Chapter 646? The Knowledge of Picking People

"It really is a fantasy lawyer team..."

Song Ya, who lives in New York, also learned of the existence of this tape later. From a public relations perspective, it is a very beautiful move. First, conceal the existence of the tape, but first use words to kill Detective Foreman, and then After it was released through the media and ignited the racial sentiments of the media and blacks, it calmly applied to the court to use the tape as evidence, which caught the prosecution by surprise. "Now any testimony of the white police officer is not credible."

He said, "I heard that Simpson's legal team obtained the tape through a high reward. It's really unlucky for Foreman to have such a scheming friend by his side."

"Don't worry about sympathizing with white people. Those Los Angeles police officers count one by one. They are not good things."

Linda complained, "Do we need to have Hamlin issue a statement condemning Foreman?"

"My crisis publicist Eli suggested that I wait until the truth of the matter is clarified. This Simpson case is really better than any movie or TV show. There are twists and turns. Who knows if it will reverse again in two days." Song Ya shook her head.

"Chicago's black district seems to echo the signs of the riots in Los Angeles." Linda reminded.

"I can't get involved in similar incidents every time. Let's just stay in New York and concentrate on preparing for the wedding. The Simpson case is too hot, and it is far more complicated than the Rodney King case in 1992. No one will pay attention to whom to support this time." and who hasn't."

Song Yaxin said it's none of my business, as long as it doesn't affect Chinatown, of course this kind of psychological activity can't be heard by Linda.

Speaking of which, I still have an audio tape of Motura uttering the word 'Negro Fat Boy' in my hand. If the last rebellion didn't go so smoothly, I will release the tape like the Simpson lawyers, and maybe I can Cause the same dramatic effect as the Simpson case?

Alas, a good fighter has no great achievements, so it's a pity that such a proud move was buried...

"Honey, are you done with today's tasks?"

Mariah Carey noticed that he was not working, and immediately came to remind him, "Have you read the wine list?"

"All good, all good."

In order to be lazy, Song Ya picked something nice and said, "Your taste in wine selection is much higher than mine."

"Um."

Satisfied, she turned her head to meet the people from the airline company. In order to invite European designer friends and some fashion celebrities to the scene,

She intends to book a charter flight for that time.

"There's really no way."

Song Ya is numb now, "If this kind of money-burning wedding comes a few more times, who can bear it?"

"How many more times?" Linda asked with a question mark on her face.

"Let me just say..."

"Go see someone if you have nothing to do, your black film project, Elvis Mitchell has been waiting for a long time." Linda said.

"All right."

Song Ya went with her to meet the visiting Elvis Mitchell, a well-known black film critic. This kind of person is usually involved in the screenwriting industry, but famous film critics rarely write good scripts, just like gourmets do not necessarily Just like a chef.

However, because it was a project, Yeremov found a script written by this person in the Hollywood script library in his early years, with all-black characters and realistic themes, involving issues of race and equal rights between men and women, which was more in line with Song Ya's requirements.

"Hello, Elvis, sorry to keep you waiting, I'm a little bit overwhelmed by the pussy, we met at the premiere of Interview with the Vampire, right?"

Song Ya generously went to the reception room to shake hands with the other party, "Please sit down."

"Yes, you impressed me aps."

Film critics these days are more than one, especially Elvis Mitchell as one of the few black film critics. Yeremov originally wanted to spend some money to buy this worthless script, but this guy learned that The identity of the buyer suddenly became hypocritical, "I heard that you fell in love with my early script?"

"Yes, Yeremov liked that story very much." Song Ya replied, "The name of the script seems to be 'How do I stop this', right?"

"Haha, yes, I had other considerations about the name later, but it's been in the script library for a long time, and I don't bother to change it."

Elvis Mitchell was very proud, "This is a new version, I made some changes."

"I will read it carefully." Song Ya smiled and took it, "But I may not pay too much for your script."

"I know, I heard Yeremov say that the project budget is only a few hundred thousand dollars?"

"Yes, it's a small cost item."

"I understand that my script does not require any big scenes, and it is also suitable for newcomers to perform. I changed the character of the male lead to..."

Elvis Mitchell is very satisfied that the old script can be cast for filming, and has no entanglement with the transfer fee, "I only have one request, and I will continue to be in charge of the movie script, at least if I am one of the screenwriters, I can't even finish the film." It deviates too far from the core of the script, is this small request okay?"

He started nagging about the content of the script, and Song Ya dealt with it for a while, seeing that the other party didn't stop talking, and quietly hinted to Linda.

"You have someone to see tonight, boss."

Linda interjected with a smile, "It's almost time."

"Sorry, Elvis." Song Ya stood up, "Let's talk about it after my wedding is over, recently..." He pouted towards the completed wedding building outside, "Will you come?"

"certainly."

Elvis Mitchell shook hands with him, "By the way, aps, you also know the latest progress of the Simpson case?"

"Yes, I just found out." Song Ya nodded.

"Have you planned to join the denunciation of that Foreman? In Chicago?"

Elvis Mitchell asked again.

"Uh, not yet, you know, my wedding..."

"You should join, we..." Elvis Mitchell started talking again.

After finally perfunctory him, "Are all these film critics so annoying? Doesn't he know that I don't depend on them for food?"

Looking at his back, Song Ya complained to Linda.

"I don't need to dance out of my life, but the cat and mouse game project may need it. It is a commercial film, but it is also a drama." Linda reminded, "People like Elvis Mitchell can still affect the box office, especially The momentum before the awarding of various awards would not be possible without them."

"I know, as long as this guy is not too much, I don't mind pleasing them as a group."

Song Ya also knows that the film critic industry is an important public relations target for award-winning films, and he didn't expect to make money from this small project. It's not right to say that. He also learned from Amblin Entertainment and Hollywood Pictures to package part of his investment in the cat and mouse game project. A financial product is sold externally.

This small project is also included in the financial product, which is packaged together with the cat and mouse game, so that it is easier to make losses and kill those external investors.

Of course, he didn't dare to go too far like those senior film companies.

In short...it is also a matter of knowledge to pick out which pitfalls. He is still unable to grasp it too accurately, and Yeremov can't do it either.

"Honey..." Mariah Carey urged again, "You'll be lazy when I walk away for a while!"

"I'm coming!"

Song Ya dragged her legs helplessly and walked over.

"It is a very deep knowledge to choose who to give psychological pressure to."

In Chicago, FBI agent Carl Letterman was sitting in the car, and his female partner quietly observed Sean who was on duty on the street. Anger, likes to gamble, likes to have fun... This is a perfect breakthrough."

"Check him..." Before the new head of the stormtrooper could finish his sentence, Sean dragged him into the alley and beat him violently.

"Hey! Sean, stop!" The leader quickly stopped.

"Don't be nervous, we've been doing this all the time." The other two old teammates chewed gum and looked at it with a smile, not taking it seriously at all, "You will be regarded as a bitch by these ngers, and they won't be afraid of a charge captain who doesn't have dignity .”

Although the leader is a newcomer, he has rich experience in law enforcement and interpersonal relationships. Knowing that he can't control it, he let Sean beat him up, but the more Sean beat him, the more crazy he became. He was about to be beaten to the ground, and he was still kicking the opponent violently in the abdomen, so he rushed to him and pulled him away.

"Sean, what's the matter with you today?" the teammate asked.

"It's okay, I'm in a bad mood." Sean replied nonchalantly, "ho! I feel much better now."

"Don't take pictures, it may be exposed." Carl Letterman stopped the female partner who picked up the camera.

"These are all his criminal evidence." The female partner was puzzled.

"We're going to catch big fish." Carl Letterman said. "This guy will bring us big fish, I have a hunch. Wait, look..." He suddenly found half a face behind the corner across the street, "Is that Vic McGee?"

Vic didn't notice that there were two FBIs in the car on the street, he just stared at Sean with no expression on his face.

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