America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 768 - 761: How Green Tea is Made

Los Angeles Court, mediation room.

Johnny Depp stared at Amber Heard with eyes wide open, the fire that seemed to emanate from his body could have ignited his greasy hair at any moment.

Across from him, Amber was impeccably made-up, dressed in a black dress that was both cool and dashing, featuring a beauty at the peak of her life, complemented by a stunning aura that easily left a good impression.

To the average man, she appeared innocent and pitiable, while Depp, the alcoholic and venomous "domestic abuser," was particularly detestable!

This woman could write an entire book on "How I Became a Green Tea Bitch" with her life up to this point.

Facing claims and property division amounting to 65 million dollars, Depp’s side outright refused, and the mediation once again ended in failure.

The mediator asked for opinions from both sides and declared the end of this mediation.

Both parties left the mediation room one after the other and ran into each other again in the parking lot.

Depp stood in front of his car, staring at Amber.

Amber was radiant, her golden hair tied into a braided bun fluttering with the wind, like her life itself.

Depp couldn’t hold back and subconsciously stepped forward, wanting to confront Amber about why she framed him.

The lawyer grabbed Depp and shook his head at him.

Amber turned her head, looking at an angry Depp, revealing a charming smile.

But the mockery in her smile was so evident.

She wanted to infuriate Depp in this special place.

"Let’s go," the lawyer reminded Depp, "Go back, don’t have any direct confrontation with her."

Agent Hui Gemu hurried over and pulled Depp into the car.

Amber pursed her lips and got into the nearby car.

In the car sat a fat white man—Elon Musk.

As soon as Amber got into the car, Musk pulled her over and kissed her forcefully.

She struggled free, "I’m not divorced yet."

Musk suddenly thought of that bastard Martin and said, "It’s more interesting when you’re not divorced—it feels different."

Amber looked at the chubby man in surprise, "You’re not right."

Musk thought to himself, how did Martin lead me astray? He straightened his face and said, "Come to my villa in Los Angeles, I want you to cosplay Sylvanas."

Amber, being hugely reliant on Musk at the moment, had no choice but to follow him, to cosplay the Banshee Queen and reenact the moment when Arthas thrust his sword through her during the invasion of Quel’Thalas by the Scourge.

In another car, Depp, not yet divorced, felt strangely heavy-headed, as if something was weighing on his mind, making him very uncomfortable and somewhat frenzied.

Agent Hui Gemu cautioned him, "During this period, you must remain calm, try not to appear in public, and avoid more negative news exposure; it would put you in a more passive position,"

Depp said, "That woman wants me dead."

"Not at all," Hui Gemu said frankly at this stage, "She wants to take all the money you have left."

Depp said bitterly, "I’d rather give it all to the tax authorities than give her a single dollar!" He asked, "How about the sale of those properties?"

Hui Gemu replied, "The penthouse in Columbia Tower is sold, 8.5 million dollars. The houses in Paris, London, and New York have also found buyers, but the island in the Caribbean Sea will be hard to sell quickly."

Depp said, "Sell it at a discount, I need the money now!"

Not to mention anything else, the domestic violence and divorce litigation with Amber had already become a focus of attention across the United States, and the legal fees alone were astronomical.

Hui Gemu nodded and reminded him again, "Johnny, you must cut back on expenses now, it’s best if you can reduce your weekly spending to under 100,000 dollars. Also, those hang-around pals and staff, dismiss as many as you can; their expenses are too high."

"The staff can be dismissed, but I have to take care of my friends," said Depp, still the captain who valued friendship even in his downfall, "Without them taking care of me, I wouldn’t be where I am today. Even if I have only one dollar left, I would share it with them! Even if I’m homeless on the streets, I would stick with them!"

Hui Gemu wanted to persuade him further, yet opened his mouth and said nothing in the end.

Depp would find it difficult to continue in Hollywood, and if it really came down to it, he would move to the French film industry.

......

Anna Purna Pictures, president’s office.

Megan Ellison personally escorted Miss Judith from the bank to the door, saying, "Please allow me some more time, repaying the loan will definitely not be an issue..."

Judith looked uneasy, "If it weren’t for the Ellison family, we would have called in the loan already. None of the big-budget films that your company has invested in have succeeded; the bank is also in a difficult position."

Megan Ellison lowered her proud head, "I’ll resolve these problems and repay the first loan installment on schedule."

Judith shook her hand, "I hope to hear good news next time."

Megan Ellison watched her walk away, returned to her office, and plunked down into the boss chair. She grabbed her hair and scratched it wildly, turning her well-groomed bob into a bird’s nest.

The already released "Transcendental Hacker" and "Lone Ranger" had almost not returned any funds.

Set starkly against the succession of Warner Bros. film failures, Anna Purna’s projects weren’t fund mixes, and the budget costs were almost entirely from Megan Ellison herself, meaning the losses were solid and real.

Megan called Drett over by phone, and when he came in, she asked, "Has ’The Seventh Son’ been sold?"

Drett glanced cautiously at his boss and said, "No, we’ve cut the price to 100 million dollars, but still, no one is willing to make an offer."

Megan’s face turned unsightly as she could no longer hide her emotions, as the domineering CEO might do: "Those bastards from Hollywood, do they intend to get it for free?"

Drett opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated.

Megan demanded, "Speak up if you have something to say."

"Jessica, the CEO of Davis Studio, has been in contact with me," Drett let out a slight breath. "She said their offer remains on the table."

Megan snapped angrily, "Martin Davis thinks he can take away my project that I’ve invested 150 million US dollars in for just 30 million? Dream on!"

Drett fell silent because there really was no argument; both "Transcendental Hacker" and "Lone Ranger" had met with crushing defeats, and other companies seriously doubted Anna Purna Pictures’ production capabilities and standards.

There were even rumors in the industry that Martin Davis had been outbid for projects he was interested in, and he had intentionally cobbled together some scripts to entrap others...

The authenticity of such rumors was hard to verify, but all three projects Anna Purna snatched from Davis Studio had been failures.

Megan waved her hand dismissively: "Keep looking for a buyer."

Drett quickly left the place.

At that moment, Megan’s phone rang.

Seeing that it was a call from her father, she hurriedly answered.

On the other end, Larry Ellison said, "Leave Hollywood. I will take care of the debts you owe."

Megan Ellison, not wanting to leave Hollywood in defeat, clung to her last bit of defiance: "Just give me a little more time. As long as I sell ’The Seventh Son,’ I can turn the funds around. I still have ’Zero Dark Thirty’ in hand..."

Larry Ellison didn’t say much more: "You handle it. Call me anytime you need to! Remember one thing, you are Larry Ellison’s daughter!"

Lately, Megan’s head was in a whirl, and she misinterpreted her father’s meaning. After hanging up, she pounded the desk forcefully, determined not to disgrace her father!

......

Paris, 16th Arrondissement.

Harris sat in the living room of Maison Villa, whipped out his pen, and swiftly signed the agreement.

The agent eagerly shook his hand, "Mr. Carter, congratulations on becoming the new owner of this mansion."

Harris smiled faintly: "I hope you will complete the remaining procedures as quickly as possible."

The agent assured, "By this time tomorrow, you will have all the relevant documents."

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Harris nodded, satisfied; this was breakneck efficiency for France.

The agent handed over all the keys to Harris and made a tactful exit.

Harris carefully pocketed the keys and took another tour around the villa.

This newly renovated mansion of Johnny Depp’s had yet to be lived in before he was forced to sell it at a loss.

Harris calculated that, with some patience in selling the house, there would be a profit margin of at least 3 to 4 million Euros.

Indeed, Depp was a good man.

His phone rang – it was his lieutenant from London.

The latter brought good news that they had made contact with J.K. Rowling through a brokerage, and after seeing the antique brigantine, she was very interested, though not about the 25 million pound asking price.

Harris immediately booked a flight to London, arrived in the city the same day, and took Rowling to view the yacht moored at Thames Port. After two days of drawn-out negotiations, Rowling purchased the coveted yacht for 21 million pounds.

One of the top five richest women in England, she had a reputation for her very generous spending.

(Rowling would later purchase it for 22 million pounds in reality.)

After the agreement was signed, Harris immediately called Martin to inform him, then rushed to New York without a break, directing his lieutenant to purchase an apartment in the Upper East Side.

Depp was urgently liquidating fixed assets, and Martin’s people were mercilessly shearing Depp for all he was worth.

This was a tragedy triggered by a single indiscretion.

......

Boston, Hilton Garden Hotel.

As Martin entered the hotel lobby, he received a call from Harris. After a brief conversation, he hung up in high spirits.

Bruce looked over curiously.

Using his Atlanta accent and style, Martin said, "That idiot Harris made a good deal in London."

Bruce immediately understood that meant the boat from Depp had been sold.

Alexandra Daddario, walking beside Martin, asked, "What good thing happened that’s got you so cheerful?"

"Made a big deal and earned some money," Martin, of course, didn’t tell her the details, and vaguely replied, "Got enough for living expenses for the next few months."

Alexandra linked her arm with his: "That’s worth celebrating."

Martin suggested, "Shall we have a drink?"

Alexandra countered, "Let’s go back to the room for a drink, I’ll help you really celebrate."

Thinking she had something new planned, Martin said, "Alright, let’s go back to the room to celebrate."