American fame and fortune

When he came to the restaurant, under the guidance of the waiter, Martin found the partition where Thomas was, pulled out a chair and sat down, seeing the table full of sumptuous meals, he smiled embarrassedly: "You are too polite, talk about something, please invite me Have a big meal."

Thomas held the fork with his left hand and the knife with his right hand, trying to poke a hundred holes in the bastard's handsome face opposite to see if the brains inside were emitting a stench.

Martin wiped his hands, tied the napkin, picked up the knife and fork: "Thank you for the dinner, let's chat while eating."

Thomas stared at Martin, the knife and fork landed on the steak, and cut it with all his strength: "What you said had better be true."

He has lost love and can only make up for it with his career.

Martin did enough homework from Louise: "Warner Bros. remake "The Devil of Wax Museum", Fox has confirmed its participation, the project has been given the green light, and many companies including Pacific Pictures have participated in the platter. Silver, a subsidiary of Warner Bros. Films will produce, with Joe Silver and Susan Levine as producers."

Thomas has a good understanding of important figures in the industry: "Joe Silver is the founder of Silver Films. In recent years, he has been in poor health and rarely directly participates in the work of the crew. The real person in charge of the crew should be the vice president Susan Levin. .”

Martin had seen the photo of Susan Levine in the afternoon, and it looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it. He must have seen it on the entertainment news in his previous life: "I want to know Susan Levine's personality and preferences, and which male roles he personally determined in the past actors, what do they have in common.”

Thomas stopped cutting the steak fiercely, and the bastard on the other side actually took his lines.

This is obviously what the agent reminded the actor.

Martin took a bite of the cake, and it was so sweet that it was too sweet. He reminded: "I don't like sweets, so don't order it next time. Thank you for taking the initiative to treat me, but please take care of my taste when ordering. I like meat."

Thomas cut the steak hard again, the tray creaking under the weight.

He felt countless wheels rolling on his face, but he couldn't call out, so he said in a muffled voice, "I remember."

Martin was very satisfied, and continued the topic just now: "The director finalized by Warner Bros. is called Zomi Silla, a Spaniard who has never directed a formal film before. I need to know his specific situation."

Thomas automatically took it to heart.

Martin added: "The casting director has not yet been determined for the project. If it is confirmed, I want to know his name as soon as possible, as well as the performance style he admires, and the people and things he hates."

Thomas decided not to care about the other party's grabbing lines, and said: "The decision of the actor is in the hands of the producer. There are many factors that affect the producer's choice. The most typical one is the recommendation of the partner. Louise Mayer has already put you ahead of the curve."

Martin said: "The casting director can choose to say good things or bad things. Maybe one bad word will affect the producer's perception."

Thomas agrees: "He can't decide, but he can do bad things."

Martin took a plate of barbecue, before starting, said: "After Christmas, the crew will be formally established, you hurry up."

"Don't worry, these are what I'm good at." Thomas has the same interests as Martin in this regard.

Martin picked up the wine glass and clinked glasses with Thomas: "You are still talking about work with me at such a late hour, and you are taking the initiative to treat guests. I admire your professionalism."

He poured soup on people without any trace: "Thomas, I am lucky to meet a professional manager like you.

Thomas's blocked heart finally cleared a bit, and he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp: "The opportunity is so good, we must seize it."

He said ruthlessly: "Martin, if you have a problem, I will take you to a super big party for middle-aged and elderly women in the circle, and let you know what terror is."

Martin discussed with Thomas while eating, Louise brought a 60% to 70% possibility, and they wanted to fill it up to 100%.

After eating, Thomas called the waiter over and prepared to pay the bill.

Martin took out his credit card first: "I made you work overtime, I can't let you treat guests anymore, I will pay."

Thomas was in an inexplicably happy mood and did not persist.

After the two left the restaurant, Martin drove back to Sherman Oaks, where he planned to live in a villa and accompany the beautiful rich woman.

Life is so wonderful.

Thomas started the car, hesitated for a moment, turned around, and drove towards the company's location, deciding to work overtime to collect information.

In the evening, while Martin instructed Louise to taste Italian cannons, Thomas refreshed himself with a mug of bitter coffee in the company.

Early in the morning, Louise, who was clean and comfortable, cooked herself and made breakfast for Martin.

In the office hall of William Morris, Thomas, who was tired at midnight, was reclined on the swivel chair, his waist ached, his back ached and his legs cramped from sleeping.

Life sucks.

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Burbank, Silver Films.

Vice President Susan Levine arrives at the office on time to start the day.

She is just 30 years old, but she has served as co-producer and producer on several crews.

The assistant knocked on the door and came in: "Ms. Mel has arrived at the front desk."

Susan got up and went to the reception room: "Please."

She has to handle all aspects of the relationship and interests of the platter movie project.

In the reception room, two women of similar age met.

Susan was a little surprised: "Louis, the wind in the North African desert didn't dry out your skin, but your condition is better than before. How did you do that?"

Louise would not tell her: "It's a secret." She turned to the main topic: "I came to see you today, mainly for the platter of the new project."

Susan said, "In terms of investment, haven't you negotiated with Warner Brothers?"

Louise adjusted her black-rimmed glasses: "I'm here for the male lead."

"I can't guarantee that I will give it to you." At their level, Susan will not promise indiscriminately: "Not to mention small investors, there are nine platter companies that are qualified to be co-producers on the crew, and four of them The leading actor was recommended, and that doesn't include the eldest lady from the Hilton family."

Louise just watched the tape with Martin: "She also suggested the actor?"

Susan reminded: "She brought capital into the group, and the actual investment is higher than your Pacific Films."

Louise nodded: "I won't make things difficult for you, it's a chance for fair competition."

As the actual person in charge of the project, Susan couldn't possibly mess up the film completely, saying: "I can guarantee this."

Louise was about to leave: "You're busy, so I won't bother you. I'll go out for a drink at night."

"I don't have time these few days, let's talk about it after Christmas." Susan couldn't help asking, "I'm curious, who is worthy of your visit."

She pointed: "Is it very special?"

Louise smiled: "It's very special, you won't understand."

Going downstairs and boarding the Bentley, Louise said to the driver and assistant Nikki, "Go to the Bartenders Association."

Master Bartender Louise has just concocted a brand new cocktail and is going to continue to make her name through the Bartenders Association.

On the way, Louise contacted the editor-in-chief of "Esquire" magazine again, and planned to go to the magazine again.

Master bartenders, like artists, need to be paid for.

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Atlanta, home of the beast.

Before it was time to go to work, Ivan entered the hall with a pile of mail in his arms. When he passed by the bar, he took out one of the packages and threw it to Bruce: "Old Bu, express mail from Los Angeles."

Bruce caught it, took out his dagger and opened it: "It's finally here!"

Opening the package, inside is a pile of beautifully printed posters, all of which highlight a single location.

There is also a signed photo.

Scarlett Johansson's side profile, hot body, curvy.

Bruce picked it up, looked around, saw that no one was paying attention, and kissed the photo again and again.

That hot kiss, all in one place.

In the photo taken by Polaroid, the color of a certain place gradually faded.

Bruce had had enough, took out his mobile phone, and called Martin: "I received the item, and I am very satisfied. Our debts have been cancelled."

"Old Bu, come on slowly." Martin said deliberately on the other side: "Be careful of lead poisoning, you won't be able to go through the back door then."

Bruce put away the photo: "The shit you spit out is always hot and stinky."

Martin responds: "Have you smelled it?"

After habitually spraying a few words, Bruce hung up the phone, but the phone rang again.

He looked at the caller ID and connected: "What do you need from me?"

"I'm outside the club where you work, come out and talk."

"Wait for me for five minutes." Bruce packed up the package, came out of the club gate, saw Lynch's private car, and went to the co-pilot: "Lynch, what do you want me for? Want to bully the British?"

Lynch from the DEA glanced at the old man, and said: "I got the information, the old gangsters in Nancheng who were killed last time have connections with Mexico. They have suffered serious losses and dare not retaliate against the DEA, but they will find you sooner or later. on the head."

Bruce said coldly, "I'll screw their heads off and stuff them in their asses."

Lynch said, "No matter how powerful you are, how many can one person deal with?"

"What do you want me to do?" Bruce asked.

"Join the DEA, they don't dare to mess around in the United States." Lynch suggested.

Bruce nodded: "I want to sit in the office."

Lynch told him otherwise: "Be a DEA informant and the DEA will keep you safe."

Bruce directly vetoed: "I'd rather face their guns."

"I knew it would be like this." Lynch said without the slightest surprise: "The DEA can't protect your safety, you can't prevent attacks all the time, I suggest you leave Atlanta temporarily and go somewhere out of their reach .”

Bruce was thinking carefully, he had been a soldier and knew how powerless a person is when faced with multiple firearms.

Lynch persuaded: "Before they come, leave early, there is no need to fight to the death with those rotten people."

"Thank you." Bruce got out of the car and said after closing the car door, "I will remember this kindness."

Lynch waved his hand, waited for the co-pilot's door to close, started the car and left.

With his hands in his pockets, Bruce entered the club.

The torn package coat was still on the bar.

Bruce glanced at the address in Los Angeles above and wrote it down.

Shit and shit last forever.

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