The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 90 I'm pride

Venice Avenue, Cactus Car Maintenance Center.

Hawke sat in a backrest chair and watched a group of Mexican workers busy.

Edward was wandering around, looking at the items placed in the window curiously.

The owner of the maintenance center came over with a cardboard box and said, "This is a driving recorder specially ordered for you. It only arrived yesterday afternoon."

Hawke asked, “How clear is the shooting?”

The boss opened the box, connected it to the power, took a photo, copied it to the computer, and asked Hawke to watch it himself.

In this era, it cannot be required by the standards more than ten years later.

Seeing that the effect was OK, Hawke checked the recorder and said, "Pack it to the car."

The boss asked the worker to install it, and then said to Hawk: "Like monitoring, it comes with a coverage function. What files do you need? Copy them as soon as possible after recording."

"I understand." Hawke called Edward: "You take the time to drive the business car over and install one."

The work efficiency here has always been touching, and he booked the latest recorder in a month before the stock arrived.

When the workers finished fitting, Hawke tried the function and paid the remaining amount, allowing Edward to drive to Culver City.

Sony Columbia Studios is located here.

Hawke found the crew studio according to the address on the information. The two-story building on the roadside was hung with the sign "SWAT".

The crew recruited extras, Hawke put on wigs, beard and glasses, put on makeup, took the William Morris work tag he got from Danny, and went to the studio to ask for several recruitment forms.

Like some small agents from other companies, he came to the small conference room on the first floor with a form in hand and filled in some actor declaration information.

Hawke wrote for a while, then took out a bottle of water from his bag and drank it. The filling speed was so slow.

He whispered the names and information of more than a dozen so-called temporary actors, and he put his bag on his bag and went out to the bathroom.

Hawke flashed into the utility room, found a sign that "sweeps and don't enter", hung it on the door handle of the men's bathroom, took out a small bag of tissue from his pocket, held it in his hand, walked quickly towards the other side of the stairs.

The stairs were next to the front desk. When the receptionist saw that he wanted to go upstairs, he asked, "What's going on?"

Hawke shook the tissue in his hand: "The first floor is cleaning, I can't help it."

The receptionist saw that he was feeling very uncomfortable when he was holding it in, and waved his hand and asked him to go quickly.

Hawke went up to the second floor, entered the men's bathroom first, and came out soon again. He sorted out William Morris's work tag and placed it in the most conspicuous position on his chest, as if the agent who came to negotiate a job was walking openly on the second. building.

I met several people during this period, but no one cared about him.

Hawke took a walk around and had no gains. When he was about to go down the stairs, he heard the sound of the door opening in the corridor, and quickly turned his head and took a look.

Six or seven meters away, an office door opened and a black man wearing a black beret came out.

This person was too conspicuous and Hawke recognized him at a glance, Samuel Jackson, who had not yet turned into a black braised egg.

Lao Hei walked towards the depths of the corridor.

Hawkello waited for a while, then turned back into the corridor with his bag and walked forward.

In front, Hei Ludan knocked on the door and entered the director's office. The two people spoke.

Hawke accelerated slightly, passed by the open door, and glanced inside quickly.

Black braised eggs turned around and closed the door.

In this moment, Hawke saw two other people outside the black sauté egg.

One of the bald men, he met on the information yesterday, the director of the crew, Clark Johnson.

The man's skin tone is a bit dark and looks like a Latin mixed race or a black mixed race that is about to be washed.

The other is a pure black man wearing a pair of glasses and looks familiar and may have seen it in the media.

Hawk also captured several keywords from their words.

The two mentioned equal rights pioneer fighter Steve Nutt and the recent rising black equal rights movement in California.

Hawke stayed on the second floor for a long time, and saw that he had no other gains, so he went downstairs to return to the small conference room and continued to fill out the registration form.

Not long after, several agents went to the front desk to submit.

Hawke followed, but he did not hand in it. He took advantage of the busyness of the front desk and left the office building directly.

After going around and returning to the car, Hawke took off his wig, beard and glasses, and blew the air conditioner to wipe his sweat.

Edward asked, "Boss, have you gained anything?"

Hawke thought of the black man in the director's office and said, "Shut up and wait a moment."

By noon, Samuel Jackson, Clark Johnson came out of the office building with the black man wearing glasses.

Hawke picked up the camera and asked, "Savior, do you know the one wearing glasses?"

"Spike Lee, the number of black directors in Hollywood," Edward said.

Hawke was slightly surprised: "You actually know each other."

"Boss, I'm a black man." Edward looked proud of me: "Spike Lee is the leader of the Black Movement in Hollywood, and of course I know him."

Hawke thought of what he heard in the office building: "Clark Johnson is also black?"

Edward said: "I can't be sure of the complexion of skin tone that looks a bit like Dwayne Johnson."

The three of them got into a car. Hawke signaled Edward to follow, took out his cell phone and called Danny, and asked, "Is director Clark a black man?" "Did I forget to indicate it in the information?" Danny He said sorry and said, "Similar to Dawn, his father is an African, and according to certain rules, he is too."

Hawke continued, "Spike Lee often speaks for black people in Hollywood?"

"It's not that you speak out frequently, but that you speak out frequently." Danny knows the black director: "The black equal rights leader in Hollywood."

"I understand." Hawke hung up the phone.

The car in front was parked at the door of a restaurant, and three old men entered the restaurant for dinner.

Hawke asked Edward to park: "Go for lunch."

The two of them also entered the restaurant.

There were not many people in the restaurant, so Hawke found a booth near the old blacks.

The three of them did not discuss the movie. Among the voices coming, the most talked about was the situation of black people in Hollywood and they were dissatisfied with the status quo.

After dinner, a car came over to pick up Spike Lee, Black Raw Egg and director Clark returned to the studio.

Hawke received a call from Caroline and asked Edward to drive to Burbank.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

On the way, Hawk took Clark's information and focused on it with the words "Black Peace".

When he arrived at Burbank, Caroline called again.

Hawke entered the studio shooting area with William Morris's agent tag and met Caroline in a cold drink shop.

Miss Mee changed her bangs, wore big earrings, and drank lemonade by the small round table in the glass window.

Hawk pulled open the chair and sat opposite her: "Have you gained?"

Caroline took a sip of lemonade and said, "Come with me."

Hawke followed her out of the cold drink shop and walked into the set.

After two studios, Caroline stopped in the shade of the tree and pointed diagonally across with her small chin: "The one who provided the completion guarantee for the "Counter-Terrorism Special Police Team" is the Firefighter Fund Insurance Company, which is connected with the crew's business. Manager Green talks about business with Warner's crew in this studio."

Hawke nodded slightly and asked, "Is your other client, Steve Nutt, now close to the black equal rights group in Los Angeles."

Caroline said: "It's not just close. After your operations, Steve has become a representative figure of black equality in sports. The black equality organization in Los Angeles regards him as a mascot-like leader...."

She suddenly interrupted and quietly poked Hawk's waist and signaled with her eyes: "The one who just came out, who was on the four-wheeled electric car, is Green."

Hawke saw that the middle-aged man in his thirties had a paler face than Edward.

Black mixed race.

Caroline whispered, "Do you want me to get in touch with him?"

Hawke shook his head: "Don't just meet him, let your assistant or someone else find an opportunity to test him...well, ask him what he thinks of Steve Nat."

After working together last time, Caroline's thinking was able to keep up with Hawk's rhythm and said, "I understand, beauty tricks are a little bit of a thing."

"Let's go." Hawke walked towards the studio door.

Caroline followed and called while walking.

This kind of temptation is not difficult for people in public relations companies.

Hawke thought while walking, and after she finished her phone call, he asked, "Will the third party guarantee against the cast members have a great impact on the crew?"

Caroline said: "It's very big, especially in action movies. Insurance companies do not insure actors. Once an actor has an accident, all risks will be borne by the crew. It is more troublesome to not provide guarantees for the end of the film. Companies and funds participating in financing will run. road."

She concluded: “The guarantees of third-party insurance companies are one of the cornerstones of the Hollywood film industry today.”

When he arrived at the door of the studio, Hawke saw her slowly and urged, "Have you got the information from your competitors?"

Caroline said, "It's going on."

Hawke reminds: "Hurry up and don't be as slow as a little ewe."

Caroline glared, pounded his arm, and took out her cell phone to make a call.

The two entered the parking lot and got to Mondeo together.

Edward waved, "Good afternoon, Miss."

Caroline's face turned black and she kicked the driver's seat with high heels: "A country bumpkin, a descendant of growing cotton is not as good as a sheep..."

Hawke's cell phone rang, and Danny called.

She said lightly: "Just getting good news, Paul Walker quit."

Hawke asked, "Why?"

Danny quickly said: "Universal Pictures launched "Fast and Furious 2". Supporting actor Van Diesel is filming another action movie and will not be able to star in it. Universal is considering the market and has given Paul Walker a copy. Hard to refuse the pay."

Hawke reminded: "You must determine the source of the news and prevent your opponent from retreating."

Danny emphasized, "I'm 100% sure."

"It's great, so our competitors are Colin Farrell, Josh Hartnett and Jeremy Renner."

Danny said again: "Jeremy Reiner is not competitive enough, has no important role in the past, and is destined to run away."

Caroline said, "I hope these **** will be more savvy and quit voluntarily."

Hawke wouldn't think so, and said, "Dani, I have some ideas. We'll have a meeting tomorrow morning."

(End of this chapter)