Eric told all the things that have happened these days on the phone to his own guesses. Jeffrey from New York also realized the seriousness of the matter and said that he would return to Los Angeles tomorrow morning.

After hanging up the phone, Eric sat alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and continued to daze. As the sunset completely sank to the sea level, the living room without lights dimmed. The little girl didn't know where she went crazy and didn't get instructions. The servants of the manor would not take the initiative to enter here, so Eric was the only one in the villa, which seemed silent and empty.

I don't know how long it took, but the walkie-talkie in the living room rang. After Eric got up and pressed the call button, the voice of the manor security guard came: "Mr. Williams, a man named Arnon Carpenter is here to visit."

Eric asked in confusion: "I don't know such a person. Did the other party tell me what he wants?"

The security guard said: "No, but he said he was the 'messenger'."

"Message," Eric repeated in a low voice, soon thought of something, and said to the security guard: "Let him come in."

"Okay, Mr. Williams," the opposite side said, ending the call.

Eric turned on all the lights in the living room. The originally dim living room quickly became as bright as daytime. Then Eric walked towards the study.

A few minutes later, a gentle and gentle white man with glasses walked in with a black leather bag, looking around at the gorgeous decoration inside the mansion in the bright light, and letting out a few low praises. Although he knew that he might never be able to own such a mansion in his life, he felt a little deformed feeling of self-satisfaction when thinking about what he was going to do today.

Seeing that there was no Eric in the living room, the man had no intention of being polite at all, and walked to the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window and sat down, looking at the shimmering sea outside the window, waiting patiently for the owner to appear.

After a while, Eric walked out of the study and saw the strange man who had already sat on the sofa, frowned slightly. But he soon returned to his calmness and walked towards the strange man.

Hearing the footsteps, the man stood up, but did not move his footsteps, and stood there waiting for Eric to approach, then reached out and introduced himself: "Hello, Mr. Williams, my name is Arnon Carpenter."

Eric reached out to shake the other party, but did not say anything. Seeing that Arnon Carpenter didn't care about his coldness. Just as he was about to continue sitting down in his original position, Eric said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Carpenter, this is my favorite position. Please sit there."

Arnon Carpenter's expression changed, but a sneer quickly hung on his face, and stood up as if he was so cool, "As you wish, Mr. Williams."

Eric sat down in the position that Arnon gave up, and then looked at Arnon Caput, who was sitting opposite him, and said, "I heard that you are the 'messenger', so let's talk about your purpose."

Arnon Carpenter did not speak at the first time. Instead, he pulled open the bag he carried with him, took out a stack of photos from it, and pushed it in front of Eric: "Mr. Williams. You can take a look at these first."

Eric took a thick stack of photos and saw the first photo of Drew curled up in his arms like a kitten. The photo was taken at the entrance of the Malibu Manor a few weeks ago. The little girl shouted that she hit her knees.

Eric's heart flashed with a glimpse of his feelings that day, and it was true that someone was following him and photographing him secretly. Then, maybe he had no other feelings over the past few days.

Although he was very shocked, Eric still looked through the next photos quietly, except for the "intimate photos" between him and Drew. No woman who had contact with him was spared, and the time span was a whole year. There were even many photos Eric didn't remember at all, and needed to remember carefully to roughly remember the time and place of the incident. Moreover, these photos were taken very cleverly, making people know that the relationship between men and women in the photos were ambiguous at first glance.

After seeing the photos, Eric immediately confirmed that this matter was inseparable from Fox, because Murdoch once admitted in person that a reporter from the News Corp., the New York Post, had been following him and Nicole for several months. Moreover, there were even photos of him and Nicole in this stack, but he and Elizabeth. If these were the works of other forces, then wouldn’t the relationship between the newly-rised famous director and the daughter of the media tycoon be exposed to cause a more sensation?

However, although Fox can be seen from the photos, Eric is sure that things will not be that simple. If the News Corp. wanted to use these tricks to force him to submit, the result would be to push him to other forces, neither Murdoch nor Barry Diller could be so stupid.

He threw the photo in his hand on the coffee table in front of him, Eric raised his head and stared coldly at Arnon Carpenter opposite him: "What does this mean?"

Arnon Carpenter dodged Eric's indifferent to freezing eyes and said, "Mr. Williams, this is what you asked knowingly."

Eric said without a trace of turbulence: "Do you think these tricks can affect me?"

Arnon Carpenter said: "It depends on whether my boss is willing or not. Mr. Williams, you have to understand that many famous figures like you in Hollywood history may have flashed like a meteor because of one or two scandals that were originally inconspicuous. Do you need my help to list a few?"

Eric said in a deep voice: "The women in the photos are all in love with you. When it is exposed, I am just a playboy by the public at most. There are not many playboys in Hollywood."

Arnon Carpenter sneered and sat upright, saying, "Mr. Williams, the 'public' you call is the most foolish group. What kind of person they will treat you as depends on what kind of person the media that controls public opinion wants them to treat you as. And the person who asked me to pass the message just controls a large part of the public opinion media in North America. So, these photos are enough to make you notorious. Moreover, this is just the beginning. After a small trouble, there will be even greater trouble waiting for you."

Hearing Arnon Carpenter say this, a strange look flashed in Eric's eyes, but he quickly covered the emotion and said in a slightly angry tone: "Mr. Carpenter, can you tell me the boss behind you, or who the bosses are?"

Seeing that Eric was finally irritated by himself, Arnon Carpenter said proudly: "Mr. Williams, how could you not guess that you are so smart?"

"Okay," Eric continued, "So, tell me what are their conditions?"

"Forty percent of Firefly Film Company shares," Arnon Carpenter said this as if he was an endorsed, and then said: "Look, Mr. Williams, the boss who sent me to pass the message is not greedy at all. If you give up 40% of Firefly shares, then you are still the largest shareholder of Firefly. But if you disagree, when everything starts and want my boss to stop, the price will be far more than that."

Eric snorted coldly. Forty percent of the shares did not seem to be greedy. However, if he lost the forty percent of the shares and subtracted the three percent of the shares transferred to Jeffrey not long ago, he only had 42 percent left. Although he was still the largest shareholder of Firefly, he could not achieve absolute control.

Although Robert Shay has a mediocre talent, she has always been a person with very strong power. If those people get 40% of the shares and promise what Robert Shay wants, Eric can be sure that Robert Shay will definitely turn to the other party, and at that time, Eric will also lose control of the fireflies.

After the merger with the new line, although Firefly, which has a movie distribution channel, has not reached the scale of the seven giants, it has initially gained the prototype of developing into a movie giant. Once the control of Firefly is lost, Eric is sure that it will be difficult for him to develop a film company with a complete distribution channel under the joint suppression of the seven major film companies. In addition, in addition, the arrival of the 1990s, the film companies and media groups will usher in the trend of integration. At that time, facing the film giants that merged with the media group, Eric will only be thrown away further and further. Even if he can still shoot big movies, he will no longer have the ability to bargain with those film companies. In the end, he will only become a chess piece of a large group, rather than a player who can control the chess game.

Thinking about this clearly, Eric didn't want to be silenced with the other party, a stranger, and directly issued an order to expel him: "Mr. Carpenter, right? Let's tell your boss when you want fireflies, come and get them and try to get them."

Arnon Carpenter's expression was even more proud, and then said, "Mr. Williams, my boss had guessed in advance that you would be young and energetic and rejected this suggestion directly, so he asked me to tell you that you still have a day to consider tomorrow, so calm down and think about it carefully. Look, this villa is so gorgeous and luxurious. If you want to maintain everything here, your annual expenditure will probably not be less than one million dollars, right?"
Chapter completed!