Hearing the name of Paramount Pictures, Eric found himself not surprised at all.
From the first confrontation between the two parties in the process of bidding for the Disney Group to the present, the relationship between the Firefly system and Viacom has not been very good.
In fact, with the continuous expansion of the Firefly system, the traditional situation of mutual checks and balances and peaceful coexistence of several major Hollywood companies has long been broken, and the Firefly system is increasingly showing an oligarchic tendency to dominate the entire Hollywood. The other three major media groups in Hollywood, who are increasingly feeling a strong threat to their survival, naturally become more vigilant towards the Firefly system, and will launch a counterattack at the slightest opportunity.
Moreover, there is a very intuitive incentive for this incident.
"Iron Man" was released on May 7, and the following week, on May 14, Paramount Pictures' "West Point Uncovered" followed.
West Point Uncovered is a crime drama film directed by Simon West and starring John Travolta.
After Simon West and Bruckheimer's "Prison in the Sky" achieved a fairly good global box office, it was quickly recruited by Paramount with a lot of money. "West Point Uncovered" is the second film he directed. , is also a big production, costing $95 million, and the budget is almost the same as "Iron Man".
However, compared with the good reputation of "Iron Man", "West Point Uncovered", which has experienced several low-profile screenings, has encountered overwhelmingly negative reviews from film critics.
It is conceivable that under normal circumstances, facing the strong crush of "Iron Man", the end of "West Point Uncovered" can only be reduced to cannon fodder. In order to win more chances of survival for "West Point Uncovered", Paramount inevitably had a crooked mind.
Opening the folder that Mayer handed over, it was a letter of apology from Ronald Hill. Eric just glanced at it casually and threw it on the table next to him. After rubbing his fingertips on the frosted cover of the folder for a moment, Eric asked Mayer, "What's the name of the person in charge of that website?"
"Adam Wembry," Mayer said. "He was Ronald Hill's middle school classmate."
"Let the detective company investigate this person, I want to know everything about him," Eric ordered casually, without going into too much detail, knowing that Mayer could understand what he meant, and continued: "Also, Sort out all the employee information of that website, and then release the news, no matter if it is Silicon Valley, Hollywood, or any other company, whoever wants to hire these people, I will trouble them and ask Kelly to arrange two people to watch It doesn’t take too long to focus on this matter, just focus on it for three years.”
Mayer could understand Eric's order to investigate Adam Wembry, but when he heard that he wanted to blacklist all employees of the 'Hollywood Gossip' website, she couldn't help saying: "Eric, is this necessary? "
Eric turned his head, looked at Mayer's delicate face, and said, "Mary, fortunately, what happened a few days ago has been suppressed. If you can't suppress it, do you know what will happen?"
Mayer froze for a moment, then shook his head slightly.
Eric still stared at the girl's face, and said: "Look at Jackson, many people know that he was wronged, but what happened? During the investigation of the case in 1993, Jackson was bombarded by countless media. After a few months, he almost had a nervous breakdown. Six years later, he was still troubled by very serious mental problems. Perhaps, he would not be able to get rid of the shadow of that year until he died. Emma, Kevin and Xia Xia are still just Children, their lives have just begun. If this incident is not fortunately suppressed by me, this kind of thing is also likely to have an impact on their next life. Therefore, I will never allow Kevin and the others to It happened a second time."
Mayer retorted softly: "I think they're afraid."
Eric shook his head, his tone indifferent: "I never have such expectations for people's hearts. So, I have said this from the beginning, those who stand in front of the stage, hide behind the scenes, think that they are not implicated I will not let go of the big people, the little people who think they are insignificant. I want to imprint an instinct imprinted in their bones that they dare not even think about."
Mayer lowered her eyes slightly, nodded and said, "Eric, I understand."
"Well, that's all for now, and help me get Viacom's financial report for the last quarter."
Mayer hummed like a mosquito, but still stood there with her eyes downcast.
Eric noticed the appearance of the female assistant, slowed down his tone, and said, "Come here."
Mayer moved towards Eric a few times in small steps, but still stood straight in front of him.
Eric put his arms around Mayer's slender waist, and with a little effort, the female assistant reluctantly sat down on Eric's lap, but her eyes were still unwilling to touch Eric. Looks like he's in a little mood.
"Okay, Mary, I apologize. I may have sounded a bit harsh just now, but it's definitely not directed at you."
Mayer struggled to wrap his hands around his waist, and said with a little grievance in his tone, "You are a tyrant."
"Well, my fault, I will pay attention to it later."
Mayer continued to accuse: "You are still biased, sending Carly back to Los Angeles, but let me deal with these dirty things."
Eric kissed the fair-skinned female assistant's neck, and said, "Suddenly I find that I can't live without you, why don't you stay by my side for a few more years?"
Mayer felt an electric current spread from his neck, and forced his body to dodge, saying, "No, I don't want to be a kitten beside you."
"I never thought of it that way."
"You have, you just like to raise women like cats."
"I didn't," Eric resolutely refused to admit, and counterattacked: "Some people are moody, hot and cold, no matter how nice you are to her, they always want to run away from you, which is obviously and completely impossible. Domesticated cats are exactly the same."
When Mayer heard these words, he found that he had no way to refute. His face was flushed and his eyes flickered. He suddenly lowered his head and bit Eric's shoulder with his small white teeth.
Feeling the appearance of the female assistant who obviously couldn't bear to bite down hard, Eric stroked her waist, and continued to tease her without fear of death: "Look, it's more like it, even the master bites me when I'm annoyed."
The small mouth on the shoulder increased some strength, but it was soon released.
Letting the female assistant knock her head on her shoulder, after waiting for a while, Eric patted her on the body and said, "Okay, darling, it's time to go to work."
"I don't want to work today."
Eric didn't have the potential of a sweatshop owner at all, so he nodded without position: "Okay, then take a day off."
Mayer's slender body moved in Eric's arms and changed to a more comfortable position, as if she really planned to just hang out like this for a day.
However, things don't always go as planned.
Just a moment later, Eric's cell phone on the table rang.
I felt that the man picked up the phone and glanced at it, but he didn't answer. Although very reluctant, Mayer still took the initiative to get up and said, "Then I will go to work first."
Eric waited for the female assistant to disappear in the villa before answering the phone, and said, "Hi, Cindy...it's nothing serious, it's almost done, and you, how are you doing... something important... okay then , I'll go there later."
After hanging up the phone, Eric dialed the mobile phone of the front yard bodyguards and asked them to prepare the car, then got up and walked towards the villa.
Mayer was sitting on the couch sending emails with a laptop in hand when he came in with a questioning look in his eyes.
"I have to go back to Manhattan," Eric offered to explain, "You can stay here tonight."
Mayer shook his head and said, "I don't want to live in such a deserted place alone."
In fact, there has always been a maid in charge of taking care of the manor. However, the subconscious class concept of the female assistant from a wealthy middle-class family is obviously stronger than that of Eric. For her, perhaps there is only Eric in the manor. and her two people.
"Then let's go back together." Eric didn't care about these details, and said, "Pack up your things, I asked the bodyguard to prepare the car."
Today is May 3rd.
May 5th is the Los Angeles premiere of "Iron Man", and I will definitely go back tomorrow, and Eric does not plan to come here again.
After packing his luggage briefly, Eric explained a few words to the maid in charge of the manor before leaving East Hampton with Mayer.
It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived in Manhattan.
Since Caroline and Mayer are no longer willing to live in Eric's top-floor mansion at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, and Eric needs to come to New York frequently, it is impossible to always let the two women stay in the hotel, so they specially give They arranged an apartment as an employee benefit.
After arriving in Manhattan, Eric asked the driver to take Mayer to her residence near Rockefeller Center in Midtown before heading to 75th Street.
Taking the private elevator to the door of Cindy's apartment, Cindy just opened the door and came into the corridor.
The woman obviously didn't have any makeup today. She was wearing a loose light pink suspender top, a pair of white casual trousers, and a pair of slippers on her feet. She looked very homely, which made Eric, who was used to seeing Cindy meticulously dressed Some surprises.
I just hugged Cindy, and a girl with exquisite makeup walked out of the door again. This time, it was a bit normal, but it still surprised Eric a little.
"Hey, Fanny, why are you here?"
Eric let go of Cindy and was about to reach out to Stephanie Seymour, but the girl came over and hugged Eric with open arms, with a hint of resentment in her tone: "Eric, Why can't I be here, Cindy and I are good friends."
Eric just smiled, walked into the apartment with the two women, and sat down on the stool at the entrance.
Stephanie Seymour stood by and watched as Cindy squatted down like a little wife, thoughtfully helped Eric get the slippers, and took the man's leather shoes and carefully put them aside. Uncomfortable, wondering if I should squat down and do something.
In fact, she came here on a whim in the afternoon. Naturally, she wanted to get in touch with Cindy more because of her position as the host of "America's Next Top Model". Sometimes, emotional cards are very useful.
We all live on the Upper East Side, so it's easy to move around. I didn't expect to meet Eric by such a coincidence. No wonder Cindy had been trying to send her away just now. If Eric came a little later, she would take the initiative to get up and leave.
After changing his shoes, Eric casually came to the sofa in the living room and sat down.
Cindy saw that Stephanie Seymour not only didn't take the initiative to leave, but also took the initiative to sit next to Eric without any shyness, and frowned slightly. She regretted that she didn't directly speak out to drive him away just now, so she could only walk in a little depressed. Make tea for Eric by the small bar in the living room.
On the side of the sofa, Stephanie Seymour was reclining with a bit of coquettish style. The woman who was born as a model obviously knows how to put on a more attractive pose. Eric couldn't help but look at it a few more times, feeling a little emotional in his heart Well, aren't women all narrow-minded? This one seems to be an exception.
It seemed that the slap back then wasn't hard enough.
Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but glance at the plump curves under Stephanie Seymour's slender waist.
Sensing Eric's eyes, Stephanie Seymour moved her body slightly, and said, "Eric, I happened to watch that episode of "The Oprah Show" with Cindy a few days ago."
Eric nodded slightly: "And then?"
Stephanie Seymour flicked her fingers on the back of the sofa, but looked at Eric beside her without evasive eyes: "Suddenly found that you are still a good man."
Eric couldn't help laughing and said, "Is this supposed to be a compliment?"
"certainly."
"Oh, thank you."
"Is it just this kind of reaction?" Stephanie Seymour seemed a little dissatisfied, and said, "You are really boring."
Eric glanced at the small bar, with an evil expression on his face, and whispered, "There's no way, Cindy is here."
"Eric, I can hear you."
Eric looked over with a smile: "Did I say anything?"
Cindy rolled her eyes, cut open a small packet of green tea with scissors, and bowed her head to ignore Eric.
Stephanie Seymour was obviously envious of this small interaction between Eric and Cindy, but the hateful man in front of her obviously had no intention of interacting with her, which made her feel a little frustrated again.
Cindy quickly came over with a pot of light green tea, poured them for the three of them respectively, glanced at the seat occupied by Stephanie Seymour next to Eric, and could only sit on the single sofa beside Eric with a cup superior.
Eric looked at the cup of green tea in his hand and felt a little weird again. When did Cindy like drinking tea
The three chatted for a while, and after a while, it was obvious that Stephanie Seymour had no intention of leaving, so Cindy had to talk about 'business' and said: "Eric, I plan to resign as the host of "America's Next Top Model" position, I want to discuss it with you."
Eric froze for a moment, then suddenly understood something, glanced at Cindy's lower abdomen, and subconsciously asked, "Where's Linda?"
Cindy couldn't help but rolled her eyes, knowing that Eric must have understood, and said with some resentment in her tone, "What does Linda have to do with this matter?"
It seems that there is no killing two birds with one stone this time, and Eric is a little relieved. After all, it is not a good thing to always let two women get pregnant together.
"Okay." Nodding casually, Eric glanced at Stephanie Seymour, who was clearly confused, and said directly, "Fanny, can I talk to Cindy alone?"