Chapter 447： Temptation

The time is already ten o'clock in the middle of the night. In an ordinary apartment in Burbank, Britney sits on the sofa and still tells the afternoon experience in Brabra.

"... Miss Connelly also let us take a helicopter. The shell villas are really beautiful from the air, and there is still a glass wall from the villa overlooking the whole sea. In the evening, the whole sea is sparkling. Sparkling, more spectacular than the scenery in the landscape, hey, I grew up, if I can afford such a manor."

"Don't think about it. I heard that the manor spent more than 50 million dollars when it was built a few years ago, and because of its fame, now that Eric Williams is bidding for 100 million, it must be bought. You have earned all your life. Not so much money," Britney's brother, Brian Spears, who has already attended high school, said.

"100 million, that's still it," Britney spit out her tongue. She is now signing with Disney Children's Channel. The monthly salary is only $8,000, and 100 million is astronomical for her.

Jamie Spears, who is sitting on the sofa pretending to watch TV, has been listening to her daughter’s story today. He has been thinking about the Rolls-Royce luxury car that he just sent Britney back. Whether one can own one day, and hear the number of one billion dollars in his son’s mouth, can’t help but secretly swear.

But in her arms, Lynn Spears, who is still less than a year old and is feeding her baby, said with a smile: "Who said it is impossible, if our family can become a big star like Michael Jackson, it will certainly earn One hundred million dollars."

Michael Jackson is now the idol of the younger generation in the United States, and 16-year-old Brian Spears is no exception. I heard my mother say this. Retorted: "Michael is a genius. How can Bob compare with him," Brian said, seeing his sister's expression of glare at himself, and immediately said: "But, of course, if Bubu wants to live in the sharp corner of the manor. It's also very easy, just be a girlfriend of Eric Williams."

"Brian, don't talk nonsense. How old is your sister," Lynn Spears glanced at his son.

Brian Spears smiled and said: "I heard that Eric Williams likes Little Lolita. You didn't read the news two years ago."

"You are nonsense, those are the ones that they deliberately discredited Eric." Britney also remembered the turmoil two years ago. She was very fond of Eric, and heard her brother say so. Immediately retorted.

"Why do I have nonsense, if he doesn't like you, why would you invite you to visit the Sharp Corner Manor. Bob. Eric Williams is a rich man, if you become his girlfriend. Our family is at least also Can move into Beverly Hills without having to squeeze into this small apartment."

Britney was a bit dumb, but when she thought of her brother's possibility, her face suddenly became rosy, and Xiao Nizi, who was first opened, was very fond of Eric.

"Shut up, Brian, no more nonsense, you are not allowed to watch TV, go back to the house to do your homework," Lynn Spears, some of the sons who are not accustomed to the son's eagerness to sell their sisters, and raise their voices. The Spears family is just an ordinary person who has just moved from a small place to Los Angeles. Without much entanglement of interest, Linn Spears has not evolved into a wonderful mother who later made a book by selling her daughter to make money.

However, Jamies Pearce, who had been silent, heard the words of his son, and there was an unconscious intention in his heart.

Early the next morning, the Spears had breakfast. Jamie Spears was going to send Britney to record the show, and took her daughter back to the room to change clothes. Lynn Spears said to her husband: "Jamie, You should go find a job, we can't always rely on the salary of a cloth to live alone."

Jamie Spears immediately showed an impatient look, apparently this was not the first time he heard this.

Jamie Spears was originally a construction worker in a small city in Louisiana. If the local mix in Louisiana is not bad, it’s basically useless to come to Grand Los Angeles, and Jamie Pierce is not a diligent person, and he is even more disdainful and does the same inferior work as the Mexicans who sneaked into it.

"Let's wait, wait for some more money, I plan to open a construction company," Jamie Spears said, and he hurried out of the house and went to the garage to pick up the car.

Lynn Spears looked at her husband's perfunctory back and felt helpless and sighed. When she saw her daughter coming out of the room, she stepped forward to dress up for Britney and sent her daughter to the car before returning to the house to do housework.

Bringing Britney to Disney's studio, Jamie Spears drove a car and went to a bar.

"Hey, Jamie, is it still the same?" Some older bosses behind the bar greeted with enthusiasm.

"Of course," Jamie Spears said, sitting down at the bar and greeting a few regular guests around him.

The boss quickly handed over a glass of beer with a plate of peanuts.

The hanging TV in the bar is broadcasting news. As one of the most popular news recently, the topic of Firefly's acquisition of Disney is still frequently appearing on the small screen.

Listening to the introduction of the firefly to Disney on the TV, Jamie Spears, a middle-aged fat man on the left hand, swayed his head and said: "Five hundred million, it is hard to imagine that a 20-year-old boy can have fifty. Billion, that is how much money."

The other person immediately laughed and said: "You are a lazy goods that lie to unemployment supplies. Of course, you can't imagine that five billion yuan is a big sum of money. Tell you, even if you spend at a speed of 500,000 US dollars a day, it is enough. You have spent thirty years."

There was a sneer sound around immediately. Although it was not a serious person to go to the bar during the morning without working, the middle-aged fat man was obviously ridiculed by everyone.

Fat man laughs and laughs, look at Jamie Spears: "Jami, I heard that your daughter is playing in Disney. I don't know if I can meet Eric Williams. If I can be Eric Williams James picks up the movie, and your family is developed."

"Yeah, yeah, I saw the little actor who played "Little Ghosts" in the newspaper some time ago. The one is now, it is beautiful."

Because of the inner vanity, Jamie Spears proudly said: "Tell you, my daughter went to the estate of Eric Williams last night."

"really?"

"It won't be a lie."

"Jamie, don't talk nonsense, how can Eric Williams invite your little girl to be a guest."

"..."

Jamie Spears listened to a questioning voice around him. Coupled with a large half of beer, some red-faced big voice: "There is nothing to lie. Last night my family's gimmick was sent back by Rolls Royce."

Seeing that Jamie Spears is not lying, the surrounding curious alcoholic people are all around, asking questions, and the vanity of Jamies Pierce has been met with a lot of satisfaction. After seeing the corner of the mansion, Nie began to talk nonsense, and the reason why Eric invited a group of teenagers to be a guest came down to his fancy.

"Hey, Jamie. How big is your family's gimmick, how can Eric Williams see it?"

"That is. So big Nizi, no chest and no ass, haha."

"This can be said, the rich people are not weird, Eric Williams is not old enough, like the little girl is strange."

A bunch of people talk nonsense, and gradually the words become more and more vulgar, and the words are more and more unscrupulous. The young man in his twenties who is tired in the corner of the bar is somewhat disgusted with the big guys. But when I heard Eric’s name, I immediately raised my spirit.

The young man named Cole Anderson, a paparazzi of the New York Post, Cole Anderson’s scandal of stealing a small star last night, stayed outside an apartment in Burbank last night, and ended up with nothing. The small bar was going to have a drink, then went back to the hotel to sleep, but did not expect to hear a very 'material' news.

Jamie Spears chatted with everyone for an hour or two, drank a few beers, and then looked down and decided to leave. Just out of the bar, he was stopped by Cole Anderson.

"Hello, Mr. Jamie Spears, my name is Cole Anderson, a reporter for The New York Post. Can you delay your time?"

Jamie Spears asked impatiently: "What?"

"This is the case. I just heard that your daughter went to Eric Williams's house last night and didn't know if I could do an interview."

Although Jamie Spears drank a lot, but he was not drunk, his mind was still awake, he heard the other person interviewing himself, and his brain quickly made a few laps, extending two fingers: "Two thousand."

Cole Anderson squatted, and a smile appeared in the corner of his mouth. The greedy guy in front of him had some lions, but it was very suitable for the paparazzi.

"Mr. Spears, two thousand pieces are simply impossible. I can't get two thousand dollars for a special report, up to two hundred."

Jamie Spears seems to be insulted, slightly raising his voice: "Two hundred, you send the meal, it is Eric Williams, the billionaire billionaire."

Cole Anderson had a patient smile on his face: "Mr. Spears, Eric Williams is a tens of billions of people, and that has nothing to do with me. I am just a reporter who writes a few news stories, two hundred. This price is very reasonable."

The two bargained a bit, and finally determined the price of five hundred dollars. Cole Anderson did not bring Jamie Spears back to the bar, but instead found an open-air cafe.

At the insistence of Jamies Pierce, Cole Anderson first paid the other party for five hundred dollars, and then took out the tape recorder and started the interview.

Jamie Spears was immersed in the pleasure of the 'white 捡' of five hundred dollars, and even if he was awake, the lonely city could not find the trap of Cole Anderson's problems. It took half an hour to complete the ‘interview’ and both of them left with satisfaction.

Back to the residence, Cole Anderson, who had not slept overnight, was so excited that it took a whole morning and soon produced a lace scandal, inviting Eric to invite Mickey Mouse Club’s teenagers to the sharp corner manor. Sitting on a misinterpretation, although not stated, the words and sentences allow the reader to guide Eric to the direction of Lolita.

The New York Post has always relied on sensationalism, gossip and celebrity scandals and selling points. Its paparazzi are very familiar with the tricks of splashing dirty water on the celebrities and avoiding legal risks, and the celebrities who are smeared are often I can't say it because I can't win even if I sue the other party, but things will definitely get worse.

This article was quickly sent back to the headquarters of the New York Post and passed a layer of review and fell to the desk of the New York Post editor Mars Allen.

Mars Allen saw at a glance that if this report was published, it would definitely bring Eric troubles. However, compared to the bottom of the paparazzi who are only responsible for collecting news, Mars Allen has considered more. The United States seems to be an excessive freedom of speech. Even the president can arbitrarily use it to ridicule. However, in fact, any newspaper knows that those subjects cannot be touched, and those minefields need to be evaded.

Take the report in front of you. If it was a few years ago, it will be sent out. But Eric is now not only the owner of the Firefly Group, but also has a close working relationship with the New York Post’s Home News Group, not to mention Mars Allen’s understanding of Eric and Elizabeth’s. With his understanding of Eric's love affairs, Mars Allen feels that this pair of men and women is unlikely to come together, but who knows about the future, if it comes out to annoy Eric, then take the lead Dok, his editor is likely to lose his job.

However, Eric as a national topic, if the "New York Post" will not mention Eric's anecdote later, it will certainly lose a lot of attention. Besides, after the Firefly's acquisition of Disney was promoted to one of the Big Seven, it also formed a competitive relationship with Fox. Perhaps Murdoch himself would also consider properly suppressing Eric Williams.

After considering it for a long time, Mars Allen finally decided to pass this article to Murdoch himself to test Murdoch's attitude. (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!

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