For example, if you take a look at the Western media, do any of them dare to publicly report and publicize some news and information that is unfavorable to the consortium?
Well, what they dare to report are just some small shrimps. They are extremely wealthy people, but they are far from being considered a consortium.
Hearing Old Martinson’s question, Steve ran over in a hurry: “Old Mr. Martinson, I’m here!”
He came to a stop a few meters in front of old Martinson's wheelchair, standing there respectfully, motionless.
He is somewhat of a big director in Hollywood, a free country. Well, although his hobby is filming wilderness survival programs, this is just his hobby.
His true identity is a T0 Hollywood director. To be honest, after reaching this stage, although it is difficult to further become a small capital party, he is already a small group of people standing on the Hollywood pyramid.
In the past, no matter who met him, they would treat him with respect, because with the power of capital, he could really decide the fate of any superstar.
Yes, even the biggest superstar, in his eyes, is just a tool artist making money.
Perhaps you can make money for Steve, but only if you don't offend him, otherwise Steve will not hesitate to take advantage of him to establish his authority.
Money can be earned, but if his majesty and prestige are lost, his reputation as a well-known director will plummet, and no one will take him seriously.
Others will not allow anyone to dare to challenge their authority, and they will unite to block that person.
So, no celebrity artist will deny Steve face, because the person who doesn't give face has left Hollywood.
But now, Steve, who had been stood in front of him like this before by others, now stood in front of old Martinson with a more humble attitude.
"Hello, Mr. Martinson, what are your orders?" Steve's voice was full of respect.
Because it sounds very...flattery at first glance.
Old Martinson pointed at him: "Director Steve, please put me in the show."
Although the words seemed to be a polite request, the tone was condescending and arrogant.
It’s more of a command than a request.
Steve did not dare to refute what Old Martinson said, but lowered his head and said: "Yes, no problem sir."
Old Martinson nodded with satisfaction, tilted his head and motioned to the graceful hot girl next to him, telling her to do something.
The hot girl understood what Old Martinson meant and stepped forward and handed over a business card: "Director Steve, it's Mr. Martinson's birthday party in one month."
“The banquet will need several performances and some reception staff. Director Steve can arrange it..."
“In addition, this is an invitation letter, welcoming Director Steve to be a guest at Old Martinson’s birthday party.”
She smiled with a hint of arrogance and spoke in a polite but very... rude tone.
But Steve didn't pay attention to her tone at all. Instead, he looked at the invitation handed over by the hot girl in disbelief, and then quickly accepted it.
He didn’t expect that his dream of becoming a director would be realized so easily... This...
This made him feel extremely excited. Although it was just an invitation to a party, it itself represented a signal: Steve, I am covered by the Martinson Consortium!
With this signal, people outside will naturally accept Steve into the circle of his dreams, and others will also be willing to take him to play.
It should be said that as soon as Steve attends this party, he is no longer a simple big director, but a small capital.
Old Martinson glanced at him, now that you have taken your things, should you do something?
Steve understood: "Old Mr. Martinson, welcome to the show."
Old Martinson nodded lightly: "Well, let's go make arrangements."
“Yeah, okay.” Steve nodded quickly, and then went to make arrangements.
Hmm, but it is quite easy for the program team to insert a person. After all, this program is entirely his own.
He is the only one in control of the management and the director. He originally filmed this show just to satisfy his hobbies. Who knew it would become a small hit later on?
Now, it is no longer a small hit. The lucky program team was selected by Adams. Now this program has a certain reputation around the world.
If we take advantage of this opportunity and work well, it is estimated that it will become a world-famous survival adventure program and an evergreen tree in this type of program.
The premise is that the program team will not be corrupted from its original intention. Like some domestic variety shows, the entire program will become nondescript.
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Old Martinson was sitting in a wheelchair, and the people around him immediately gave him a bottle of oral liquid. Although Old Martinson was in better health, it was still too reluctant to participate in such a wilderness survival program.
He can only rely on the Marrow Cleansing Spring to continuously gain energy. When drinking the Marrow Cleansing Spring, the body will feel excited, the physical strength will be quickly replenished, and the body will have some slight strengthening.
After all, this is a marrow-cleansing spring, and its greatest function is to cleanse menstruation and cut marrow, not to prolong life.
As far as marrow-washing springs are concerned, he has a lot of them. At least ten marrow-washing springs can be supplied to him every day to ensure that he has strong energy.
The reason why I want to be on this show is because Old Martinson discovered something. It seems that everyone is talking about the relationship between Chen Chu and the president.
This made him frown and felt very uncomfortable.
Everyone thinks that Adams and Chen Chu are good friends, but what about him?
Although this will not affect his relationship with Chen Chu, the impact of public opinion will greatly affect Chen Chu himself. Once he also thinks that he has a better relationship with Adams...
Old Martinson was forced to come.
Old Martinson recovered his thoughts, took the marrow-cleansing spring and drank it in one gulp. His energy was suddenly lifted, and he felt much better physically.
At this time Steve trotted back: "Old Mr. Martinson, the arrangements are made..."
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Chen Chu and Adams returned to the temporary camp with their harvest, and Rogers and others had already begun preparing today's breakfast.
But at this moment, a small sampan sailed up from the beach in the distance. Everyone put down their work and turned their heads to look over.
“It seems like... someone from the program team, right?”
Everyone suddenly looked confused, not knowing what was going on.
Only Adams' face darkened, looking a little uncomfortable.
Chen Chu may have guessed something. Could it be that old Martinson is really coming?
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. (End of chapter)