendment was passed very early, and the final draft was finalized by Thomas Jefferson, a founding father who was then the Secretary of State. The text he compiled is as follows: "A well-organized militia is necessary to ensure the security of a free country, and the right of the people to keep and bear arms (the right of the people to keep and bear ars) should not be violated."

In order to pass this bill that prohibits the import of firearms and feeds domestic gun manufacturers, it is necessary to go through the interpretation of the Supreme Court justices to determine that the Ars mentioned in the Second Amendment is the single-shot rifle used by the militia at that time, which is about the same length as the arm, rather than the automatic rifle that can spray water with a single press of the trigger. (America has always called machine guns automatic rifles)

The president and senators who were lacking excuses saw Fourteen K's case file, overjoyed, isn't this delivered to the door?

Soon, this bill will be proposed on the grounds of protecting DEA agents and maintaining community safety. Because these foreign organized crime organizations, smuggling imported banned drugs, are all armed with foreign-made automatic weapons. Banning these weapons from appearing in the country is just beneficial to the increase of firepower of the American people and weakening the force of these foreign criminals. It is a win-win legislation.

Therefore, the theme of the second advertisement that George Jr. asked Ronald to make is that the President banned the import of automatic weapons to make your community safer.

Ronald laughed dumbly when he heard Douglas Jr.'s explanation. These politicians' brains have logical problems. But the people don't understand these twists and turns, and they think they are doing it for their own good.

And it doesn't matter how much effort the politicians have put into the legislation, just let the people spread it widely. Who made them enjoy the protection of the legislation?

Anyway, George Jr. asked Barbara La Jinyan sent Ronald a generous amount of funds, and the budget allocated by the government was also a small reward for Ronald's great help during the election.

Ronald didn't think much about it, and invited General Manager Eddie in New York to negotiate with several directors of Daydream, one for each person, just as a practice and extra money.

...

After his father entered the White House, George Jr. became a celebrity in Barbara's eyes, and his trust level was almost the same as that of his brother Jeb.

He will have to wait a few days before coming to New York to officially sign with Ronald's Daydream.

Ronald just went home to rest for a few days, and had a family dinner with Doug and Donna. Aunt Karen smiled from ear to ear. Her daughter's boyfriend is Ronald's high school classmate, a descendant of the local gentry. Isn't this the ideal marriage that a white mother in the countryside dreams of?

"I'm going to stay in my Manhattan apartment for a few days, and there are some company affairs waiting for me..." After a day of rest, Ronald proposed to go back to Manhattan. Donna rolled her eyes and flew over, she must have gone to find Helen Slater. Alas, poor my good friend Diane.

"Go, kid, come back and see your aunt from time to time, I'm already very happy." Aunt Karen didn't care about Ronald's female friends. They were both great directors nominated for Oscars twice, so what was wrong with having a few female celebrity friends? She had read a lot of Hollywood celebrity biographies recently. Whose love history didn't occupy a large part of the biography?

Anyway, Ronald wasn't married yet...

"By the way, the New York mayoral election is about to start. My grandfather asked me to ask you, which candidate will you support?" Seeing Donna's expression, Doug deliberately interrupted and asked Ronald about his opinion on the upcoming mayoral election.

"My private lawyer, the teacher of the partner of Lindsay Dole's law firm, Mr. Rudy, the Attorney General of New York, is also running for election. I will support him..."

"Great, our Staten Island Chamber of Commerce has also decided to support his candidacy..." Douglas was very happy that Ronald stood with him. Anyway, Staten Island has always supported the Elephant Party candidates.

…

“Helen…”

“Ronnie…”

Helen was dressed very energetically today, with a white sports jacket around her waist, tight sports pants, a pair of white running shoes, and a headband on her head. She has been paying more attention to her body shape recently, and in order to prevent anorexia, she has been jogging more to burn calories.

When couples have been together for a long time, they always have to find something to do. This evening, she and Ronald went jogging and walking together. The two of them had a great time along the trail in Central Park.

The accelerated heartbeat and endorphin secretion brought by running made the eyes of the two people looking at each other more enthusiastic.

“Yo… do you want a videotape?” A black man’s voice sounded, but he didn’t wear the coat that people who sell pirated videotapes often wear.

Central Park is a holy place for exercise for the surrounding residents. Many rich girls in the Upper East Side and rich boys in expensive penthouse luxury apartments in the south often come here to jog.

But in recent years, the park, which should have been quiet and safe for the upper class, has gradually become more populated with people selling illegal drugs, pirated videotapes, and some black or Latino teenagers who come from nowhere. They are the kind who are angry at white people and whistle at beautiful women.

"Beep..." A loud whistle sounded. The black guy, with his muscles tense and angry red eyes, made an obscene gesture to Helen.

"Hey, blonde, come here and taste mine... How much better than your boyfriend..."

"Be careful with your words..." Ronald stared at him, stepped forward to protect Helen, and asked her to leave the center of the conflict first to reduce the heat.

"Hey, where are you from? You are not nobler than us, white guy!..." As he said this, the black man came up and was about to push Ronald.

"Hey... don't cross the line..." Ronald pushed the other party and controlled his force direction with wrestling techniques. Then he looked back and saw that Helen was far away from here, so he quickly pushed outward and stepped back, and was about to leave the place of right and wrong with Helen.

The black man staggered after being pushed by Ronald, and immediately whistled, calling several companions.

"We don't have any grudges, OK?" Ronald looked around and saw the black accomplices gathering behind him. He quickly stepped back a few steps. It was dark and there were big trees blocking the view. Ronald carefully looked around to avoid being surrounded from behind the big trees.

"Are you scared now? Why don't you let your girlfriend play with us?" The black man saw that there were many people on his side and immediately rushed up to beat Ronald.

Ronald saw that things were not going well, so he quickly ran a few steps towards Helen, pulled her up and was about to run away.

"Hehe..." The black man rushed forward and approached Ronald.

"Smash..." A dull sound of metal rebounding after being squeezed came, and the sound of the blade and the guard rubbing against each other came...

"Shxt!" Ronald knew something bad was going to happen when he heard this sound. It was the sound of a switchblade. He took off the coat that Helen was wearing, put it on his hand, and went over.

"Puff..." The blade cut through the coat, and Ronald twisted it with his hands and entangled it in the coat. The opponent couldn't put the knife away in time, and stabbed a few times randomly, but Ronald exerted force and the knife was snatched away by the tightly wrapped coat.

"Pah..." Ronald exerted force on the opponent's ankle, and then pulled the opponent's shoulder with both hands, and the opponent fell to the ground. This fall was not light.

"Run..." Ronald didn't dare to fight with these little bastards. It was not worth it to fight with these rotten lives, underage and hot-blooded bastards.

"Ah..." Helen saw that Ronald's hand seemed to be injured and bleeding, and she screamed in fear, then pulled Ronald up and ran.

...

"Are you okay?" Doug and Donna, who got the news, hurried to Ronald's apartment on Fifth Avenue. Ronald was being questioned by a black detective of the NYPD there.

Next to him was Helen Slater, and on the other side was private lawyer Lindsay Doll and several senior lawyers from her law firm.

"I'm fine..." Ronald waved to them.

"Oh, Ronald..." Donna was sharp-eyed and saw the bandage on Ronald's hand.

"It's okay. I was scratched by the blade when I tried to take the knife..." Ronald laughed at himself. He learned the move of bare-handed sword fighting from the Chinese wrestling veterans at Shichahai Sports School. He didn't expect to save his life today.

But he hadn't practiced this kind of street fighting move for many years. When he used it, he didn't protect his palms well. The opponent's blade cut his coat and injured his palms.

"Oh my God, Ronald. You should hire a bodyguard..." Little Doug said seriously. Ronald's wealth and status really need some professionals to protect him now.

"I'm a movie director. What's the point of bringing bodyguards when filming..." Ronald thought I was fine. "Why are there so many brave and aggressive young people in Central Park now?"

"Hey, many illegal immigrants from the South have no jobs and no income when they come here. They can only sleep in the free Central Park at night. There are also many drug dealers who use this place as their business place..."

"Hey..." Ronald thought to himself, it seems that the policies of President George are really needed.

"My client still needs to undergo a medical examination. In addition, he has said enough and is a model citizen who cooperates with your work. What you need now is to catch the suspect, not to harass my client here..."

Lawyer Lindsay saw that the NYPD was endless and continued to ask Ronald the same question over and over again, so she immediately interrupted to intervene.

"Okay... please don't leave New York recently..."

"My client is a famous Hollywood director, and the nature of his work does not allow long-term stay..."

"I'm just following the rules..." The black detective shrugged.

"Do you need me to apply for a court order?" Lindsay Doll knew that after hearing Ronald say that the black youth attacked him, he began to understand all the details in detail, and immediately responded professionally to get him out.

"Thank you, Lindsay..." Ronald was bleeding, and had a high-intensity fight and run, and now he was a little tired.

"No, this is the service you deserve for the lawyer's fee you paid... We will continue to pursue this matter with the NYPD, and will also file a complaint with the District Attorney of the Southern District of Manhattan."

"You scared me to death..." Doug sat down and looked at Ronald from front to back after the lawyer and the detective left, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"My mother must be worried to death..." Donna looked at the hospital's diagnosis and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Ronald did not hurt his muscles and bones, only a very shallow cut.

"You have a good rest..." Seeing that Ronald was very tired, the two of them also said goodbye and left.

"Ronnie..." Helen came over and hugged Ronald's head in her arms, "I was so scared..." There were still tears in the corners of her eyes from crying just now.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Ronald touched Helen's arm with his uninjured hand to comfort her.

"I'm worried about you... woo woo..." Helen's eyes were red again, "What should I do if something happens to you?"

"I want to be your Katharine Hepburn, you can't die early like Spencer Tracy... woo woo... you scared me to death..." Helen hugged Ronald and cried again.

"Hey..." Ronald understood what Helen meant. She wanted to maintain a relationship with another star Tracy like Hepburn did back then, even though Tracy was married. When the two were in New York, they would live together, but they didn't stay together forever.

This is a unique Hollywood-style relationship, where women maintain relationships silently and don't seek marriage.

It seems that Helen has high expectations for herself and wants to be the successor of Katharine Hepburn, who has won the title of Best Actress many times.

But Ronald knew that she didn't have this talent.

The two were indeed not suitable for marriage. After living together for a long time, they would argue because of their different views on performance and movies. But if they didn't see each other for a long time, they would miss each other.

It's another matter if I can't find a bodyguard, but Helen and Diane, two of my female friends, still need to find a bodyguard to protect them. What if something goes wrong?

She helped Ronald wash up, and then helped him to bed. Helen sat on the bed and looked at Ronald without saying a word.

"By the way, you have to move to another house. You can't go to Central Park for jogging anymore. It's become very unsafe there now..."

"I'm not going back, but why do you want me to move?" Helen's current small apartment was bought by her with her own film pay, and she likes this house very much.

"Don't argue, I don't want you to take risks anymore. Midtown Manhattan (where Helen's apartment is located) is not very safe now. There are fireflies all over Times Square, and there are more and more drug dealers. They are all very dangerous. I don't know what the mayor did with our tax money..."

"But..."

"Ah..."

Helen, who was still arguing, saw Ronald screaming because of the wound, and swallowed her words again. It's nothing... Isn't it just living in a good house?

"The developer here called me a while ago and said there's a high-rise apartment for sale. I'll buy it and you can live here. There are a lot of fitness facilities here, and you can buy a lot of food and clothes without going downstairs..."

"But..." Helen was shocked. The houses here are not cheap.

"Please don't say no, Helen. You can live here first, and then you can move to another safer house, otherwise I won't worry..."

Although Helen was moved, she still didn't want to live in such a luxurious house. She didn't object now. She just hugged Ronald's back until he fell asleep first.

"Ring, ring, ring..." The phone rang, and Helen answered it outside.

"It's okay, Diane, he's okay, he's asleep now..."

The call was from Diane. She heard about Ronald's accident and was frightened to death.

"Is this how you take care of him? It scares me to death... As long as it's okay..."

…

Ronald woke up the next day and heard the sound of Helen watching TV outside.

"Yesterday, a young female runner was attacked in Central Park. It is believed that police believe she was attacked and violated by multiple people.

She was knocked down while running at night, dragged nearly 300 feet off the road and violently assaulted. About four hours later, she was found naked, covered in mud and blood, lying in a shallow ditch about 300 feet north of the 102nd Street intersection in Park Grove.

The first police officer who saw her said: "She was beaten worse than anyone I've ever seen beaten. She looked like she had been tortured.

The victim suffered severe brain injury and may be unconscious. The NYPD has not yet confirmed the identity of the victim. Anyone with clues can call the phone number at the bottom of the screen..."

"Shxt!" Ronald opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, "You'd better move quickly..." Ronald picked up the phone and was about to call the real estate developer to buy the empty house.

"Oh..." Helen stopped talking. If she had gone running alone yesterday, she might have suffered a similar tragedy.

"It is believed that many joggers and cyclists were attacked by multiple people yesterday. The NYPD is launching an investigation. They want to know who the victim is and whether other cases are related to this intentional injury..."

Ronald put down the phone and heard this piece of news again. No wonder the NYPD detective asked so detailed questions yesterday. It turned out that it might have been done by the same group of people.

He and Helen looked at each other. Why is the security in Manhattan, the center of the universe, so bad now?

"Okay, I'll move right away..." Helen didn't dare to live in a small apartment anymore. She trembled all over when she thought of what happened yesterday. It was better to move into this high-rise residence with strict security measures as soon as possible.