Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 187 Things are getting interesting (Part 2)
Tommy gently embraced Otilia, who was lying on the big bed in his bedroom, and said, "Are there really so many people in the world who need your help? To the point that you forgot that there is a man in California who is also anxiously waiting for you?"
Otilia tilted her head slightly towards Tommy's chin to make herself more comfortable, then she said lazily, "Of course not, Tommy, how could I bear to forget you."
"It's hard to say. What if you meet a handsome but poor man overseas and he is grateful to you for your help and changes his fate with your help, becoming more outstanding and dazzling, just like you gave me that box of books and that's how I am today. If that man stands up and says, Otilia, do you want to go see the world with me? Then maybe you will forget that I am still anxiously waiting in California."
"Haha~" Ottilia laughed happily. She turned around, lay on Tommy and asked with a smile: "So, if a man really showed interest in me, what would you do?"
"You don't need me to do anything, Ottilia, my dear. Let me put it this way, if any man looks at you for even a second overseas, your security team will teach him a lesson for me. Otherwise, why do you think Jim insisted on letting me bear the cost of your security myself? It's not a small amount of money to find a group of ruthless men and women to protect your beautiful wife." Tommy smiled and kissed Ottilia on the lips, then spoke.
Otilia bit Tommy's lips with dissatisfaction. "That's not the standard answer, Tommy. You should say that you will be even better in dealing with love and family, so good that there is no other man in the world who can make my heart beat faster."
"Don't worry, no one can love you more than me. If there is, the bodyguard will take action." Tommy said with a smile, and then kissed the other person's lips.
After a long while, Ottilia stood up from lying on Tommy. She looked down at her boyfriend and said, "By the way, my mom asked me to thank you. The last time she and my dad came to Los Angeles for a weekend trip, you helped them get an invitation to a movie premiere that was full of stars. They were able to watch a new movie for free and take photos with some of their favorite stars."
"Do I need to say thank you for this?" Tommy said.
"I mean~" Otilia looked at her boyfriend with her eyes rolling: "Did my mother remind you of something?"
Tommy looked to the side, avoiding Otilia's gaze, and said casually, "Of course. Mrs. Farrell reminded me not to go to the cinema and spend money to watch that movie because it was very boring. Your father reminded me that the heroine was not my type, so there was no need to waste money."
"Tommy~" Otilia patted Tommy's chest lightly with her hand and said angrily, "How does my father know what kind of woman you like? Don't make fun of him."
"Of course he knows, Ottilia, because the woman I like is his beloved daughter." Tommy said confidently, but he did not look at Ottilia and meet her gaze.
"I know they said other things to you, but you don't want to tell me now, right? Forget it, don't force yourself." When Ottilia saw Tommy avoiding her gaze, she sighed slightly and tried to roll off Tommy.
Tommy then put Otilia down with both hands and looked up at his naked girlfriend: " If you mean, they reminded me to propose to you, yes, they reminded me."
"So what?" Seeing that Tommy finally gave the answer she wanted, Ottilia pressed her body against Tommy again and asked happily.
Tommy stroked Ottilia 's long golden hair. "So, before I prepare a proposal gift, I won't reveal the specific date and any arrangements. Women like surprises, right?"
"I don't want to force you, Tommy, I just... hope you remember that you haven't done this to me yet, and I've been looking forward to it, especially after my mother called me and told me that she had reminded you of this." Ottilia raised her head slightly, looked at Tommy, and said guiltily: "I'm just worried that you've forgotten that we haven't officially gotten married yet."
Tommy looked back at Otilia seriously and said, "There will be a surprise waiting for you, Otilia. I promise. You know I won't lie to you."
"Okay, I'm going to reward you, Tommy~" After getting Tommy's promise, Ottilia straightened her upper body, put her hands on Tommy's chest, and said with a smile.
Tommy rolled his eyes and asked, "Do you mean to put on your high school teacher's uniform and play games with your classmate Tommy, Ms. Otilia Farrell?"
"If you like, Tommy, I'll ask Dorothy to help me prepare clothes." Ottilia heard Tommy's words and prepared to get out of the car to let Dorothy help her prepare clothes.
Seeing that Otilia was about to prepare for the next match less than fifteen minutes after the previous one, Tommy immediately spoke up to stop her:
"No, no, no, wait a moment. During the intermission that just ended, I need your help with a small matter. I mean a small matter at work."
"Wow, this surprises me more than you asking me to dress up as a teacher to please you. Do you need my help in my work?" Ottilia looked at Tommy in surprise.
"I know you came to California this time not only to accompany me, but also because of the Rainbow Leaping Organization founded by a black lawyer Earl Rush. You, Mrs. Clinton, and several members of the New World Foundation are here to attend its founding dinner." Tommy stretched out his arm lazily, picked up a cigarette from the bedside table, lit it, and said to Ottilia.
Otilia ran her hand through her long hair and said, "It sounds like you know my schedule in Los Angeles better than I do."
"Of course, the Rainbow Leaping Race Organization can't afford to invite people like you to speak on the platform. I asked Sophia to donate a total of 300,000 yuan to the New World Foundation under other names in exchange for you philanthropists to give speeches at the dinner." Tommy said frankly.
There was no need to hide this from Ottilia because it was not something shameful.
Otilia picked up Tommy's large white shirt from the bed, put it on her upper body, and while buttoning it up, she asked in confusion, "Does it cost donations to ask your girlfriend to help you give a speech?"
"It doesn't matter. It's not my money anyway. Listen to me, Otilia. There is a mixed-race female guest at the dinner party. Her name is Georgia Roseblum. She is a widow. I hope you will have enough time to talk to her after your speeches. She is a poor woman. She needs the help and advice of successful women like you to get through this difficult time." Tommy put the cigarette in his mouth and sighed. He seemed to sympathize with the widow mentioned :
"Her husband is Carol Roseblum, the owner of the NFL Los Angeles Rams. However, Carol died on a beach in Florida a few years ago. It is said that he died of accidental drowning while swimming. The strange thing is that he didn't know how to swim at all. But the cause of death is not important. What is important is that after his death, the Los Angeles Rams are now owned by his relatives. Georgia is Carol's second wife, and he also had five children with his first wife. Now the two sides are fighting over the inheritance. The five children want to drive this poor widow out and not give her a penny. This widow is a mixed-race black and white. After the trend of racial equality emerged, she has always regarded herself as black, right? She is exactly the black person that the organization Leaping Race needs to help."
"This is the importance of the original family." Ottilia expressed her thoughts after hearing five unrelated children fighting with this woman for the family property.
Tommy said with some regret:
"In addition to being the chairman of the board of directors of the New World Foundation, Mrs. Clinton also serves as the chairman of the board of directors of the American Children and Women's Legal Defense Fund. She is also one of the most famous female lawyers in the United States. She has provided legal assistance to countless women like Georgia. I think if she wanted, Georgia might not have ended up being kicked out of the house by her five children. She is so miserable. Otilia, that woman can't afford the lawyer's fees, and now she can only rely on the free consultation provided by Earl..."
"I'll call Diane right now. She doesn't like shopping, so she's probably busy dealing with various documents in the hotel right now." After listening to Tommy's description, Ottilia walked to the landline next to her and dialed a number.
The call was connected quickly, and Ottilia told Hillary on the other end of the phone about the poor widow named Georgia. However, after listening, Hillary did not rush to give advice, but instead kept asking various detailed questions.
This allowed Tommy to pat Ottilia's shoulders just right:
"My dear, I obviously know the details better. You can go change your clothes and prepare my reward."
Otilia kissed Tommy and said to Hilary on the other end of the phone, "Diane, I'll let Tommy introduce it. He knows more details than I do."
"Okay, Ottilia, hello, Tommy, I'm really curious why I haven't had the chance to meet you even though Ottilia and I have known each other for so long." Hillary said with a smile on the other end of the phone.
Tommy watched his girlfriend walk out of the bedroom in a white shirt, then he spoke into the receiver, "Otilia is out, Mrs. Clinton, let me recount the case. Georgia is likely to get 15% of the shares of the Los Angeles Rams, and her five non-biological children will get the other 85%. But Georgia is not going to give a penny to those white children. She hopes that if she can't get 100% of the team, she should at least get 75%. If successful, she is willing to transfer 5% to Otilia and you as a thank you."
“What is the current market value of this team?”
"57 million."
"How much does it cost for me to buy 2.5% of the shares?"
"How about one thousand yuan? Just like before when you used 1,000 yuan to speculate in futures and made a profit of 120,000 yuan, the rate of return is amazing."
"I'll talk to her at the dinner and give her some legal advice."
"I'm more curious about what you gained, apart from Otilia's 2.5%?"
"I was totally sympathetic to her, Mrs. Clinton, so I only took a symbolic amount of money in return for the broadcast rights of the Los Angeles Rams' away games next season. Oh, and I also introduced a black lawyer friend of mine to this poor widow to see if he could become her new husband."
"Earl Rush?"
"Earl Rush."
"Then this woman is indeed pitiful. Seeing her rough love experience, maybe she will get what she wants in business."
"Thank you. Goodbye."
…
It's three o'clock in the morning, in the conference room of KTTV headquarters on Metropolitan Media Plaza on Sunset Boulevard in West Los Angeles.
KTTV President Jamie Crosby stood at the window of the conference room, looking out at the quiet night.
Behind him was a large conference room of more than 100 square meters, which was now filled with all the middle-level and above employees of KTTV. The men had sleepy faces and the women had no makeup on. It was obvious that they had been notified by a sudden phone call and got up from their beds to attend this special meeting.
Everyone held a cup of strong coffee in their hands to refresh themselves.
However, Jamie Crosby, the convener of the meeting, kept his back to them, looking out the window, and said nothing.
The silence bestowed by the convener, as the silence lasts longer, becomes more refreshing than the coffee in their hands.
"You have been in this room for fifteen minutes." Jamie Crosby, 47 years old, wearing round tortoise-shell glasses, turned around, gently pushed the frame with his fingers, and glanced at everyone with a wooden face:
"So, if your eyes haven't been poked out by your own eyes, you should have noticed that there are eleven familiar faces missing from this room. Including me, there are only fifty-two people left. I got the tacit approval of Mr. Rupert Murdoch, and then I talked to the useless vice president and his stupid team members who were sent by Mr. Murdoch to help me. In fact, they were of no help except to point fingers and show off that he helped Mr. Murdoch take a picture of the most beautiful British woman's vagina. I talked to each of them individually and kicked them out of KTTV. Now, the people in this room are all my own people who I brought or poached from CBS."
Although Jamie's voice sounded wooden, his words made everyone in the room subconsciously relax. Their boss was indeed an iron-fisted man. It seemed that after Fox acquired KTTV, the struggle among the three major factions within the TV station had finally come to an end. Led by Crosby, the CBS faction finally won a great victory and dominated KTTV.
The original KTTV team was exiled to Seattle by Jamie in the name of Murdoch because their ideas were different from Murdoch's.
Then the vice president and his management team sent by Murdoch to monitor these people were also completely expelled tonight.
Everyone was refreshed, and no one could interfere with their thoughts, work or even their taste in tea.
"I don't recommend you to be happy too soon, because I talked to those people individually because I still have the most basic respect for them, and you obviously don't deserve it. That's why I asked all of you to gather here. You don't deserve it." Jamie Crosby walked to the conference table, picked up a cup of coffee in front of his subordinates, sniffed the aroma, and looked at everyone:
“It doesn’t smell like something from Los Angeles.”
A woman from the administration department introduced: "Coffee beans imported from Guatemala, the purchase price is ten dollars per pound."
"The benefits are good, right? Imported coffee beans are supplied like water. When I recruited you to follow me, I promised you that I would have a job with a higher salary and a higher position than at NBC. I will be like a demining soldier, clearing all obstacles in your way. As of tonight, it took one year and two months, and I did it. Tonight, our relationship has entered the second stage from the first stage." Jamie Crosby put down the cup of coffee, looked at everyone calmly, and said in a calm tone:
"If in the first stage, you are my close comrades and indispensable relatives, then in the second stage, you are just the shit that I can't wait to throw away at any time."
Everyone was suddenly in an uproar.
Jamie looked at everyone and opened his hands: "How many people think KTTV's ratings are good?"
Most people present raised their hands. After all, before they joined KTTV, KTTV's ratings in California ranked sixth. But with its acquisition by Fox and the heavy hiring of Jamie Crosby to run KTTV, and with the assistance of people like them, in just one year, the ratings have stabilized at third to fourth place, and even occasionally reached second place, which is a significant improvement.
Perhaps this result is also the main reason why Murdoch could tolerate Jamie Crosby expelling his confidants who were sent to supervise KTTV.
"You seem to have forgotten that you are from the CBS TV network, which ranks first in the United States in terms of ratings, and from the flagship TV station in New York, WCBS, which has the highest ratings within the CBS TV network. You are the best of the best. I will always remember every late night you spent with me at WCBS. But since you came to Los Angeles, you seem to have forgotten what hard work means. Every evening at seven o'clock, I see that almost all the lights in your office are turned off. So, am I asking Mr. Murdoch to pay a large sum of money to invite you to live in Los Angeles in your old age?" Jamie's eyes were like those of a hawk, and he scanned everyone sharply:
"If Fox didn't spend real money to produce those dramas and variety shows, would KTTV be able to maintain its third or fourth place? Don't be ridiculous, you can't even watch CNNfn, FNN and other local TV kids in California can't beat them. I was focusing on cleaning up the internal situation before, so I had to stabilize your morale, but now that the internal enemies have been eliminated, I have to be honest with you, you are a bunch of shit. For example, the news department is most proud of the self-made news talk show. The host and guests are as serious as the fucking negotiations between the Confederacy and the United States. It is really full of depth. Every time I want to pray devoutly first, and then watch it respectfully! "
When Jamie called out the news department, everyone in the news department looked up at him.
Jamie looked back at the news department members indifferently: "Don't copy the WCBS news here. We need more sensational social news, not fucking in-depth conversations. Do you think the audience who likes to watch America's Most Wanted will be interested in the topic of economic inflation that you have carefully prepared? Maybe they can't even spell the word inflation. Do you know what sensationalism means? A tabloid reported that a Democratic congressman said that AIDS has a strong connection with the black race. Which tabloid? Of course it was Mr. Murdoch's New York Post. He has already prepared all kinds of eye-catching news for us in the newspaper. Based on this news, we can stir up the emotions of the audience. This is called sensationalism."
"But Jamie, news programs are not talk shows. News does not need to be sensational, but must have depth so that the audience can learn to think." A middle-aged man in the news department questioned, holding a coffee cup.
"Johnny, right? Johnny Moon, I remember you. You are fired. Go home and have a good sleep, and then come to handle the handover tomorrow." Jamie first pointed out the other party's name, then simply announced his decision, and immediately looked at the others:
"Who else tried to explain to Rupert Murdoch, the founder of obscene news like The Sun, that news needs depth? If there is anyone, leave with Johnny. If you don't even know what your boss likes, you'd better not stand up and show off your self-righteous but actually hilarious remarks. Your stupid suggestions overshadow your merits, Johnny."
Johnny came in a hurry late at night, but was ultimately fired. He stood there at a loss, holding his coffee cup.
The others were silent.
At this time, footsteps were heard in the corridor, and a secretary who had worked for Jamie Crosby for many years walked in. Without caring about the presence of other people, he said to his boss in a somewhat anxious tone: "Jamie, colleagues in the public relations department have sent me positive news. It seems that there are new waves in the broadcasting rights of the NFL Los Angeles Rams' away games next season."
"That's normal. There's always someone who can offer a higher price. So is it NBC's KNBC, or CBS's GCTV?" Jamie was very calm when he heard the bad news.
In the television industry, everything goes to the highest bidder. If you don't get it, it must be because someone paid a higher price.
"No, my colleagues in the public relations department said that it's a TV station called BTTV that seems to have started in-depth cooperation with Georgia." The secretary did not mention the two strong competitors that Jamie thought of, but a completely unfamiliar name.
Jamie turned around and looked at the secretary: "Did that guy come out of the watermelon field? Why have I never heard of this name?"
"That's what I was going to say. Not only you, but our colleagues in the public relations department have never heard of this TV station before." The secretary looked at Jamie nervously and spoke.
Jamie walked back to the window and looked out at Los Angeles at three in the morning: "Things are getting interesting."
