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After settling Eminem, Leon declined Dre's enthusiastic invitation.
Usually, similar private celebrity orgies have to go on until the middle of the night, sometimes lasting three days and three nights, which is not uncommon.
Forgetting all worries, soaking in the ocean of alcohol and butts.
Women are an important source of inspiration for rappers. Without chests and butts, at least half of the rappers would never write songs again.
There was one last thing left unsettled on this trip to Los Angeles. He had to meet Jeff personally to solve the casting problem of The Great Gatsby.
He regarded this as an "obedience test" for Jeff.
If even this small matter cannot be done, the plan to rob money from Warner's IP treasure trove through collaboration from inside and outside is doomed to fail.
The two had already communicated yesterday and agreed to meet at a celebrity charity dinner at the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills tonight.
Leon originally didn't plan to show his face on such occasions, but Jeff's words changed his mind.
"It's okay to be a loner freak in the music circle, as long as you speak with your works. But absolutely not in Hollywood. Socializing is part of the job for filmmakers. There will be many heavyweights at the charity dinner tonight; Leonardo and Baz will also be there!"
He pondered carefully and felt it made some sense. He could attend the dinner, but charity is impossible, not even a cent.
After returning to his home in Beverly Hills, he picked out a set of black hoodies from the wardrobe.
Besides the Adidas tracksuit, the black hoodie is now one of his most frequently worn outfits.
The style with a cross printed on the back was designed by him personally. Fans ask how to buy this outfit on social media every day.
He once thought about taking this opportunity to use this set of clothes as a new model of the Yeezy series to make a big fortune from fans, but he really has no energy to take care of the clothing business at present.
The second batch of a total of 500,000 pairs of Yeezy shoes will be listed before Christmas this year. At that time, he will inevitably participate in various promotional activities and fashion weeks of Adidas.
Leon fluffed his hair in the mirror and hung a dazzling diamond necklace around his neck. This was a gift from Taylor to celebrate the relocation of Apocalypse Music.
Made entirely of platinum and more than 1,000 tiny diamonds, tailor-made in the shape of a lion's head with a crown.
Previously, he always disliked this chain for being too exaggerated, but it matched the black hoodie exceptionally well.
Paired with the Knicks championship ring and the "Overseas" big gold watch, every detail from head to toe revealed the temperament of a nouveau riche rapper.
At 6:50, Leon arrived at the parking lot of the Four Seasons Hotel in a black Bentley prepared by Jeff.
As soon as the car door opened, the flashlights pounced like a pack of hungry wolves.
His movements in the entertainment industry have been too big recently—the finals of The Rap of America are about to be staged, intervening in the melodramatic romance between Eminem and Mariah Carey, and the public tearing with Will Smith made the paparazzi blossom with joy.
"Mr. Will Smith just walked the red carpet half an hour ago. Will you talk to him face to face?"
"Can you talk about Ready Player One? Why did you choose an unknown British girl?"
"Miss Heard sprayed you as a pedophile pervert on a podcast program. Don't you plan to respond?"
Leon ignored these fly-like annoying reporters. He came with a mission tonight and had no mood to give them more camera time.
Hands in pockets, head buried low, pushing away the lenses almost reaching his face, he walked expressionlessly across the red carpet until a short reporter's question made him completely unable to hold it—"Mr. Leon, why did you suddenly attack Nick Cannon? Some people speculate that you and Mariah Carey have an affair. Is this true?"
Leon almost laughed out loud. Mariah Carey is already 41 years old. The age gap between the two can produce a child in college.
The hotel lobby had been decorated in advance. Slogans and posters related to the theme of this dinner—"Female Power"—could be seen everywhere.
The Democratic Party vigorously promotes political correctness in the film and television industry. Major film distributors and investors have submitted petitions to show their loyalty.
All funds raised at this banquet will be donated to the NOW International Women's Association, the second-largest feminist organization in the US.
To support them in launching equal rights movements in states across the US, including but not limited to the "Free the Nipple Movement" and "Free the Pussy Movement."
Just like all dinners in Hollywood, women wearing tight evening dresses walked through the crowd holding champagne, looking for valuable directors or investors.
Men in suits and leather shoes talked in low voices, with hypocritical smiles on their faces, talking about movies and stocks.
Leon locked onto Jeff at a glance. He was standing in the center of the hall, chatting and laughing with several film company executives.
Jeff saw him, waved, and walked over quickly. "Leon, you finally arrived. See? Almost half of Hollywood's celebrities are gathered here."
Looking in the direction of his finger, superstars on the big screen could be seen everywhere within reach.
Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, Captain America Chris Evans, red-hot WWE wrestler The Rock...
Will Smith and Leonardo, who had a grudge against him, were also in the crowd. The latter's eyes intentionally dodged.
Leon clinked glasses with Jeff and dragged him through the crowd to a corner by the window.
It was slightly quieter here. He went straight to the point and said, "Let's go, let's talk about some business."
Jeff raised his eyebrows, leaning on the windowsill, gently shaking the wine glass in his hand. "I know what you want to say. A few days ago, I already clarified my attitude with Baz on the phone. You can't imagine how bluntly I spoke, but Leonardo is very firm. He wants to act with an actress who can sleep with him."
"That's not what I want to talk about now." Leon waved his hand.
"Then what do you want to say?"
"The change procedures for Apocalypse Pictures at the New York Tax Bureau have been completed. We should inject capital into the company according to the shareholding ratio..."
Jeff shook his head while laughing. "I thought you were going to say something else."
"I'm not joking; this is very important." Leon looked serious. "Listen, this is not my company alone. You are also the boss. We must bear equal responsibility. James has already agreed. The three of us will increase capital by $2 million for the company according to the shareholding ratio to maintain its daily operation."
Even if he didn't take the initiative to mention this matter, Jeff wouldn't be stingy on such principled issues.
The reason why he intentionally mentioned it at this time and deliberately strengthened the concept of "responsibility" was to imprint in Jeff's mind—the roles of wage earner and boss are two concepts.
"I understand, you damn miser. I will ask my financial advisor to transfer the money to the company account tomorrow morning." Jeff sighed.
"Very good." Leon took the opportunity to put his arm around his shoulder and pointed in Leonardo's direction. "Now is a good opportunity. How about we talk to him together?"
"Buddy, I advise you not to cause trouble here." Jeff looked resistant. "The host of this party is Weinstein. You know his power in Hollywood; don't offend him."
Miramax Films founded by Weinstein is the most successful independent film company in Hollywood, participating in the production of more than 200 films in the past 30 years.
Including many film history classics such as Malèna, Pulp Fiction, Chicago, and The Departed.
Weinstein made independent films a trend in Hollywood and even the world film industry. Major film companies dared not underestimate independent films since then.
After selling the company to Disney in 1993, he stepped into the ranks of top Hollywood tycoons in one fell swoop.
"I understand. Don't worry, I'm not Will Smith; I can't do such undignified things as slapping others in public." Saying that, Leon walked towards Leonardo and Baz with a wine glass.
Jeff could only sigh helplessly: Slapping? Your methods are much richer than this.
The dck tattoo on rapper MGK's face flashed in his mind. Such an outrageous thing had never happened in the entertainment industry.
After multiple laser cleanings, a faint dck mark still remained on his face. No woman was willing to kiss his young and handsome cheeks.
Because the assailants wore hoods when he was stuffed into the van that day, MGK couldn't find anyone to sue even if he wanted to, but he knew very well that the thugs who left a permanent mark on his face were Leon's men.
Leonardo was flirting vigorously with actress Gal Gadot. Seeing Leon walking towards him from the corner of his eye, his heart skipped a beat immediately.
"Excuse me, Miss Gadot; I have to go to the restroom."
Before he could take two steps, he was stopped by Leon. "Long time no see, Leonardo. Sorry for stealing your limelight at the last charity auction. If you have a favorite item this time, I won't snatch it."
Leonardo coughed twice, straightened his lapel with his back to Leon, and kept repeating to himself in his heart: Maintain grace, Leonardo... That kid is only 21; he is just a nouveau riche hooligan, not Al Capone...
The psychological suggestion worked quickly. He turned around and took the initiative to extend his right hand, with a signature smile on his face. "Not at all, friend. It's all to improve the lives of African children. The love you showed makes me feel ashamed. Everyone can see your heart of gold."
Jeff listened silently beside him. As the provider of the Elder Wand, he knew the value of this broken wood better than anyone.
Rick Harrison, the star of Pawn Stars and a famous collector, stated in a talk show that he was willing to buy the Elder Wand for $2 million at any time, provided its owner Leon agreed.
"Your grace is admirable. You are consistent with the image on the screen, a true gentleman." Leon squinted and smiled. "Hope we have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."
Leonardo's heart skipped a beat again: Cooperate with you devil?
The report in the Los Angeles Times a few months ago completely exposed the dirty history of "Street Jesus'" rise to fortune. The whole article pointed out one theme—"betrayal."
Cooperating with Leon means being mentally prepared to be backstabbed.
In his world, any relationship is a hype tool that can be used. Family today, maybe mortal enemy tomorrow, staging a scene of street reality.
Although thinking so in his heart, on the surface he still squeezed out an awkward smile. "Sure, sure..."
Under Leonardo's extremely uncomfortable state, Leon forcibly chatted with him for ten minutes, and during the period asked Jeff to call director Baz over.
After swallowing a mouthful of champagne, he began to point out the theme. "The Great Gatsby is an immortal classic in the history of American literature. I don't know how many times I have read this novel. I wish your movie success in advance. After it is released, I will definitely book a theater to watch it."
Baz nodded repeatedly, the micro-expression on his face betraying his true thoughts. He had already guessed what Leon was going to say next.
Just as he thought, Leon sprayed the heroine. "I don't think Carey Mulligan can play the role of Daisy well. She is not the blonde Barbie doll in the audience's imagination, and has no topic degree. Margot Robbie would be a better choice. Listen, this is not because I dated her. Her achievements are obvious to all. Faded has been on the Billboard for almost a year. Her achievements in the film industry will only be better than in music."
"Frankly speaking, I also appreciate Miss Robbie very much." Baz winked helplessly at Leonardo.
As an Australian, of course, he is more willing to support his fellow countryman.
Although Robbie has achieved remarkable success in her music career, she hasn't had any big screen works in Hollywood yet, and her salary is even lower than Carey Mulligan's.
Baz's own production company also participated in the investment of this movie. No investor can refuse achieving big things with small money.
But Leonardo is the biggest obstacle in front of him.
To get the long-desired Oscar, he accepted the film contract for $20 million.
Such remuneration is already a floor price for Leonardo, a member of the "$20 Million Club."
In Inception, he received a terrifying remuneration totaling $60 million, including box office sharing and DVD sales sharing.
Baz knew very well that without Leonardo, The Great Gatsby is a masterpiece movie destined to flop. Therefore, he dared not replace the heroine even under pressure from Warner Bros.
Jeff raised his eyebrows at Leon, with an expression as if saying: Don't blame big brother for not putting in effort on this matter.
Seeing Baz's embarrassment, Leon continued: "Mr. Jeff is also very optimistic about Robbie's value. Her popularity accumulated in the music scene will be an important boost for the box office."
"That's right." Jeff echoed.
"If Robbie doesn't join, Mr. Jeff might reduce the promotional resources for this movie..." Leon said with a grin.
"What?" Baz almost thought he heard wrong, unable to help looking at Jeff.
Jeff never thought this was Leon's obedience test for him, and could only shake his head while laughing.
Struggling in the film industry for more than thirty years, he always used others as guns. He didn't expect that one day he would become that gun.
What's more excessive is doing it right in front of his face.
Things having come to this, he could only play along with his partner. Silence is the greatest support for Leon.
Seeing Jeff didn't state his position, and associating with the intimate cooperative relationship between him and Leon, Baz had no doubt about the warning of reducing movie promotional resources.
Considering that this is a major event affecting the movie box office, and he invested tens of millions of dollars in The Great Gatsby, he had to re-examine the issue of the heroine.
"Leonardo, I sincerely think Miss Robbie would be a better choice..." Baz unhesitatingly threw the blame on Leonardo.
Ten thousand alpacas ran through the other party's heart.
Actually, accepting the proposal to change the heroine is no loss for him, at most losing the opportunity to be passionately intimate with the heroine on set.
But if he refuses, inferring from various rumors about Leon, he will definitely suffer some kind of retaliation.
No one wants to offend this street fierce man who is advancing triumphantly in both the film and music industries.
"I know you are in a difficult position, buddies, but this matter will be rewarded. Leon Smith always pays his debts; I swear to God." Leon said while pointing to Will not far away. "Similarly, I am never soft when collecting debts."
Leonardo quickly swallowed half a glass of champagne to calm down, his mind full of how to get rid of this maddening street bastard.
Anyone targeted by him will turn into fuel for hyping black traffic, unable to shake off even if they want to.
Even as a first-line superstar, he has no way to deal with this. Muhammad Ali wouldn't want to duel with a madman covered in mud.
"Why not?" Leonardo forced a smile. "I was optimistic about Robbie from the beginning. We accumulated a deep friendship during the filming of The Wolf of Wall Street. No one would dislike this girl."