American Peanuts

Chapter 37
"I didn't disturb you." Charlie walked up to the two people who were talking.

Edward Razek noticed Charlie and immediately shook his hand eagerly.

Unlike the two models who had been staying in the room, he had just watched the photo of Spielberg and Charlie. He knew that the identity of this young man was not as simple as it seemed, otherwise he would not have gotten Spielberg. Such high standard treatment.

Leonardo DiCaprio was joking when he said he was of Jewish descent, while Razek's vision was more realistic, unknown, quickly thrust into the spotlight, and closely connected to the big players in Hollywood.

There are various signs that he is the spokesperson of a mysterious consortium!
The more mysterious a person's background is, the harder it is to mess with him, and Razek naturally understands the reason for this.

He immediately asked with a smile on his face: "I don't know how I can help you."

Charlie didn't reply, but first looked at Atis next to him.

"Bring me and Mr. Razek two glasses of wine."

"Oh, okay." Atis nodded, turned and left.

"Oops." Razek felt a chill in his heart. This seemingly casual sentence was probably meant for himself.Charlie must have seen him talking and laughing with his female companion, so he came over to knock him.

Thinking of this, Razek quickly clarified: "Sorry sir, I was offended just now. In fact, I just think this lady is very beautiful... No, no, no, I mean, uh, I don't mean anything else, just Wanted to put her on the catwalk. I didn't know she was involved with you."

The words were really messy, and Razek broke out in a cold sweat by the end.

Charlie smiled without saying a word, put his arm around Razek's neck, and took him to the corner.

"Don't be afraid, I actually have a business I want to discuss with you." Charlie said softly.

Who directs the Victoria's Secret catwalk?Who adopted the high-flying signing strategy?And who is associated with these supermodels?
It's Razek.

It can be said that Victoria's Secret's high level of attention is directly related to this creative director.

"I don't know if you are interested in joining my company. I still need a director of business activities." Charlie said suddenly.

Gnar is a hard-working person, but he is still far behind top creative marketing talents like Razek.

"This is a little inappropriate..." Cold sweat broke out on Razek's forehead.

"Do you have shares in Victoria's Secret? Do you have a non-competition agreement? We can all sit down and discuss these. As you can see, Spielberg and I have a very good relationship, and the company will have great development in the future. In the end, anyone can do it. Selling pajamas, Victoria’s Secret’s gorgeous appearance is just a bubble blown out by money.”

Razek fell into deep thought. As a senior executive of the company, even if he was not responsible for sales, he knew something about the company's operations.

Compared with the huge expenses of holding a grand catwalk show, the company's sales performance has not achieved a breakthrough increase.

Fantasy diamond bras that cost dozens or even millions are just marketing gimmicks with very few buyers.

"You are right." Razek could only admit.

At the same time, I was also very curious about how Charlie knew these inside stories.

Not only did Charlie know the inside story of the business, but he also knew that Victoria’s Secret would go bankrupt in a few years and end badly.

"There is an old saying in the East: Smart birds will choose lush trees to build their nests. I'm waiting for your call." Charlie patted him on the shoulder.

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"Where are the people?" Artis brought the wine glass, but found that Charlie was the only one left.

"Let's go, let's get out of here." Charlie drank the wine in one gulp.

This trip to the party was very fruitful. The only drawback was that we didn’t meet Megan Fox.

Charlie had just specifically asked about selling copies. He didn't even know where Megan Fox was at this time. He only said that she would cooperate with the movie promotion in the future. After all, it was written in the contract.

When he walked out of the mansion, the Cadillac he had just been brought to was already parked at the door.

This time Artis took the initiative and quickly stepped forward and opened the car door for Charlie.

Charlie looked at the other party in surprise, Artis had never been so proactive before.

"I'm thanking you for helping me get Leonardo's autograph." Artis took out the handkerchief and looked at it again and again.

After a while, Atis asked in confusion: "What are you two mumbling about?"

Charlie told the truth: "He asked me for advice on how to deal with multiple people with ease."

"Disgusting." Artis turned her head and looked out the window, suddenly feeling that the autograph in her hand no longer smelled so good.

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Hadley asked for leave from her supervisor at 4 o'clock this afternoon, rushed back to her apartment in Queens, put on makeup, picked out clothes, took a shower, and dressed up beautifully. Then she went to a barber shop in Manhattan, spending three hundred Dollar had her hair styled.

Finally, at 07:30 in the evening, he appeared outside a barbecue restaurant in the Brownville neighborhood of Brooklyn. The surrounding streets were dirty and the number of black people increased significantly. This is one of the worst neighborhoods in New York.

Hadley couldn't understand why Charlie chose to eat here.Even the glass door handle was greasy, so Hadley had to take out a tissue and put it on her hand.

When he opened the door, he found Charlie and three men sitting in the middle. This was the only table of customers in the entire restaurant.

"Let me introduce to you, these three are all my college roommates."

Charlie introduced both sides to each other.

"This is a female reporter from CNBC, now I should say she is a female anchor."

Opposite Charlie, a dark-haired man wearing thick glasses smiled and said, "This lady is so well dressed."

Only then did Hadley realize that several people were dressed casually and in a very relaxed state. They were just like old friends getting together to chat, and she was the only one dressed up, as if they were attending a high-end cocktail party.

"It's my fault. I wasn't planning on letting you come over, but I have something I want you to help with." Charlie explained quickly.

"He is so humble. I would say this is a great gift." The man with glasses took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and handed it to Hadley.

"This is huge news that can shock the entire country. Madoff, who founded the Nasdaq exchange, is actually an out-and-out liar. He has been using a Ponzi scheme to fool investors for 30 years," he said. He said slowly.

"What?" Hadley's expression froze for a moment.

"Yes, and you are the first media person to know about this matter. This is called exclusive reporting." Charlie followed.

"Is this what you meant? Charlie." Hadley took the U disk blankly.

"Of course, Charlie specifically told us not to let the news leak out, and he wants to leave this opportunity to you." The man with glasses said at this time.

This kind of earth-shattering news will shake the entire American financial world and even attract global attention.All the major elevators will be crazy to buy this kind of information.

Put it in front of yourself now.

Sent by Charlie.

"Thank you, dear, you are my God!" Hadley rushed over.

In front of three old friends, he held Charlie's cheek and chattered like a woodpecker.

The three old friends looked at each other, looking at each other.

"Is this guy living a little too well?" Similar words flashed through the minds of the three of them.

(End of this chapter)