Please give me a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket!

Hearing such conditions, Hannam Williams couldn't believe his ears and found that he had seriously underestimated the shamelessness of the young director on the opposite side. He thought he was shameless. In order to do a good job, he had long thrown away his face, but the man on the opposite side threw away his face and was covered with a thick layer of cowhide.

Of course he wouldn't be so stupid that he thought the other party didn't understand his words, and he really regarded himself as his movie fan.

Gal Gadot looked at Hannam Williams' dark face and looked at Murphy again. Is this fun?

Bill Rossis cooperated with Murphy, "Mr. Williams, didn't you bring the negatives here? When will you send them?"

Of course he would not be polite to those who came to blackmail him.

Hannam Williams understood that the two people on the other side not only looked down on him, but also teased him like a monkey.

"Do you think this is interesting?"

This seriously stimulated Hannam Williams' sensitive heart. He tightly lit up a black face and said, "I will give you photos for free. I want negatives..."

A sarcastic smile came out from the corner of his mouth, "Two million dollars! No one can get a penny less!"

Murphy and Bill Roses looked at him, and after a while, Murphy asked deliberately, "This is just done by movie fans and has nothing to do with me. Why should I pay for them?"

"I have sufficient evidence here to show that the beating of the Catholics..." Hannam Williams looked at Murphy and said confidently, "It's your fan. This Catholic attacked you before because of the Catholic plot in your new film. Do you think that the personal behavior of the fans can get rid of the relationship with this matter?"

Hearing this, Murphy seemed a little serious. If this guy was too stupid, he would have to work hard. Now it seems that he is still smart.

The more Hannam Williams said, the higher his voice, "I believe you know the media better than me. The media will make a big fuss about this matter. With a little push, it will attract the attention of the Catholic Church. This is no longer a conflict between movie fans and Catholics, but will evolve into you... The conflict between you Murphy Stanton and the Catholic Church!"

The three people on the other side seemed to have no idea of ​​the powerful relationship. Only by letting them figure out how serious this matter might be, will they pay the money obediently, right?

So, he became more and more excited as he spoke. "The media would be happy to see a big shot like Director Stanton clashing with the Catholic Church. The Catholic Church will definitely come forward under the pressure of public opinion, then..."

Hannam Williams looked at Murphy, and the sarcastic meaning on his face became clearer, "You director Stanton will face a powerful opponent, the Catholic Church!"

"That's it." Murphy nodded calmly, "Well... With the current media style, what you said is more than 90% of the chances that it will become a fact."

"I'm still very considering the reputation and future of director Stanton." Hannam Williams showed his friendship at the right time, "Two million dollars are insignificant to you, but they can eliminate a big hidden danger."

“It seems to be a good deal.”

Murphy thought about it, and was indeed considering Hannam Williams' words, but he was not thinking about paying the other party a lot of money, but the reaction of the Catholic Church, especially Archbishop Marquez Costello, who was a hardliner.

Bill Roses looked at Murphy, and Murphy looked at him, saw a sure expression, and said, "The price of two million dollars is too high, Mr. Williams, I need to think about it for a while."

"Think about it for a while?" Hannam Williams put away the smile on his face and said in a warning tone. "Director Stanton, I have a partnership with many media. They are very interested in such news, if you..."

He shook his head, "I can only sell it to the media!"

In Hannam Williams's view, the following words can be said to be a killer move, which can force Murphy Stanton to make a decision immediately.

"Okay..." Murphy immediately gave the answer, "Mr. Williams, you can go and sell it to the media."

Hannam Williams widened his eyes, "You...you...you asked me to sell it to the media?"

Murphy shrugged and said to Bill Roses, "Please prepare in advance."

After saying that, he stood up and turned to Gal Gadot, "It's getting late, let's go home."

"Wait...wait!" Hannam Williams also stood up, "You really asked me to sell it to the media."

"Mr. Williams." Murphy said lightly, "You'll be fine."

Murphy pulled Gal Gadot and walked towards the door. He seemed to have no concerns about the things in Hannam Williams' hands. Hannam Williams looked at Murphy and Bill Rossis, and was a little confused.

His analysis was not thorough enough? It is said that Murphy Stanton is a very smart director. Can't he understand what he said?

Well, maybe the price of 2 million US dollars is too high, so it is okay to take the initiative to reduce it a little, right?

Thinking of this, Hannam Williams said again, "One hundred and fifty dollars! You can't be lowered anymore. If you lower it, I might as well sell it to the media!"

"All free reporters nowadays dare to ask for a price?"

When Murphy heard the price he shouted, he felt like he was suddenly in a different world. It was only ten years later that a piece of news that could trigger hot spots could be sold for millions of dollars? Was that reporter crazy? Or did he look like a sucker?

Murphy had no intention of stopping. Even if the other party sold him a dollar, he didn't plan to ask for it. If he got it, he would have to contact the media himself. How troublesome it was.

"One and two million dollars!" Hannam Williams squeezed out the price from his teeth.

"Mr. Williams." Murphy turned his head and glanced at the black man and said directly, "I have no interest in your news, photos and ideas. I will leave these for the media you cooperate with."

He turned around and said to Gal Gadot, "Let's go home."

The office door opened and closed, and Hannum Williams stared blankly at the disappearing door, as if he couldn't believe that he just walked away.

The door was pushed open from outside, and the assistant who had led him before came in, made a gesture of inviting Hannum Williams, and said with a polite smile, "Mr. Williams, it's time to get off work."

This is a kind thing, but it obviously means seeing off guests.

Hannam Williams looked at Bill Roses again, and the other party slowly packed his briefcase without any idea of ​​continuing to talk to him.

"Damn it!"

He cursed himself, and without caring about the photos, he passed by the assistant, left the office without looking back, left the office building where Stanton Studio was located, went straight to the parking lot, got in the car and opened his briefcase, took out the recorder, and pressed the play button.

Things you recorded secretly should be able to sell for some money, right?

With this idea in mind, Hannam Williams put the recorder in his ear. After listening for a while, he found that there was nothing except the "sting...sting" noise, and there was nothing he said to me or Murphy Stanton.

“fuk!”

Hannam Williams couldn't help but curse, "This despicable and shameless bastard!"

In this case, you can also think of it with your toes. There must be equipment that interferes with recording in Murphy Stanton's office.

He tried the recorder again and found that the function was intact. He played the previous recording again, but it was still full of noise. He simply threw the recorder back into his briefcase, took his phone and dialed a number.

"It's me, Hannam." He said to the microphone. "I'm not going well here. You go to the magazine and the TV station. I'll sell it at a high price as much as possible!"

Starting the car, Hannam Williams left Century City like lightning.

Meanwhile, at the Santa Monica Police Department, Daisy and several others followed Robert out.

"It was Murphy who asked you to bail us?" Daisy closed her hair with a little messy one. "You said something!"

Robert ignored them and went to the parking lot and opened the door of a business car. Grace inside waved to the few people, "Hello."

"Grace!"

As the leader of the discussion group, Daisy knew Murphy, the agent in charge of public relations. She had dealt several times and was the first to get into the car and said, "Did you provide us with bail?"

"No." After several fans got on the car, Grace said again, "It was the lawyer Murphy was looking for. After he heard about it, he asked someone to find a lawyer as soon as possible."

"Sorry." Daisy sighed, "We've got him trouble."

Grace just received a call from Bill Roses and continued, "Daisy, the scene of you beating someone is photographed and may be stabbed into the media."

"We did it ourselves!" Daisy said immediately, "I will be responsible!"

"You are Murphy's fans..." Grace smiled and shook his head, "They were fighting again who attacked Murphy, and the media will definitely contact Murphy."

Daisy was anxious, "What should we do? I'll ask the reporter to explain this..."

"No," said Grace, "It's enough for you to continue to support Murphy. Murphy will handle the troubles that come later."

Daisy nodded slightly, and Justin's three people were full of excitement. The director he liked was so protective of himself and others. The support from the past was completely worth it.

In the future, more people will be called on to support Murphy! This is their true thought from the bottom of their hearts.

The commercial car started and drove towards downtown Los Angeles. Daisy lowered her head all the way. She had always been a smart girl. Thinking that these people were fighting a Catholic believer, she guessed that it might cause some trouble to Murphy, and that religious forces were quite difficult.

What if those people really use this as an excuse to attack Murphy? Daisy swears secretly that she will never let those hateful guys go!
Chapter completed!