New York 1988

Chapter 45 Dirty
Under Han Sheng's treatment, Rutherford gradually regained his former prestige.

Last night, he had a whole night with two hot girls, and when he woke up in the morning, he felt so proud and satisfied!

That's when the call came.

He picked up the phone with a smile on his face, and a voice he was quite familiar with came from the other side.

The owner of that voice belonged to someone close to a certain important person, and he immediately lifted his spirits.

"Good morning, Mr. Rutherford!"

"Good morning, Mr. Morris!"

"Next year's mayoral election, are you ready?"

"Um," Rutherford was taken aback for a moment, and then he was overjoyed, reserved and tentative: "I don't seem to be qualified enough, so I don't have this plan yet!"

"Why are you not qualified? You have been a city councilor for six years, and you are still the chairman of a special committee of the city council," Morris finally nodded. "Is Rodriguez more senior than you? He's already preparing for the election!"

They are all human beings, and Rutherford thought of a possibility almost instantly.

After a moment of hesitation, "Um, sir, what do you mean?"

Over there, Morris just said: "My master thinks you are more suitable than Rodriguez. If you want, we will fully support you!"

Undoubtedly, this needs to be said by himself, and Rutherford has a very headache about this.

He didn't want to betray, after all, Han Sheng represented his future happy life, even the dignity of a man.

But who can resist the temptation of the mayor's throne, especially in New York with the energy of Master Morris.

After a long while, I tried to say, "I have a good relationship with Rodriguez, and his daughter's little boyfriend is even more helpful to me!"

Sure enough, his guess was right, it was really related to Han Sheng, and the other party quickly said lightly: "Didn't you already have a prescription, from now on you just need to keep taking care of it according to the prescription, is it right?" That person is not important anymore, is it?"

Rutherford instantly felt that his thoughts were clear, didn't he, he had a prescription.

Although betrayal is shameful, do politicians still have integrity?Compared with the throne of the mayor, everything is scum.

So, he nodded fiercely, "I know what to do, Mr. Morris!"

Three days later, Rutherford, who was ready, stood in front of the reporter.

"I met Vincent at the birthday party of Congressman Rodriguez's daughter. He is Christina's little boyfriend. The congressman also praised him as a little miracle doctor and recommended him to me.

I couldn't refuse, so I asked him to show me with a try attitude, and then he prescribed some strange medicines for me.

I don't understand, but based on trust, I took it for a few days according to what he said, and then I gradually felt a little uncomfortable in my body. I didn't think about it in this direction at first, but after watching the news, Cai knew about his medicine. If there is a problem, I took it to test it.

Good guy, I don’t know if I don’t look at it, but I’m startled when I see it.

What I have in my hand is the test sheet of a professional organization. Many metal elements in the medicinal materials he prescribed exceed the standard. The doctor said that this will cause huge damage to our body, and even, uh, kill us.

Because of this, I feel that as a government official, or the people who elected me based on trust, I have the responsibility to tell the public about this, so that they will not be harmed...! "

"Hurt you, Falk," Rodriguez, who was watching TV, directly smashed the wine glass in his hand.

This bastard not only didn't think of Han Sheng's kindness to treat him, but also stabbed him in the back, and even, he even cheated Rodriguez.

Because he kept saying that it was strongly recommended by Congressman Rodriguez.

Anyway, it's all turned upside down, maybe it's next year's election opponent, how can Rutherford be polite.

"Fake, Fake, Fake, I must kill you, just wait!"

Rodriguez was really angry. He called Rutherford a few days ago, and then called Han Sheng to ensure that there was no problem with them.

Good guy, now that Jewish brat is fine, but something went wrong on their side. This is simply a slap in the face.

This is really the most hateful and maddening thing.

So, after thinking about it, he had to call William.

As soon as the phone was connected, William said over there, "I saw TV, isn't it ironic, it's actually someone from our side who betrayed, what the hell, I feel like I've been stabbed in the back , Damn Falk...!"

……

Michael Crichton wrote a script about resurrecting dinosaurs in 1983, but that had the same idea as the later "Jurassic Park", that is, Han Sheng's current version.

The so-called thinking is the same, for example, the idea that aliens invade the earth.

As for this, it is the story that happened after the dinosaur was resurrected.

Everything else about the plot is almost completely different.

It was also because the script was mediocre and had no real value at all, so it was thrown aside and discarded.

The reason why he later created "Jurassic Park" again was in October 89, that is, next year, when he was discussing the script of the TV series "Emergency Room" with Spielberg, he accidentally saw a story about South American dinosaurs. Fossil Basin news, and then chatted, knowing that Spielberg was interested, he re-wrote the novel, and later adapted it into a screenplay.

Therefore, as an acquaintance in Spielberg's circle, when he saw Han Sheng's script from Spielberg earlier, he didn't say anything about plagiarism, but said that he had similar scripts before. Thought, but unfortunately didn't stick to it.

Here I have to say that Michael Brighton is an expert in intellectual property law. He knows what can win and what can't win. Well, this is related to his plagiarism of other people's works.

This guy copied the papers of his classmates when he was in college, and copied the script "Samsara Company" of his colleagues in 85, and later copied the script "Chasing the Wind" of his colleagues, etc. Oh, I just know this. in court.

Then, this guy relies on his status and energy in the industry—he is a big-name screenwriter, and he also knows such a big director as Spielberg—so, in lawsuits, the judge has always made a judgment in his favor.

This time, he didn't dare at first, but now that Han Sheng was going to be unlucky, he suddenly felt that he had another chance of winning.

He even felt that in Spielberg's eyes, his acquaintance was more important than Han Sheng, so he quickly made a plausible case according to the script he had seen before, and quickly settled the record with his relationship, and then Filed to tell.

……

Crazy Brad, the traitorous Irish gangster.

Those who work in their line of work can even give up their lives for stuttering, so it is really not difficult to find a betrayer.

Sometimes, it depends on whether the money is in place.

Apparently, this time is enough.

Even Brad, who is usually crazy and unscrupulous, honestly accuses Han Sheng in front of the camera according to the script.

"The kid was a liar, he lied, he held a grudge against Bebeto all the time, and he paid us a lot of money to find him 24 hours a day.

After the man was found, he took us to the container in the port and brutally killed him. At that time, he was like a madman out of control, a murderer, screaming non-stop, crazily aiming at Bebeto's head Shoot until the opponent's head is blasted to pieces...! "

As he said that, he also held up the photo of Bebeto being killed, which was extremely bloody and terrifying, and had to be coded on the TV screen.

To be honest, he has no talent for acting, and the so-called accusation is dry and completely unable to arouse people's emotions.

But Bebeto's photo turned out well.

And the media used this photo to make a big fuss, saying that Han Sheng's bloodthirsty can be seen from this photo, and that the name of a murderer is really not fake, etc.

Then, quite interestingly, Dorothy's house was surrounded by all kinds of so-called righteous people. They began to throw stones, rotten eggs, throw rotten vegetables, and even pour dirty water and so on.

Nima, this scene is too familiar, isn't it the scene when Victoria was besieging Epic Records?

Unfortunately, Han Sheng and Dorothy ran away long ago and lived in the Roosevelt Hotel.

The only trouble is that many things can't be done now.

That being the case, out of boredom, Han Sheng directly dragged Luo Zhigang to the shooting club.

As early as after being shot by Bebeto, he tried to learn firearms, and that was the bug he knew about his extreme learning ability.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

After a round, Luo Zhigang dropped the gun when he saw that Han Sheng was almost hitting the bull's-eye, "Are you still human? I've been playing with guns for several years, and you've only been using it for a month!"

"Then your drawing speed and shooting speed, Ma De, I feel that I can't play happily with you!"

"I told you I'm a genius,"

Han Sheng smiled. In fact, he was still not satisfied. Even though the target in front of him was not a 25-meter target, but a 50-meter target from a long distance, but this was a fixed target, not a moving target.

Real combat is even more unpredictable.

Therefore, to truly become a master of pistols, or even learn rifles and sniper rifles, even he still has to work hard.

What is gratifying is that his physical growth has not stopped. You must know that it has been almost four months.

He sometimes thinks that he won't really become a devil with muscles.

Looking at the sky, it was almost dark, so he patted Luo Zhigang on the shoulder, "Let's go, let Victoria find a super instructor next time, let's put more intensity on it!"

Luo Zhi just rolled his eyes, "I'll let it go, I'm self-aware!"

I also understand why Han Sheng works so hard. After all, he has to face too many dangers and challenges, especially when he thinks about the death of Bruce Lee and Han Zheng being shot on the street.

Well, he still doesn't know what happened to Li Guohao later.

The filth behind this world is a hundred times, ten thousand times bigger than what he imagined...

(End of this chapter)