Chapter 67 Winning and Threats

"I'll make a call back." Ben's complexion changed slightly, and he got up and walked to the study.

"Julianna, this is Ben..." Ben dialed the familiar number.

"Ben, how are you doing recently?" Juliana's light laughter came.

"Fine, what's up?" Ben said.

"I saw the newspaper."

"So what?"

"Maybe, you have other plans? If it's what I guessed, I hope you won't forget the happy time in Morgan."

"Boss is in good health, thank you for your concern." Ben frowned, he could understand the meaning of the other party.

"Ben, people always have to think more about themselves." Juliana continued.

"I'm fine, that's all." Ben said before hanging up.

"Wait..." Julianna breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't hear the disconnection sound, "Ben, anyone can guess Li's situation, don't deceive yourself, if...

I mean if, Morgan can pay you the best, trust me. "

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After hanging up the phone, Ben turned and stood in front of the window looking at the rising morning sun. The ever-changing expression on his face was enough to show how restless he was.

A pair of arms passed under the armpit to soothe his restless body and mind. Joanna put her face on Ben's back and whispered, "I love you, honey."

"I love you too, Joanna." Ben responded affectionately.

"Life is very peaceful now. I like this kind of life. I think he (she) will like it too." Joanna let go of her arms, and gently pressed her belly with her palms, her face was shining like a mother.

"...Honey, you, are you pregnant?" Ben asked in surprise.

When he saw Qiao Naan nodding and snickering, a burst of ecstasy welled up in his heart. Benzhen wanted to hug his wife in his arms, but he withdrew his hands the moment he touched her, for fear that something bad would happen to him because of his recklessness. , dancing with excitement, not knowing what to do.

"You're going to be a father, honey, hehe..." Qiao Naan pursed her lips and chuckled.

"Dad, I'm going to be a dad, I'm going to be a dad, haha..." Laughter and joy swept away the worries in my heart.

After Joanna's sleepy afternoon nap, Ben calmed down a little, lying on the bed and looking at his wife who was sleeping soundly beside him, his heart was filled with soft love and pride.

"Boss, you must survive!" Ben said silently in his heart.

The fleeting 'greed' deep in his heart was smashed into slag, and he knew that once something happened to Li Zitao, he who controlled all the properties would fall into the target of public criticism.

At that time, even if he doesn't want to, he will be involuntarily plunged into the whirlpool. Whether it's his own people or those prying eyes, they will stare at his every move.

All sides are drawn together, threats follow, and the stable and peaceful life will be broken.

If some thoughts flashed through Li Zitao's mind when he was first shot, then now he only begged Li Zitao to get out of danger and return safely.

The golden sun covered the ground, and a busy day in Hollywood began again. Bergman, who was in charge of selecting the design proposals for the Star Theater, was haggard and sat on a chair absent-mindedly.

"Miss Bergman, these are the three plans that were finally selected. We all agree that No. 3 plan is better...Bergman." Aimo pushed God's Bergman away.

"Ah?" Blinking blankly, Bergman remembered that he was in a meeting.

Looking down at the three designs in his hand, Bergman forced himself to focus on his eyes, "hold it for me."

After handing the three blueprints to other people to pick them up, Bergman stepped back and looked at them carefully, nodded after a while and said, "It seems that we have made the same choice, plan No. 3."

"Okay, let someone contact the other party now, the workers will arrive tomorrow, and I hope to hear the roar of the machine." Aymo ordered decisively.

The heads of various departments of the chamber of commerce and the foundation dispersed, and Bergman's expression returned to gloomy and gloomy, lying on the table weakly.

"Aymo, I want to go to Chicago." Bergman murmured.

"Bergman, there are many people around BOSS who are taking care of him. I think what he needs most now is a decision-maker who can help him continue to implement various plans.

Instead of standing by his side, washing and delivering food, caring, crying and acting like a spoiled woman. "

"I know, but I'm worried...I miss him very much." Bergman glanced at Aimo sadly, "This woman doesn't look like a woman at all. '

"I think the boss misses you too." Ai Mo said indifferently.

"Huh..." Facing that expressionless face, Bergman felt that it would be better not to listen to her 'comfort': "Let's go, let's go see the Avenue of Stars."

The Avenue of Stars is in the planning and measurement stage. Tomorrow, 4,000 workers will be dispatched to Hollywood to be responsible for the construction of the Star Theater and the Avenue of Stars.

"Ha, isn't this Miss Ingrid Bergman? Judging by your expression, are you going to the funeral?" As soon as Bergman walked out the door, he heard Meyer's harsh ridicule.

"Mr. Meyer, your mouth is like shit pulled by a stray wild dog. Please stay away from me. Although I like puppies, I also hate shit."

Bergman used to be a good baby who was taciturn, so shy that he liked to "talk" to the phantom characters in his mind.

But since he went through the "crazy graduation trip" in Chicago and made up his mind to come to Hollywood, that good baby has erected a solid wall in his heart.

Now, this wall of walls is still entwined with thorny thorns.

"You..." Louise stared at her with an ugly expression, while Bergman also stared back without showing any weakness, "What are you looking at, you stinky piece of shit."

This fat, ugly, arrogant and disrespectful old man dared to curse her lover. Thinking of the thorns on Bergman's spiritual wall here, it seemed as if he was about to escape from the cage, entangled to form a cell, and strangled him to death. Among the thorns.

"Fangtooth Bichi, don't think that you can do whatever you want in Hollywood with a yellow pig. I am the master here. One day, I will let you cry and beg me."

Meyer closed the car door with a sneer, and glanced up and down at Bergman's perfect body. The obscene light bloomed in his eyes, and he walked away with an evil smile.

"Go to hell, fat pig!" Bergman waved his fist angrily at the leaving car.

"Bergman, you are wasting your energy. The best way to attack the enemy is to take away his favorite things, and watch him kneel in front of him, weeping and begging..."

Turning his head to look at Aimo with an indifferent expression, Bergman suddenly felt a chill from her body, 'It must be a terrible thing to offend such a woman. '

I was trying to figure out all kinds of "cold-blooded past" that might have happened to Aimo, and when I looked up, Bergman found that she was gathering the people around her.

"What is she doing?" Bergman leaned forward curiously.

"Anyone who is willing to leave his or her name as a witness will receive $200 in cash." Aymo held the notebook in one hand, and took out thousands of dollars in cash from his bag with the other hand.

"I am willing." A man dressed in shabby clothes who used to be able to run around only raised his hand and squeezed to Aymo's side.

"Then write as I say, and I swear in the name of God, that what I say...Mr. Louis Meyer publicly insults...

A strong racist statement like 'a yellow pig'...

What I have said above is true, I have seen it with my own eyes, I have heard it with my own ears...

The address of the incident is at...the time of the incident is...signed and affixed..."

Seeing Aimo calmly put the transcripts and certificates back into the bag, Bergman hid back with some fear, and couldn't help shivering.

When Aimo came to the Hollywood Police Station, paid a donation of 2,000 dollars, and got a "record certificate" from the traffic police on duty, Bergman suddenly wanted to observe a 3-second silence for Meyer.

"These can only get him into trouble, it's not enough." After coming out of the police station, Aymo said to her with a smile: "It's up to you, Miss Bergman."

"???" Who am I, where am I, what am I going to do? ?

The car stopped at the entrance of Rufus Hotel, and Bergman looked along Aimo's fingers, just in time to see Mr. Robin Hood sitting by the window and drinking.

"What do I need to do?" Bergman didn't think she wanted to seduce Robin Hood herself, unless she wanted to lose the job now.

"Douglas Fairbanks, the uncrowned king of contemporary Hollywood actors, with his connections in every major company,

And he is very popular in the actor's guild, everyone in front of and behind the stage respects him, and in the eyes of the audience, he is even a handsome Hollywood superstar with great influence. "

"I know what you said, what's next?" Bergman blinked.

"You want to talk about his relationship with Louis?" Aymo smiled mysteriously.

"Of course, everyone knows that Fairbanks is inseparable from that damned old man, and Mayer won the chairman of his academy for him...although he is very prestigious."

"Perhaps you forgot to mention the woman that Douglas Jr. fell in love with."

"You mean Joan Crawford?" The news had spread throughout Hollywood, and everyone knew that Douglas Jr. had a falling out with his father because of her, and ran away with her.

"Do you want to hear why Douglas firmly opposes it?" Aimo's weird expression made Bergman a little bit behind the scenes.

"Joan Crawford has something to do with that dead fat pig?" Bergman asked with bright eyes.

"She is a frequent visitor to Mayer's office. Of course, she likes to lie on the desk every time, or kneel in front of the chair?" Aymo said with a frivolous brow.

"Aymo..." Bergman didn't know what to say.

"And the relationship between the two of them had cracks before, and thanks to BOSS, now is the best time to fight for him."

Aymo's voice was sonorous and powerful, and he stared at Douglas across the car window with bright eyes, as if he was about to hold him in the palm of his hand in the next second.

After experiencing contempt, helplessness, ridicule and isolation, Aymo made up his mind when he stepped out of the royal legal team that everyone yearned for and represented the honor.

"No matter who is willing to give me a chance, I will dedicate all I have learned in my life to him, and do my best to help him, no matter what means."