Four Hundred and Three - Like an Old Jewish Man with a Red Neck

Tonight, the Greenberg Manor was full of noise. It was very different from the quiet environment in the past. Media reporters and tabloid paparazzi had extremely sensitive senses of smell and had set up long guns and cannons outside the manor door early.

The sun had just reached the west, and starting at five o'clock in the evening, cars began to arrive one after another. Identifying the type of people coming was a basic skill for this group of paparazzi reporters. Generally, those who come by car are mostly celebrities, while those who come by car in a relatively low-key manner are mostly behind-the-scenes staff and senior executives of production companies.

"Is it Will Smith?"

A classic red Ferrari stopped at the entrance of the manor. The black celebrity in the car obviously didn't want to be photographed, and the convertible was not raised all the way. In the fierce flash of lights, after showing the invitation to the security personnel, the sports car drove into the gate of the manor with a roar.

"Weird, haven't you heard the news about this hot black star's close relationship with Wayne Greenberg?" A young cameraman put down his camera and looked at his colleagues next to him with confusion. "Ross, didn't you say that this gathering was only a small one and only people who are close to Wayne Greenberg came back to attend? Now that Will Smith is here, is the news we got wrong?"

The other cameraman shook his head and explained absentmindedly to the young people next to him while adjusting the machine he had just set up. "You can't go wrong, Ed, this is just a small-scale gathering, but the gold content is too high."

As an old reporter who has been in the industry for some years, he knows very well that the appearance of Will Smith is just the beginning, and there will definitely be more heavyweight figures behind him.

They are different from the reporters and paparazzi around them because they are from the authoritative media "Los Angeles Times". Thanks to the newspaper's good relationship with Warner Bros., they have always had no shortage of news channels.

"Ed, don't look at this black movie star who is so red." Ross adjusted the machine and glanced at the watch on his wrist. He found that it was still relatively early and no other celebrities had arrived yet, so he simply gave it to the people around him. The intern explained.

"Have you forgotten "Get Out" in 1992? At first, this black Ming was just a singer. He only became popular because of his participation in Wayne Greenberg's project and a movie. Wei. Al Smith acts high-profile because he is a star who needs to maintain his exposure, while Wayne Greenberg usually keeps a low profile, so the relationship between the two has been ignored."

"I remembered!"

The young man tilted his head and looked inside the gate of the manor. Unfortunately, all his eyes were blocked by a huge garden. "There was an African-American woman in the car just now, most likely Will Smith's wife. It seems like this was a party similar to a family gathering."

The large number of paparazzi reporters outside the door had exactly the same feeling as Ross at this moment. The privacy of this group of manors was so good that everyone wanted to know what was going on inside the manor, but no fool was willing to take risks and sneak in in strange ways. Go in.

Sometimes, these bold paparazzi will indeed adopt some methods that are on the edge of the law, such as finding ways to sneak in or sneak in. As long as they can take exclusive photos, all the risks are worth it, which means that they can get the following A U.S. knife measured in tens of thousands.

But it's different here. No one is willing to try and challenge the marksmanship of those obviously retired soldiers, because everyone knows that those retired soldiers will never shoot without warning.

Similar security personnel are eager to catch two mice so that they can exchange for some bonuses. As for trouble, don't talk about it. Although the directors of these manors are low-key, they are not afraid of trouble at all. There is nothing they can do about it. He is too rich.

"Today is really weird!?"

While all the reporters and paparazzi were whispering and recuperating to prepare for the upcoming guests, Ross from the Los Angeles Times muttered something in a low voice and reached out to poke the young man next to him with his elbow.

"This time it's Tom Cruise. When he shows the invitation to the security staff, take a few more photos. It's strange that the superstar is here. Even though they seem to live on the same street, I I can guarantee that these two people have almost no friendship, not to mention that "Mission: Impossible" is being beaten by Warner Bros.' "Tornado"! This is not a broad-minded person..."

Others also spotted the sports car, and some reporters who had been in the industry for a long time recognized the car immediately.

Then in a series of "click" and "click" sounds, the black sports car paused at the door, and then disappeared from people's sight again.

No matter what time it is, Tom Cruise will always be the focus of the camera chase. In just that short moment, he murdered countless submissions from reporters on the scene.

"Nicole Kidman was also in the car, and the other woman was Tom Cruise's agent Pat Kingsley!"

"Wow! It seems that tomorrow's entertainment media headlines will no longer be "Tornado"."

"Shit, it would be nice if I could go in and take a look..."

Tom Cruise's unexpected appearance caused a big discussion among reporters at the door. No one expected that he would appear here.

Because just yesterday, there were news reports that Tom Cruise was promoting the new film "Mission: Impossible" in New York. Who would have thought that one day later, he would appear in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles.

However, these people were not given much time to discuss. Within five minutes, a low-key black Bentley car drove slowly. After pausing at the door, it disappeared into the garden just like the cars of the two big stars in front. among.

Gu: "Ross, whose car belongs to this car?" Ed only pressed the shutter twice symbolically, because whoever was sitting in the car did not show up at all.

"That car belongs to Steven Spielberg, and it can only be the boss of DreamWorks. I heard that both are Jewish, and Steven and Wayne have always maintained a good relationship."

Ross shook his head. Such big shots behind the scenes didn't need exposure, so unless there were no accidents, it was impossible to take photos of them.

This is like a rule, and it is vividly reflected in the guests who arrive later. Actors and stars such as Christian Bale, Liam Neeson, Gary Oldman, Ralph Fiennes and others appeared in a relatively high-profile manner, and some even cooperated with reporters to take photos.

Other commercial cars are different. Some people can guess who they are, while others can't. But what is certain is that these people who are unwilling to show up under the flashlight all have quite high status in the industry.

"fxxk! This is a guest too?!"

"Is this car going the wrong way?"

"Pica!?"

Different from the roar of a sports car, a large pickup truck, obviously used for hauling goods, drove firmly towards the entrance of the manor amid countless surprised and puzzled eyes.

So far tonight, all the cars that have entered this group of estates, whether they are low-key business office types or high-profile sports car series, can be regarded as a cloud of luxury cars. Only the pickup truck that appears now looks so different. .

Without looking too closely, you can find that this car has obvious signs of use, and it must have been driven a long distance.

Different from the previous guests, when the window of the large pickup truck opened, what appeared was an old Jewish man with a big pipe in his mouth. Not only did this old man not look like a businessman or politician with a high social status, but he looked like a common person on a Texas farm. red neck!

What shocked people was still behind. The old man holding a pipe in his mouth had no intention of showing the invitation. He raised his finger to one of the security personnel and said something.

I saw the security officer communicating with the manor through the intercom, and then the pickup truck drove in with a clang.

"Damn it, Ed, delete the photo you just took!" Ross suddenly remembered something, turned his head and looked at the intern without hesitation, and said to him in a commanding tone.

Ed looked questioning. "What?"

"Photos, if you don't want to cause us any trouble, delete them as soon as possible." At this point, Ross suddenly laughed, shook his head and waved his hands. "Forget it, I guess the newspaper office won't leave if you take it back."

Employees in the entertainment section of the Los Angeles Times all know that their boss, Ms. Grant, has a special relationship with Wayne Greenberg, so they can always get some exclusive news, either movie previews or Warner Bros. Some action.

Of course Ross knew very well that if he guessed correctly, the old Jewish man who looked like a Texas redneck was Wayne Greenberg's father, so there was a high probability that these photos could not be published.

"coming……"

Less than two minutes later, the housekeeper of the manor led several security guards and maids and walked out with many cups of coffee in their hands. The paparazzi reporters present were all directors. While politely accepting the coffee, they also said that they would delete the post just now. Some photos taken.

As for whether someone is playing tricks, no one knows. There is a high probability that even if the photos are taken back, the newspaper office behind them will not go out randomly.

No one wants to arouse the hostility of the crazy young boss over two photos that are not known to be popular. Even the gossip tabloids, which usually want someone to sue them, are not willing to provoke such a super rich man.

The cars that appeared and entered the manor tonight were not many, but the amount was surprising. If you look carefully, you can find that the people who came have either maintained a long-term cooperative relationship with Wayne, or have worked together before or There are connections, and no outsider looking for connections has entered the manor.

Everything that was supposed to come had almost arrived. Just when Ross was about to pack up his equipment and go back to write a press release early, Ed beside him patted him on the shoulder, and a stumbling sound also sounded at the same time.

"It's the boss! She's not here to cause trouble, is she! Rose, tell me, should we find a way to sneak in with the boss!"

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