Chapter 1030 I Have My Own Evidence for My Use

Start filming again, start again, and continue to start again. When old Larry announced that this was over, it was almost dark outside.

The group performers evacuated after get off work. They were all young men and women, and there were many non-professional actors. The studio was chaotic for a while.

"coat……"

Rashida Jones tried to take off the school uniform jacket and return it to the crew, but the neckline of the inner dress was torn again by Alicia Silverstone.

"No, let's keep it as a souvenir."

Song Yachong beckoned to the dressmaker, "Help her deal with it."

"Let me take a look." The female dressmaker came over and took a look, and asked, "Would you like to change one with me?"

"No." Rashida Jones didn't want to wear the crew's clothes. She knew the set, and the clothes hangers on the backstage events of teen comedies were basically cheap.

"Then I'll sew it for you, wait a minute."

"No, no need, I won't be able to wear this one in the future, just help me deal with it today."

Seeing that APLUS had already greeted the crew and creators all the way to the dedicated passage deep in the studio, she felt very anxious, "The sooner the better."

"OK, we just need two paper clips."

The dressmaker was very professional, took out two paper clips, and began to fix her neckline on the spot, biting one of them, pinning the other on Rashida's neckline first, and then doing the same.

The door of the special passage over there has been opened by the bodyguards, and Rashida saw a familiar figure, African-American Dali Cochrane, who hugged and shook hands with APLUS affectionately. Next to it is a beautiful and capable white professional woman, and the black lawyers of Cochrane Law Firm.

At the age of 20, APLUS was infinitely attractive to her, good-looking, wealthy, extremely talented and charismatic, and so well-known.

I feel that there is no one else in my ideal mate. Even Tiger Woods, who has recently become famous and has a better image, is far inferior. That golfer does not have the arrogance and power of APLUS.

Although she spent most of the time today quietly huddling in the booth of the restaurant, basically not pointing fingers, but knowing the bottom line of the entertainment industry, I know that he is the king of the entire crew, the director is obedient to him, and the other The same is true for people, no matter what they do, they will turn their attention to him, and there will be no uninterested people to provoke him. Whatever he wants, no, someone will help him get it done without any further words.

According to legend, Alicia Silverstone, who was difficult to deal with on the set, is as obedient as a kitten today. After fighting with herself, she still acted honestly, but left angrily immediately after the filming ended.

That's it, this kind of sense of power that surrounds him, faint but seemingly everywhere, and doesn't even need to be specially displayed, even Oprah would bow his head and admit his mistake.

The man who was chatting and laughing with Cochrane was like a bottle of deadly poison that must be tasted once in a lifetime.

"Am I too unreserved today?" She thought to herself.

"Okay, look! Isn't it good?" The dressmaker's craftsmanship is very good, and the neckline has been repaired with two paper clips. It is not visible from the outside, but there is an extra wrinkle.

"Thanks."

She squeezed a smile at the other party, and immediately followed quickly.

"Feel sorry,

Miss. "But being ruthlessly blocked by the bodyguards, he could only see the tall figure of APLUS.

'Things are getting better...after the election...the struggle has entered a new phase...the CBS weather anchor just voluntarily resigned...'

She heard Cochran's words intermittently, 10 million, 10 million a year to initiate a lawsuit against one of the three major wireless TV networks. Nger is the only one who has the courage to do so now, and even MJ, who Cochran represented And Simpson can't do it, and it seems to make CBS very embarrassed.

She had done her homework before coming here. It was rumored that Cochran had bribed the ex-wife of the CBS weather anchor and obtained some strong evidence, but she did not expect that CBS would choose to abandon the car so soon to save the handsome man.

"Uncle Cochrane."

When their conversation came to an end, he immediately yelled sweetly. The family background he was always proud of was indeed not enough in front of APLUS, but it was still useful. He had known Cochrane in social situations before, although the other party seemed to agree with him. My father with a big mouth has a normal relationship.

"Rashida?" Cochran looked over and recognized himself, "You came with Quincy?"

"No, I'm playing in Florida, by the way... Hey! APLUS, I'm here, hehe..."

What the hell am I doing here? It's embarrassing how I said that just now.

She felt her face was burning.

"oh."

Aplus turned around, but waved at Mira, "Mira, where's Taraji? Forget it, don't call her, you take Rashida to the bar for fun? Eat something, I have something to do."

What the hell is asking my ex-ex-girlfriend to entertain me? Really annoying, are you really not interested in others?

She was immediately frustrated, but she had to seize the last chance, because APLUS was about to leave with Cochrane, "I skipped class all the time." I don't believe you can still pretend to be stupid.

"Not today……"

APLUS scratched his head and replied: "Tomorrow, my friends from Miami just come to play, and there will be a party then."

"Okay, I'll be there."

Not too bad, she chose to accept, "Then see you tomorrow?"

APLUS didn't even look at him again, he only made an OK gesture, poked his head outside the door first, and then left with Cochrane surrounded by bodyguards.

"well!"

The door was closed, and she sighed plaintively.

"Let's go." Mira came over to invite.

"oh."

Following Mila and her assistant and Veronica Weber and Irina Pantayeva off the set, in the nanny van the two of them didn't talk at all, she just talked to Veronica Weber and Irina Pantayeva baby chat.

Then maybe because Mira didn't seem to have any deeper relationship with her, or maybe Mira's neutral dress and conversation lowered the alert level, after the four girls arrived at the bar, "Don't you live together?" She asked asked.

"No, he lives on the set, and the rest of the crew live in hotels."

Meera didn't say that Halle and Angelina Acker were still on set, or even Brittany Murphy's goofy girl occasionally.

"That's it."

Rashida felt more at ease, and followed Mira into the bar, and saw many familiar faces who had just met on the set, and they were all new arrivals.

"Is Jared Leto here?"

She saw Jared Leto's name on the small blackboard by the door, along with the repertoire.

Speaking of which, when my sister first dated 2PAC, she didn't want to lose the 'competition' between her sisters, and even planned to catch Jared Leto or Xiao Lizi.

"Yes, his crew for the real story of Arpu is in the studio next door."

Mira walked to the corner of the bar and removed the sign on the small table, "Sit down, order something to eat, don't be restrained."

"Xue Linfen?"

Rashida recognized Xue Linfen in the far corner, chatting with a gay man in Gay.

"She is the queen of the true story of Apu."

Veronica Webb said, "Always here."

"Queen?"

"It's just a metaphor, producer." Veronica Weber waved her hand and called the waiter to order wine and light meals.

Xue Linfen also noticed this side at this time, and she and Mira nodded to each other from a distance, as a greeting.

Big belly again? But it seems that the relationship with Mira is okay?

Rashida could hardly figure out the relationship between these women.

At this time, the mobile phone in the bag rang, "Sorry." She took it out, saw that it was Dad's number again, and subconsciously hung up the missed call, but she still answered it after thinking about it, "Daddy ..."

"It's hard to send you to Harvard, and you play missing classes for me?"

Immediately there came Quincy Jones' stern questioning.

"Just to go out and relax." She replied.

"Don't play tricks, Rashida, I know where you are!"

"Take care of me, old man!"

The father and daughter were not congenial, so she died in a fit of anger.

"It's really annoying!"

Quincy Jones had no choice but to face the beeping busy tone of the mobile phone, and instead urged the driver, "Hurry up, how long will it take to get to the football stunner's set?"

"It's already here." The driver rolled down the window, asked the people in the parking lot to watch the hall, and then replied, "Uh, but it seems that some kind of pass is needed."

"I'm Quincy Jones! Tell APLUS I want to see him!"

"Sorry, no entry without a pass, Mr. Jones, I really can't help it."

The black security guard looked into the car, recognized him, and replied respectfully.

Quincy Jones called Hayden again, and then made a round of calls after being informed by the other party, before APLUS's bodyguard ran over to put the car in.

"Why are you here?" Aplus asked while sitting on the sofa.

This kid disrespected himself as always, "Cochran, you're here too." Ignored for the time being, Quincy Jones and Cochran said hello, and strode unceremoniously to push away the studio lounge and transform it into There was a door in the suite, but no one was inside, and the baby girl was not caught.

"Hey! What are you doing old man!?" APLUS immediately cursed.

In the shower room, there was the sound of water, and it was pushed away. Behind the frosted glass, a woman screamed immediately, but the skin color could be vaguely recognized, and it was definitely not her daughter's wheat color.

"The boss invites you out." Two bodyguards rushed in to hold his arms.

"I'll go by myself."

The lounge was not a big place, so he felt more at ease. After being thrown out of the door unceremoniously, he rushed to the next few doors. The doors that could be opened were pushed open, and the ones that could not were pressed to listen to the sound.

"Where is Rashida?" Fortunately, there was no gain, so he went back to question.

"Let him in."

Both Song Ya and Cochrane were amused by the old man's nervousness, and motioned to Old Mike to let him in again, "I played on my set in the afternoon, but I don't know where I went now." He didn't know What the hell happened to the father and daughter, but it's always good to provide cover for Rashida.

"Leave her alone, you pervert!" Quincy Jones warned.

Song Yaxin said that if it weren't for the girl who looks like you vaguely, I wouldn't be too reluctant to deal with a girl who jumped at me so proactively, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in her."

"Little Nger."

Drenched in sweat, Quincy Jones sat beside Cochran panting, "Why are you here?"

Cochran didn't bother to pay attention to him, and pointed to the TV. When representing MJ's case, the two had a verbal fight in the air, and they didn't have a few good words for each other.

‘The Los Angeles police spokesman stated that it is completely legal to detain the driver suspected of intentionally causing a car accident, and the prosecution has already obtained strong evidence...’

The latest developments in the car accident were being discussed on the TV.

"Hehe, what else do you have besides the 60,000 dollars? Don't think I don't know that you are abusing your relationship with Los Angeles judicial politicians APLUS, Cochran, you shouldn't be messing around with this kid."

Quincy Jones sneered.

"If it's okay, you can get out." Song Ya didn't like to hear it, so she issued an order to evict the guest.

"White people, those white people will not be happy to see you make such a fuss. They set a ceiling for us, ceiling, understand? Don't think that you can do whatever you want with just two money and two media outlets, and don't think you have done nothing wrong Those white guys won't be ganging up on you if you don't."

Quincy Jones walked to the bar and poured himself a drink, "If they really want to kill you, they will never leave such stupid evidence, and the whole thing will be reversed soon. Turn to Cochrane, and then you'll be in trouble."

Both Song Ya and Cochrane laughed.

"I've been messing around for decades. I know the virtues of those white people in Motura. Don't take my advice as a deaf ear."

This kid really didn't seem to have done anything to his precious daughter. Quincy Jones was in a much better mood, but he still had to show his old credentials. He thought he was sincerely doing his best for the other party, "Maybe I'm not so pleasant to say, but you need to hear Some different voice boys, some lawyers are eager to encourage you to file a lawsuit for the sake of money, the more the better, the lawsuit with CBS should not be filed."

"You're always such a nuisance, Quincy."

Cochrane who was hinted smiled wryly, "APLUS is different. He is already standing in front of the ceiling. He only needs one last kick to stand taller than BET boss Johnson."

"And then die."

Quincy Jones said, "The Los Angeles police won't be able to hold the driver's new evidence at that time. Let's see how you end up! Bear with it, let it go, everything will pass soon."

"You won't be grateful if you let it go, and I'm afraid there will be more people who take the opportunity to step on it." Sloan said after taking a shower and getting dressed.

"So how are you going to deal with the driver's case?" Quincy Jones asked.

"Are you here to help some people spy on information, old thing?" Song Ya scolded impatiently: "To be honest, we don't know each other well, if it wasn't for the fact that Rashida provided information about the 2PAC song, You can't even get through this door..."

"Little bastard! No respect for seniors!"

"That also requires someone to be respected."

"Stop arguing." Sloan stopped the quarrel between the two and switched to a local channel in Los Angeles.

‘The driver had joined a gang in the South District of Los Angeles in his early years, and this station interviewed one of his former gang accomplices. '

The reporter broadcast it, and then the picture was shown to a black man whose face was blurred. He said: "That guy has always wanted to be a big ticket. Back then, he always said that if I want to get rich, I will do earth-shattering events, the kind that can be on the news." . So I wasn't surprised when I saw him on the news. '

’ That’s what a lot of gangsters like to say. ’ The reporter questioned, ‘But it may not be true. '

'He's different, he's serious, I can feel it. '

Sloan changed another station, and after the election, the exposure rate of this kind of news increased, "Suspect, the driver's early criminal records include intentional injury and participation in organized crime activities..."

This TV station interviewed the retired police officer who handled the driver's case, "I have an impression of him, he is the standard street rogue who takes the prison as his home..."

'His lawyer said he had changed his mind. '

‘That’s not normal, is it? I think he actually got a promotion, a promotion, you know what I mean? Some gangsters will be hidden by the organization like spies. They seem to live an ordinary life, but in fact they need to do more important things for the organization secretly, spying on police intelligence, or being a killer. ’ replied the retired police officer.

'That driver had a bad record in his early years...'

‘A happy family life just in disguise? '

'Suspicious behavior...'

‘It cannot be explained that the driver who has worked around Beverly Hills for many years drove the wrong way strangely on the day of the incident. '

'The residents of Beverly Hills are very concerned about this vicious case. The trucking company where the driver works and the party service company that hired him are doing poorly...'

Sloan changed a few more channels, much the same. After the Los Angeles police arrested the driver for the second time, the media, large and small, had no doubts about the authenticity of the case itself, and instead began to dig out the driver's past and criminal motives. At that time, it seemed that they had become Sherlock Holmes one after another.

"Because it is generally believed that the police have arrested the suspect again so quickly, they must have sufficient evidence, and the media does not want to be the one who is slow to learn, digging up the news faster than the police to deserve the ratings."

Sloan put down the remote control, "Although some big media remained silent, the ratings drove small stations and tabloids to actively seek evidence and the rationale for our arrest."

"Do you understand media studies? Quincy." Song Ya asked the old man who was getting more and more ugly.

"Little Nger..." Quincy Jones was furious impotently.

"Hehe, as long as I can win, or look like I can win, then I don't need to worry about many things, because at this time, I have my own evidence to use."

Song Ya with a smile picked up the glass, "Your daughter should be in a nearby bar, so don't give it away."

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