classifiedscript Chapter 57 The Rich Country's Party
Chapter 57 The Rich Country's Party
Chapter 57 The Rich Country's Party
As the cold December wind swept across Hollywood Walk of Fame, the entire film industry was as restless as boiling lava.
The Christmas season has always been a fiercely competitive battleground, with major film companies releasing their blockbuster films in an effort to achieve impressive results in the year-end box office competition.
This year's Christmas film season is unprecedentedly exciting, with both established and emerging forces vying for dominance. In addition to the seven major Hollywood studios, films released by production companies like New Line Cinema, which have gained a reputation in recent years, are also attracting much attention.
However, no one expected that this Hollywood giant, which had no MGM films in its Christmas lineup, would successfully steal everyone's attention, becoming even more exciting than the movie's plot.
First, the company's CEO, Robert Iger, was dismissed by the board of directors, followed by the chairman Ernst's voluntary resignation.
The upheaval at the top was like a violent hurricane, instantly sweeping through this Hollywood giant.
MGM, which had seen a slight improvement thanks to the success of "The Man from Earth," has once again fallen into a state of gloom and uncertainty.
"Something's not right."
At the MGM Grand Hotel in Las Vegas, Cochrane stroked his chin, lost in thought.
Sitting next to him was Wilholman, the MGM independent director who proposed removing Robert Iger, and two other MGM independent directors.
In fact, the proposal to remove Robert Iger was orchestrated by Cocklean. He never expected it to succeed; he simply wanted to give Ernst a hard time and dampen his growing prestige at MGM.
It's no secret at MGM that the independent directors are either their own people or people who are on good terms with them.
The remaining board members are all opportunists; they'll side with whoever brings them the most benefits.
Cockerell had no intention of giving up on MGM, the film giant. Although Ernst had cheated him, he didn't think much of this playboy.
He firmly believed that in less than two years, this arrogant and spoiled brat would obediently admit defeat and hand over MGM at an even lower price.
But who would have thought that MGM would produce such a low-budget super hit as "The Man from Earth" under his control, allowing Ernst to establish his authority.
So Cockerell got a little restless and decided to give those board members a warning, reminding them not to forget his influence at MGM.
But the current situation is somewhat incomprehensible to him; Ernst not only agreed to the dismissal, but also gave up his position as chairman.
"Are you trying to force him to resign?" Wilhoman asked, expressing his thoughts.
Using someone else's strength to his advantage, eliminating those people Koklian had planted—this is not hard to guess.
The key question is, how can the other party guarantee that it can obtain the support of a large number of shareholders?
The success of one movie is not enough to make these cunning shareholders completely switch sides. If Cockerill takes back control of MGM in the future, those who have chosen sides will become the targets of attack.
Moreover, these independent directors have a good reputation over the years and have gained the trust of many shareholders.
Although MGM is not as glorious as it once was, the management team selected by the board of directors has been able to bring stable returns to shareholders every year.
Koklian snorted coldly, "If he thinks he can use this to force a change of heart, then I have overestimated this little guy."
"Robert Iger's cost-cutting measures at MGM have affected the interests of many people, and this is a loss that cannot be made up for by one or two movies."
Reducing unnecessary administrative staff and expenses involves a complex web of interests. Although the amount may not be large each year, it is worthwhile in the long run.
A movie? These people can still tell the difference between a full meal and a regular meal.
"Let's wait and see what happens. We'll just wait for this little guy to make his move."
Make a move? Ernst doesn't have the time for that right now.
A private, exclusive resort in San Francisco, where the salty sea breeze sweeps across the shimmering sea, coating the entire beach with flowing, silvery sand that glistens in the sunlight with a creamy sheen. As the tide recedes, it leaves behind patterns inlaid with seashells, resembling a natural relief sculpture.
On the sea, a large yacht is moored quietly beside the breakwater. Its white hull is reflected in the sunset colors where the sea and sky meet, making it as beautiful as an oil painting.
On the beach, more than twenty bikini-clad beauties laughed and played, their cheerful voices mingling with the sound of the waves, creating a lavish symphony.
"Aren't you going to go have some fun?"
An invitation came from beside me, and a slightly overweight man in his forties appeared, shirtless and wearing only beach shorts.
Ernst frowned slightly as the other person sat down beside him.
"Massim".
Ernst reached out and shook hands with the other person, but before he could introduce himself, the other person spoke first.
"I know you, the boss of MGM, the internet upstart."
This feeling was very unpleasant, making Ernst feel like he was wearing the Emperor's New Clothes, with absolutely no privacy.
This party was organized by Wells Fargo, ostensibly as a way to reward their valued customers.
Besides the two of them, there were three other people on the beach who were currently playing with the beautiful women.
It is said that a total of six people were invited, but one person had to cancel due to unforeseen circumstances.
Five men and more than twenty women were going to board a luxury yacht on the coast that night and enjoy a two-night, one-day vacation on the sea.
Ernst didn't recognize any of these people.
Logically speaking, such an invitation should come from people who are at a similar level in terms of status, wealth, and other assets.
It just goes to show how much old money is hidden in the shadows in America, and I'm being a bit narrow-minded.
In group activities, where one doesn't know the other participants but they all know one, Ernst felt very uncomfortable.
"Did you see that man with two women on his arms, his hands only reaching down to the lane?"
Ernst nodded; the old man was practically using the other man's bikini as a glove for warmth, it was hard not to notice.
"His name is Vidic, he's in the real estate business, and he's very influential in the Montana real estate industry."
He tilted his head and gestured, "That little hand that likes to pinch nipples, John Trog, owns seven investment companies."
"As for the last young man, Green, I advise you to stay away from him."
Ernst's gaze locked on the object, his curiosity piqued.
Of the five people present, three appeared to be over forty, while only Green was about the same age as himself, probably no more than thirty.
Why?
Massim's expression was playful. "You really want to hear it?"
Ernst, seemingly unconcerned, said, "I'm the boss of Hollywood."
The implication is that they've seen all sorts of perverts.
"Okay, he likes to invite people along."
She pursed her lips, thinking, "What's the big deal? I thought it was something serious."
After they started chatting, Ernst asked the question that had been bothering him.
"These women don't seem to be those call girls."
That's why Ernst has been sitting here without personally going on stage; it's because they're acting strangely.
Are they pretty? You wouldn't say they're all born to be stars, but they're all above average.
As for body shape? Some are good, some are bad. If we were choosing top models, half of them would be eliminated.
Even among prostitutes, the quality varies considerably.
Given the country's capabilities and the high standards of this party, finding a few young models and celebrities would be no problem for them, but Ernst had doubts about their identities.
"That's right, their identities are very special. There are respectable women, students, housewives, and even entrepreneurs, a wide variety of people."
"After a while, you may find that a certain celebrity on TV, a certain well-known female entrepreneur in the newspaper, or a certain athlete in the sports world, or a certain female member of parliament sitting in the parliament, is the person who once made love to you."
Ernst's eyes widened. "You guys really know how to have fun."
"Why? I mean, how did the rich country make them so willing?"
Massim's face revealed a hint of contempt and sarcasm. "The American Dream is a good thing. These are women who have encountered financial difficulties but have potential. Rich Country was going to use their loans anyway; this is just a small maneuver to collect some benefits in advance."
As expected, capitalists don't believe in tears; all they have are cold-blooded people and freeloaders.
That's why it's said that America is a giant web woven by capital, in which everyone is deeply trapped, becoming a pawn on someone else's chessboard.
I learned something new.