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. When he saw the table full of sumptuous meals, he smiled sheepishly: "You are too polite. Let's talk about something and invite me." Eat a big meal." Thomas held the fork in his left hand and held the knife tightly in his right hand. He wanted to poke a hundred holes in the handsome face of the bastard opposite to see if the brain inside exuded a stench.
Martin wiped his hands, tied the napkin, picked up the knife and fork: "Thank you for the dinner, we will chat while eating." Thomas stared at Martin, the knife and fork fell on the steak, and he cut it with all his strength: "You said It's best if it's true." He no longer has love and can only make up for it with his career.
Martin has done enough homework with Louise: "Warner Bros. is remaking "The Devil in the Wax Museum," and Fox has confirmed its participation. The project has received the green light. Many companies, including Pacific Pictures, are participating in the platter. Warner Bros.'s subsidiary Silver Films is in charge of production, with Joe Silver and Susan Levin serving as producers." Thomas knows important figures in the industry: "Jo Silver is the founder of Silver Pictures. In recent years, his health has deteriorated. Poor, rarely directly involved in the work of the crew. The real person in charge of the crew should be Vice President Susan Levin." Martin had seen Susan Levin's photo in the afternoon. It looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it. In his previous life, he must have been in entertainment news. I saw it above: "I want to know Susan Levin's personality and preferences, which actors have personally chosen male roles in the past, and what do they have in common." Thomas stopped cutting the steak furiously, and the bastard opposite him actually grabbed it His lines.
This agent obviously reminded the actor. Martin took a bite of the cake, which was so sweet that it made him sick. He reminded him: "I don't like sweets, so I won't order it next time. Thank you very much for taking the initiative to treat me, but please take care of my taste when ordering. I like meat." Thomas. Cutting the steak with more force, the tray made an overwhelming creaking sound.
He felt countless wheels rolling on his face, but he couldn't scream, so he said in a muffled voice: "I remember it." Martin was very satisfied and continued the topic: "The director confirmed by Warner Bros. is called Zomi Sirra, a Spanish man. , has never directed a formal film before, and I need to know his specific situation." Thomas automatically remembered it in his mind.
Martin added: "The project has not yet determined a casting director. If it is confirmed, I will know his name as soon as possible, as well as the performance style he admires, the people and things he hates." Thomas decided not to care about the other party grabbing lines. , said: "The decision of the male protagonist lies 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 Meyer has already put you in the front." Martin Said: "The casting director can choose to say good or bad things. A bad word may affect the producer's perception." Thomas agreed: "He can't decide, but he can do bad things." Martin took a plate of barbecue and said before starting. : "After Christmas, the crew will be officially established, so 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 it with Thomas: "You are still talking about work with me so late at night, and you are offering to treat me. I admire your professionalism." He poured soup without leaving a trace: "Thomas, when I meet a professional agent like you It's my luck. Thomas's clogged cardiovascular system finally became somewhat unblocked, and he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp: "The opportunity is so good, we must seize it. He said harshly: "Martin, if you have a problem, I will take you to a super party of middle-aged and elderly women in the circle to let you know what terror is." "Martin discussed with Thomas while eating. Louise brought a 60-70% possibility, and they wanted to fill it up to 100% as much as possible.
After finishing the meal, Thomas called the waiter over and prepared to pay the bill. Martin took out his credit card first: "I asked you to work overtime, and I can't let you treat me anymore. I'll pay." Thomas felt inexplicably comfortable and did not insist.
The two left the restaurant, and Martin drove back to Sherman Oaks, planning to stay and sleep with 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, when Martin guided Louise to taste Italian cannon, Thomas drank a large cup of bitter coffee in the company to refresh himself.
Early in the morning, Louise, who felt refreshed and refreshed, cooked breakfast for Martin herself. In the office lobby of William Morris, Thomas, who had worked hard in the middle of the night, was lying on a swivel chair, his back aching from sleep and his legs cramping.
Life is so ****. ...Burbank, Silver Pictures. Vice President Susan Levin came to the office on time and started her day's work.
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 come quickly." She had to handle all aspects of the movie project, relationships and interests.
In the reception room, two women of similar age met. Susan was slightly surprised: "Louise, the wind in the North African desert didn't blow my skin. Your condition is better than before. How did you do it?" Louise would not tell her: "It's a secret. "She turned to the topic: "I came to see you today mainly about platters for a new project." Susan said
"In terms of investment, haven't you made an agreement with Warner Bros.?" Louise adjusted her black-rimmed glasses: "I'm here for the leading actor."
"I can't guarantee that it will be given to you." At their level, Susan will not make random promises: "Not counting small investors, there are nine platter companies that are qualified to be co-producers on the crew, and four of them She recommended the leading actor, and this does not include the eldest lady of the Hilton family." Louise had just watched the video with Martin: "She also recommended the leading actor?" Susan reminded: "She brought money to join the group, but actually Pacific Pictures, whose investment is higher than yours." Louise nodded: "I won't make it difficult for you, a chance for fair competition." Susan, as the actual person in charge of the project, could not completely screw up the film, and said: "This is I can guarantee that." Louise was about to leave: "You are busy, so I won't disturb you and I will go out to drink in the evening."
"I don't have time these days, let's talk after Christmas." Susan couldn't help but ask one more question: "I'm curious, who is worthy of your personal visit." She meant something: "Is it special? Louise smiled: "It's very special, you won't understand." After going downstairs and getting on the Bentley, Louise said to the driver and assistant Nikki: "Go to the Bartenders Association." The bartending master Louise just Create a brand new cocktail and continue to make a name for yourself through the Bartender Guild.
On the way, Louise contacted the editor-in-chief of "Esquire" magazine again and prepared to appear in the magazine again.
Master bartenders, like artists, need to be paid to be hired. …Atlanta, home of the beast. Before it was time to go to work, Ivan entered the lobby with a pile of mail. When passing 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 a dagger and opened it: "It's finally here. !" Opening the package, there was a pile of beautifully printed posters, all of which highlighted one location.
There is also a signed photo. Scarlett Johansson's profile photo, with a hot figure and curvy figure. Bruce picked it up and looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, Bruce kissed the photo repeatedly.
That hot kiss, all in one place. In the Polaroid photos, the colors gradually faded in certain areas.
Having had enough of it, Bruce took out his cell phone and dialed Martin: "I received the items. I'm very satisfied. Our debt has been cancelled."
"Brother, slow down." Martin on the other side said deliberately: "Be careful of lead poisoning. You won't be able to go out through the back door." Bruce put away the photo: "The shit you spurt is always hot and smelly." Martin Response: "Have you smelled it?" After a few words of habitual exchange, Bruce hung up the phone, but the phone rang again.
He looked at the caller ID and answered the call: "What do you want from me?"
"I'm outside the club where you work, come out and have a chat."
"Wait for me for five minutes." Bruce packed up the package and came out of the club gate. He saw Lynch's private vehicle and went over to get into the passenger seat: "Lynch, what are you looking for me for? Do you want to fight a British guy?" Lin from dea Qi glanced at the old man and said: "I got information that the gangsters in Nancheng that I killed last time have connections with Mexico. Their losses were very serious and they dare not retaliate against DEA, but sooner or later they will be found on you." Bruce said coldly: "I will twist off their heads and stuff them into their butts." Lynch said: "No matter how powerful you are, how many can one person deal with?" Bruce asked: "What do you want me to do? Do?"
"Join DEA, they won't dare to act recklessly in the United States." Lynch suggested. Bruce nodded: "I want to sit in the office." What Lynch told him was completely different: "Be the DEA's informant, and the DEA will protect your safety." Bruce directly objected: "I would rather face their guns. .”
"I knew it would be like this." Lynch said without any surprise: "Dea can't protect your safety. You can't guard against attacks all the time. I suggest you leave Atlanta temporarily and go to a place where their influence can't reach. ." Bruce was thinking carefully. He had been a soldier and knew how powerless an individual was when faced with multiple firearms.
Lynch advised: "Leave as soon as possible before they come. There is no need to fight to the death with those rotten people."
"Thank you." Bruce got out of the car and said as he closed the door, "I'll remember this favor." Lynch waved his hand, waited for the passenger door to close, started the car and left.
Bruce entered the club with his hands in his pockets. The torn off parcel jacket was still placed on the bar.
Bruce glanced at the Los Angeles address above and made a special note of it. Shit and shit last forever.
