~： Four hundred and three - like an old jewish man with a red neck

Tonight's Greenberg Manor is full of hustle and bustle, which is quite different from the quiet and overflowing environment in the past. Media reporters and paparazzi from gossip tabloids have an unusually keen sense of smell, and they set up long guns and short cannons outside the manor.

The sun just came to the west, and starting at 5 o'clock in the evening, cars began to arrive one after another. Identifying the type of people is a basic skill of this group of paparazzi reporters. Generally, those who drive by themselves are mostly celebrities, while those who drive relatively low-key are mostly behind-the-scenes people and executives of the production company.

"Is it Will Smith?"

A classic red Ferrari stopped at the entrance of the manor. The black star in the car was obviously not photographed, and the hood was not raised all the way. After showing the invitation to the security staff in the intense flashing lights, the sports car drove through the gate of the manor with a roar.

"Strange, haven't heard the news that this hot black star has a close relationship with Wayne Greenberg?" A young videographer put down the camera and looked at his colleagues with doubts. "Ross, didn't you say that this party was only a small scale, and people close to Wayne Greenberg came back to attend? Now that Will Smith is here, did we get the wrong news?"

Another cameraman shook his head, while debugging the machine that had just been set up, he absentmindedly explained to the young man beside him. "You can't go wrong, Ed, this is just a small gathering, it's just too much gold."

As an old reporter who has been in the industry for some years, he is very clear that the emergence of Will Smith is just the beginning, and there must be more heavyweights behind.

They are different from the reporter paparazzi around them, because the two are from the authoritative media "Los Angeles Times", and thanks to the good relationship between the newspaper and Warner Bros., they have always had no shortage of news channels.

"Ed, don't look at this black movie star so red and purple." Ross adjusted the machine, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and found that the time was relatively early. No other celebrities have arrived at the moment, so he simply gave it to the people around him. The intern explained.

"Have you forgotten "Get Out" in 1992? The first black Daming was just a novel singer, only because he participated in Wayne Greenberg's project and became popular because of a movie. Will Smith has a high profile because he is a star who needs to maintain exposure, and Wayne Greenberg is usually very low-key, so the relationship between the two has been ignored."

"I remembered!"

The young man tilted his head and looked into the gate of the manor, but 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 that this is a party similar to a family gathering."

The large number of paparazzi reporters outside the door felt exactly the same as Ross felt at this time. The privacy of this group of manors was too good. Everyone wanted to know what was going on in the manor, but no fool was willing to take the risk and sneak in in a strange way. go in.

Sometimes, these daring paparazzi will indeed take some measures that are on the edge of the law, such as trying 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 US knife in units of 10,000.

But here is different, no one is willing to try to challenge the marksmanship of those who are obviously veterans, because everyone knows that those veterans will never shoot without warning.

Similar security guards can't wait to catch two mice in 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 and can't do it. He is too rich.

"Today is really weird!?"

Just as all the reporters and paparazzi were whispering and preparing for the guests who came later, Ross from the Los Angeles Times muttered in a low voice, stretched out his elbow and stabbed the young man beside him.

"This time it's Tom Cruise. When he shows the invitation to the security guards, he will take a few more pictures. It's strange that the superstar is here. Don't look at the two people who seem to live on the same street, but I It can be guaranteed that these two have almost no friendship, not to mention that "Mission Impossible" is being beaten by Warner Bros. "Tornado"! This is not a broad-minded character..."

Others also discovered the sports car, and some reporters who had been in the business for a long time recognized the car right away.

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

No matter what time, Tom will always be the focus of the cameras. 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 finally no longer have to be "Tornado"."

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

The unexpected appearance of Tom Cruise caused a big discussion among the reporters at the door. He would appear here, and no one expected it in advance.

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 a day later, he would appear in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles.

However, it didn't give these people too much time to discuss. Within five minutes, a low-key black Bentley car came slowly. After a pause at the door, it disappeared into the garden like the cars of the two big stars in front. among.

Gu "Ross, who owns this car?" Ed only tapped the shutter symbolically twice, because who was sitting in the car, he didn't show up at all.

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

Ross shook his head. Such behind-the-scenes bigwigs do not need exposure, so basically if there are no accidents, it is impossible to take pictures of them.

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

Other commercial vehicles are different. Some people can guess who it is, while others can't, but it is certain that these people who are unwilling to show their faces under the flash have a very high status in the circle.

"fxxk! This is also a guest?!"

"Is this car going the wrong way?"

"Pickup!?"

Different from the roar of the sports car, a large pickup truck that was obviously pulling goods for work, drove firmly towards the gate of the manor under the eyes of countless astonished and puzzled eyes.

From this evening to now, all the cars that have entered this group of manor, whether it is a low-key business office type or a high-profile sports car series, can be regarded as luxury cars, but the pickup truck that appears now is so different. .

You don't have to look too closely to find that the car has obvious signs of use, so it should have been a long run.

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

The one who was shocked was still behind, the old man with the pipe didn't show any intention of showing the invitation, he hooked his finger to one of the security guards and said something.

I saw that the security guard communicated with the manor through the walkie-talkie, and then the pickup truck drove in.

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

Ed looked suspicious. "what?"

"The photo, if you don't want to cause us trouble, delete it as soon as possible." Speaking of which, Ross suddenly smiled, shook his head and waved his hand. "Forget it, anyway, I guess if you bring it back, the newspaper office won't leave."

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

Of course, Ross knew very well. If he guessed correctly, the old Jewish man with a red neck in Texas is Wayne Greenberg's father, so there is a high probability that these photos cannot be posted.

"coming……"

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

As for whether someone will play tricks, no one knows. Even if the photo is taken back, the newspaper office behind it will not set off randomly.

No one wants to arouse the hostility of the mad young boss for the two photos that are not known to be popular, even the gossip tabloids who usually want someone to sue him, and do not want to provoke such a super rich man casually.

The cars that showed up and entered the manor this evening are not many, but the weight is surprising. If you look closely, you can find that the people who come have either maintained a long-term relationship with Wayne, or have cooperated or There is a connection, and no outsider looking for a relationship has entered the manor.

It was almost time to come. Just as Ross was about to pack up his equipment and go back to write the press release early, Ed next to him patted him on the shoulder, and a stumbling voice sounded at the same time.

"It's the boss! She's not here to mess with the scene, right! Rose, tell me, should we find a way to get in with the boss!"

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