Chapter 17

"The documentary plan has been made and will be broadcast on Channel 6 first."

In driving Audi, Carla Firth and Murphy talked about their recent work. "If the response is good enough, we will try our best to push it into the video and disc market."

"That sounds good." Murphy was sitting on the front passenger's seat. His suit made him feel a little uncomfortable. "Time doesn't wait. If all the black people are gone, the attraction of the documentary will also decline."

Carla gave a thumbs up. "Your news acumen is getting higher and higher."

"Thank you." Murphy replied casually, "it's all from you."

Because the media has never given up the hype about this news event, and the super sensitive glass heart of the black people, although it has been some time since the original event, the trend of black protest in Los Angeles has not dispersed. Instead, it has begun to spread to the surrounding areas, and even some human rights organizations have joined in.

Two black people are criminals, but criminals should also have human rights. The so-called human rights organizations are good at picking the bone in the egg, especially when they die black people.

The media are also adding fuel to the fire. For fear that the news will not be big enough, they keep mentioning that if the target is white, will the police shoot in the end?

This incident has become a hot topic in American society. The issue of black people's human rights has once again been pushed to the forefront by the media with ulterior motives. Different from the praise given by the mass shooting in the North Hollywood robbery two years ago, the Los Angeles police have been under great pressure, and even several policemen involved in the round up have been forced to take a vacation.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing Murphy on the co pilot thinking, Carla asked, "are you guilty?"

The two of them can be said to be the fuse of this incident, and it is they who opened the Pandora's box.

However, Carla has never regretted. She has been searching for the big news that can make a sensation in the United States. The effect of this event is exactly what she wants to see.

As for the means used in the middle, Carla, who has been engaged in journalism for many years, knows very well which hot news is not behind it?

"Honey, you're kidding." Murphy had no idea what Kara was saying. "What did we do?"

Even if she was driving, Carla couldn't help looking at Murphy. Murphy said calmly, "the continuous protests in front of the Los Angeles City Hall and the Los Angeles County police department are caused by the improper handling of the Los Angeles police and the psychological sensitivity of black people. What's the relationship with us?"

Hearing this, Carla Firth couldn't help laughing. "It really has nothing to do with us."

She turned her head to see Murphy again, and saw that the strong side face was extremely calm, as if what she had just said was an undeniable fact.

"What are you looking at?" Murphy asked, turning his head.

Carla shrugged. "So you're still handsome."

There has never been a person who can make her feel so consistent with her own spleen and stomach.

Audi left the city and drove onto the road leading to Santa Monica. When Carla passed a junction, she suddenly thought of something else. "You've made a lot of money recently. How can you not bear to change a new car for yourself? Your Ford should be scrapped."

"Just drive it."

Because the Ford was too shabby, Murphy got into Carla's car. "Every dollar I have is of great use. I can't spend it casually."

Carla thought of some of Murphy's words and asked, "are you really going to leave the industry?"

"Well." Murphy nodded. "It shouldn't be long."

"It's a pity that you are very suitable for this business." Carla more or less expressed regret. In the past month or so, it can be said that her career has risen the fastest. This is all because the guy on the co pilot said, "do you have a plan?"

She had a certain understanding of Murphy and knew that he would never act easily without ideas.

"Of course, I may need your help then." Murphy pauses, looks at the straight road ahead, and finally says, "I want to go into Hollywood and make movies."

“what？”

After subconsciously asking this question, Carla suddenly laughed, "you You're going to make a movie, Murphy. Are you kidding? "

Murphy shook his head seriously. "Of course not."

"How can you have such an idea." Carla turned to look at him again, his eyes full of incredible, "you must be crazy, even want to enter a completely strange industry."

At this point, she suddenly accentuated the tone, "I almost forgot that you are a lunatic."

"Thank you."

It wasn't the first time that this kind of words came out of her mouth, and Murphy didn't mind. Instead, she said, "you know me best."

It's true that if you want to go to Hollywood to make movies without any qualifications and contacts, it's not much different from a madman.

But Murphy has been telling himself that there was a madman who abandoned his job as an engineer and came to Los Angeles to become a director. In the end, he was a great success. He not only won the best director Oscar, but also became the "king of the world" who dominated the world at the box Office of a single film!Yes, he can't compare with a real genius like James Cameron, but he is still willing to try.

Now I'm only 21 years old, but I'm just an adult in the legal sense. Even if I fail, I still have enough time and energy to find another way.

Audi car gradually entered the scope of Santa Monica, Carla directly to the seaside villa.

"No wonder you suggest that TV stations make documentaries." She seems to understand a lot of things, "the original idea has long been into the film industry."

The car was parked near a luxury villa. Carla stopped the car by the side of the road and asked Murphy to get off and walk towards the villa.

Murphy followed. "You look so beautiful today."

Carla is wearing a short dress from the corner of the skirt to the top of the knee, giving full play to the visual beauty brought by a pair of long legs. The close fitting design of the dress also highlights her graceful figure. With her delicate face and burnt blonde hair, she is absolutely no less than those Hollywood stars in Murphy's impression in terms of appearance and temperament.

"Thank you." Carla glanced at Murphy in the suit. She was tall and strong. Her strong temperament seemed to emanate from her bones. She couldn't help praising, "you look good, too."

After that, she joked, "if you fail to enter Hollywood in the future, you can go to San Fernando Valley. I believe the directors there will be interested in you."

Murphy shrugged and said nothing.

Kara Firth naturally put her hand in the next arm. Murphy turned to look at the woman in the high heels. She was almost as tall as him, and looked like a standout.

Murphy was not used to these Western-style manners, but he could always adapt to them. He walked into the villa door with Carla Firth in his arm, followed the direction pointed by the staff, and walked towards the back garden on the sea side of the villa.

There are a lot of people walking by, some of them are familiar faces. Murphy can't remember them for a moment, but the former Murphy is just an indecent free journalist. Now the people who make him feel familiar should be some famous people.

From this point of view, the party Carla Firth took him to is not low-level.

"What are you thinking?"

Ignoring the man who came to say hello like a sex wolf, Carla came a little closer and said in a low voice, "do you want to plan the consequences of failure? Don't worry. If you can't get along in the future, my door will always be open to you. "

This tone seems casual, but Murphy can hear a bit sincere, such a woman can say such words, enough to show her recognition of themselves.

"I will." Murphy suddenly thought of what rose had said and whispered, "by the way, a friend told me today that the victims and murderers of bill road's case may be drug dealers."

"What?" Carla Firth looked around. "Reliable news?"

"It's reliable." Murphy shrugged. "He's seen them before."

Carla frowned. "What kind of friends do you make?"

Murphy slowed down a little. "The comrades who used to fight side by side in prison."

Hearing this, Carla Firth remembered that he was holding a man with criminal record, and he could not help slowing down.

She came from a rich family, had a good education, had a decent and potential job, and was not in the same world as Murphy.

It's just What this person shows is never that vulgar little person.

Carla shakes her head slightly. She doesn't think about it any more. She walks into the party with Murphy in her arm.

It's an amazing party. The venue includes the whole back garden and a whole private beach. It's tens of thousands of square feet. What Murphy sees is all well-dressed men and women, hundreds of people. On the beach near the beach, there are dozens of bikini girls specially employed by the owner.

Carla Firth can come here more because of the TV station behind her. She doesn't know many people. Most of the people introduced to Murphy are very strange.

However, Murphy still politely greets and greets them. He can't get in touch with such a circle. It's a good opportunity to expand his contacts.

Of course, Murphy won't say that he is a freelance journalist. In Carla Firth's introduction, he is the chairman and President of Stanton studio.

No one doubts or is surprised. In Los Angeles, the capital of media and entertainment industry, there are so many such studios.

But these people don't think that Murphy is actually the only one in Stanton studio, from management to employees.

After Carla Firth socialized at the party, they went to the beach to get something to order and sat down for a drink when a black man suddenly came over.

"Hello, pretty lady."

The black man was very tall. "Can I buy you a drink?"

He seems to be attracted by Carla Firth's excellent appearance, completely ignoring Murphy.And Murphy looked at the black man carefully, because against the snow-white skin of Carla, he was really black and familiar.