Hollywood Hunter

Chapter 58.

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Lunch lasted half an hour, and waitress Shirley finally watched Mia Korschner rise together with a little birdie on the man's arm, and thought things were going well, but it turned out that the big boss just walked his service to the door and hugged goodbye.

And he made a point of smiling at her and telling her to take good care of Mia.

Of course he even agreed.

They made their way to the parking lot and waited to get into the car, looking at Mia in the back seat before Shirley finally asked, "Boss ...... no time tonight?"

Mia, with a little satisfaction in her expression, but clearly lost, nodded, "He's leaving for New York soon."

Shirley asked subconsciously, "Doing what?"

Mia gave her a blank stare, "How should I know."

Shirley smiled, knowing she'd lost her words, and started the car to turn out of the parking lot as she asked, "So, did you and your boss, um, have an appointment?"

Mia shook her head again, "I mentioned it, and he said he'd contact me when he had time."

If it didn't involve a certain man, Shirley simply had to point out that it was simply too perfunctory, which was tantamount to saying nothing at all, and of course she couldn't reveal it at this time, but she also regretted that, after all, her guardian object could be closer to the big boss, and she, the waitress, would have more opportunities, so she couldn't help asking: "So what did you and the boss talk about at lunch? "

Mia said with a slight curl of her lip, obviously very satisfied with the half hour that had just passed, "Lots to talk about, my day-to-day life, as well as movies, travel, food, music ...... Simon is very knowledgeable and funny, in short, you just want to stay with him all the time before you know it! That kind of man."

Shirley couldn't help but be envious when she looked at the excited expression in Mia's eyes with little stars shining in them.

She had just had lunch, but she was sitting with Queen A near the two bosses, Queen A, the nickname is never wrong, so you can imagine how Mia felt, simply trembling with fear.

唉。

How nice it would be if I had a chance to climb to the A Queen position.

Simon left Malibu Studios for LAX without stopping to see Mia off.

Boarding his own Boeing 767, the four hours of the afternoon flight to New York were still not wasted, and a dailies were watched on board, "Unruly Night," another new film by Paul Thomas Anderson, another Hollywood arthouse filmmaker Simon liked very much, based on the director's own experiences as a teenager living near an adult film company and cost $15 million to produce.

Once upon a time, "Unruly Night" was a big deal, especially the film with Heather Graham as a rollerblading girl, eh.

This time, because of the big butterfly that is Simon, Unchained Night has changed a lot, mainly the male lead, from the original Mark Wahlberg to Ben Affleck.

Big Ben finished the project before the filming of Mindcatcher, which is still in post-production, and Unchained Night, which is now in production.

In addition, the female lead Heather Graham remains unchanged, but Julianne Moore, who has appeared in the film, does not appear in the film this time, as she has already built up a good reputation with the series. .

In addition, the film features cameo appearances by many other notable independent filmmakers of the 1990s, such as Philip Seymour Hoffman, who Simon remembers as later winning an Oscar, as well as a very young 'War Machine' Don Chandler at this time, and even William "Daddy H - Macy.

Now all of these people are arguably still unknown, and probably no one thought they would be able to focus on one movie and later go that far, including Aunt Moore, who would still be in various strings if not for Simon's influence.

Hollywood is just so wonderful.

As for "Unruly Night" itself, since it was able to gather so many potential filmmakers to appear, it is also evident that it is excellent, and the fact that Simon can give himself a rating of 9 or more after watching the dailies, and with a certain gimmick involved in the film, it will certainly do very well commercially in the future.

Four hours were spent watching the Unruly Night dailies, and the remaining two hours Simon spent on the report on the French smuggling route that the Westerosi's private intelligence team had just submitted.

Since certain plans had begun to be implemented, Simon had been following up closely, though not in a hurry.

This report, by and large, is Simon's main concern, or cost.

In fact, many things in this world also boil down to cost.

The classic example is space engineering, and if it weren't for cost constraints, humans might have landed on Mars long ago.

According to Ulrich Sandmann's report, the cost of smuggling people into France, whether from the Middle East or North Africa, is basically around $2,000, and in addition, on the Asian side, because the route is so far away that it almost requires a big circle around the planet, the cost also increases significantly, around $5,000.

Simon was already only interested in the Middle East and North Africa, and as for Asia, honestly, he could be nothing like a French contributor to any Asian who is both hardworking and doesn't know how to make trouble when it's time to make trouble, not just the Chinese, but the whole of Greater China, steeped in thousands of years of Confucianism.

By the way, the West has since become all sorts of scrupulously hostile to the Chinese, and has instead imported large numbers of Middle Eastern and African immigrants, which is just plain stupid.

Asian talents are definitely the best quality immigrants to bring in.

When you think about it, you can actually understand that Asians are often good, compared to those who often immigrate to the Middle East and Africa, who can only live at the bottom of the social hierarchy, Asians are difficult to enter the core of the Western class, but often better than the average Western middle class, even if they are poor and immigrated to the West, often through their own hard work and wisdom to live a relatively rich life.

So the question immediately arises.

How can you live better than us natives!

In addition to the fact that Asians are too moderate in nature, there is another reason, one that most white Westerners will not admit openly, that Asians in many Western countries do not actually belong to the discriminated class, more precisely, they actually belong to the jealous class, and even, in the eyes of many lower-class white people, Asians have reached the privileged class. The extent of it.

This is evidenced by the percentage of Asians in various elite western schools.

So, you're all doing so well, and yet you claim to be racially discriminated against and demand further affirmative action.

This is beside the point.

Having read the information on the smuggling routes targeting France, the next step is to make arrangements to execute the smuggling plan.

Although later France gave people a feeling that the streets are full of black people, but at this stage, both under Mitterrand and Chirac, the control on immigration, especially illegal immigration is still very strict, France a few years ago also deliberately canceled the United States has been in decades after the United States still retains the right to citizenship by birth.

According to official public figures, the number of illegal immigrants in France is only 60,000 to 70,000 per year.

That's obviously a figure.

But even if it doubled, it really wasn't much to say the least.

In that case, of course, Simon has to work hard, this kind of thing can not be rushed, the second half of the second half of the year to start running a little related smuggling network, in addition, but also from the policy to support the various left-wing and even extreme left-wing political party groups in France, and constantly lobby the French government to liberalize the immigration policy, Simon's ultimate goal is around the millennium, each year to import 100,000 of the lowest illegal immigrants into France past.

As it happens, with the end of Paul Kagame's visit to the US, there will soon be another war on the African side.

If history doesn't change too much, this is the second African World War that lasted in memory until after the year 2000 that involved half of Africa.

Death and injury are not counted.

Simon certainly won't be running to be the Messiah this time.

Of course, it's still a bit of a superficial job.

Rescue a number of strong and especially fertile African refugees from Africa, send them all to France, and try to get the newborn birth rate in Greater Paris to break through the remembered 60%+ blackout level as soon as possible. Or, how 60% is enough, but 90% or more is complete.

The annual importation of 100,000 of the most inferior specific illegal immigrant targets, even at a fully subsidized $2,000, would actually only require $200 million.

In fact, at most half the subsidy might be enough to get the various snake-oil organizations up to speed. Simon could even be the one to benefit from the migrant smuggling chain if he wanted to, which of course he won't do, but it doesn't prevent him from fostering a number of interest groups that benefit from it.

Profit is always the most powerful tool to drive humans to action.

Arriving in New York, it was already after seven o'clock on the East Coast, and twilight was approaching, Simon got off the plane, arrived in Manhattan, and was dragged by Irene Landay to an old money party on the Upper East Side.

The Landay heiress and Simon's relationship is already considered semi-public.

When people get used to certain things, they gradually become accustomed to them.

Especially also involving Simon.

Simon Westeros, ah, the young man that people could only look up to already, both in terms of power and wealth, hadn't shown any signs of stopping his expansion, and had been climbing and climbing and climbing, not giving anyone else a chance to look alive at all.

If it were any other guy, the traditional forces in the United States would have already joined together to launch a sniper.

Even direct humane destruction was not out of the question.

Helplessly, when many people hadn't reacted, the wealth and power accumulated by Simon Westeros had already reached a point where people could only be in awe and it was difficult to produce too much resistance and covetousness, after all, trillion-dollar level tycoons, pulling off the second place on the wealth list really two orders of magnitude, there was simply no possibility of catching up.

Moreover, most of the rise of the other side was creating wealth from scratch in a brand new industry, rather than plundering overtly or covertly from existing industries of all kinds, thus not accumulating too many enemies for themselves in the process of rising.

So one can only take in as much as possible, integrate, and ideally get another slice of the other's bowl.

This Simon Westeros is also quite generous, and thus also mitigates all kinds of potential conflicts to a great extent.

In any case, a personal fortune in excess of $100 million, which continues to grow rapidly, is just a little too much to handle.

It was especially hard for Irene Landay to hold herself back anyway.

After the party, they returned to Simon's apartment on Fifth Avenue on the Upper East Side at ten o'clock and had trouble holding themselves together until they finally went to bed at one in the morning.

The next morning, feeling the warmth of the jade still climbing on his body like a wombat, Simon had to say a few silent words of women are tigers, see to avoid, to avoid ah to avoid.

Irene Landa opened her eyes, "What are you talking about?"

"Chinese, children's song."

"What children's song, sing it to me?"

The girl propped up the delicate body, arm on Simon's chest to support the chin, face showing a delicate expression, it must be said that this girl appearance is not outstanding, but through a special charm that makes it difficult to resist, at this time was the same nourished after the appearance of more people.

Seeing Irene Landa staring at him like a cat, Simon could only reluctantly speak, "Two tigers two tigers falling in love, falling in love, both males, both males, what a pervert, what a pervert."

"......"

Irene Lauder continued to blink her cat-like eyes and pursue her poorly, "It's nice, um, what does it mean?"

"What can a nursery rhyme mean, it's just a story about two tigers making friends," Simon's bad taste came up, and he reached out and wrapped his arm around the slender waist of the damsel and said, "Here, I'll teach you to sing."

Irene Landa in the end is not Janet, unable to find anything wrong from Simon's flawless expression, so very good to follow the learning, the girl's learning ability is also very good, breakfast's seems to have been able to sing very skillfully, causing the personal service Simon two breakfast stewardess Angeri expression all kinds of odd.

After all, to be in charge of the National Wind Song and Dance Troupe on the Long Island side, Angeri Davis was also never a woman who had the heart to learn some Chinese very naturally.

Although bar, the level was only limited to the level of daily communication, but, how simple lyrics, she could still understand.

Watching Irene Lauder's freckled face and her own boss's seriousness, Angry Davis could only pretend that she knew nothing, and only occasionally couldn't help but curl her lip when she ducked into the kitchen.

Poor girl.

I wonder if I'll freak out in the future when I find out what the so-called 'children's song' I'm singing really means.

Irene Landa, still still in a state of small happiness, still unaware of all this, ate her breakfast with Simon and asked, "What are your plans for the morning?"

"I'm going to go look at the draft samples when the theme plan for this Vimy is set," Simon said, seeing that the girl had already pursed her lips and smiled, "Do you want to come with me?"