American Fame and Fortune Chapter 91

Chapter 91 My agent and I (lead plus 4)

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 **** opposite him to see if the brain inside exuded a foul odor.

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

 Thomas stared at Martin with his eyes fixed on him. He dropped the knife and fork on the steak and cut it with all his strength: "What you said had better be true."

 He has lost his 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 producing, with Joe Silver and Susan Levin serving as producers.”

Thomas has an understanding of important figures in the industry: "Joe Silver is the founder of Silver Films. In recent years, his health has been poor and he rarely directly participates 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. He must have seen it on entertainment news in his previous life: "I want to know Susan Levin's personality and preferences, and what male roles she has personally finalized in the past." actors, what do they have in common?”

Thomas stopped cutting the steak furiously, and the **** opposite him actually stole his lines.

 This was clearly what the agent 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 your initiative to treat me, but please take care of my taste when ordering. I like meat."

Thomas cut the steak hard again, and the tray made an overwhelming creaking sound.

He felt countless wheels rolling on his face, but he couldn't scream, so he muttered: "I remember."

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

Thomas automatically remembered it.

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

Thomas decided not to care about the other party grabbing lines, and 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 Let you go ahead."

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's interests are consistent with Martin's in this regard.

 Martin picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Thomas: "You still talk to me about work so late at night, and you also take the initiative to treat me. I admire your professionalism."

  He fed people soup without leaving a trace: "Thomas, I am lucky to meet a professional agent like you.

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 fiercely: "Martin, if you have a problem, I will take you to a super party for middle-aged and elderly women in the industry to let you know what horror is."

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

 After eating, 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 for it."

Thomas felt inexplicably happy and did not insist.

 The two of them left the restaurant, and Martin drove back to Sherman Oaks, planning to stay in a villa to 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, 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 hall of William Morris, Thomas, who had worked hard in the middle of the night, was lying on a swivel chair. His back was sore from sleep and his legs were cramping.

 Life is so fucked.

 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 has to handle all aspects of the movie project, including 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 dry your skin. Instead, you are in better condition than before. How did you do that?"

  Louis 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 reached 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 The leading actor is recommended, and this does not include the eldest lady of the Hilton family.”

  Louise had just watched the video with Martin: "She also recommended actors?"   Susan reminded: "She brought money into the group, and the actual investment is higher than your Pacific Pictures."

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

 As the actual person in charge of the project, Susan could not completely mess up the film, saying: "I can guarantee this."

 Louis was about to say goodbye: "You're busy, so I won't disturb you. I'll 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 about who is worthy of your personal visit.”

 She meant something: "Is it special?"

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

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

 Master bartender Louise has just created a brand new cocktail and wants to continue to make a name for herself through the Bartenders Guild.

On the way, Louise contacted the editor-in-chief of Esquire magazine again and prepared to appear in the magazine again.

 Being a bartender, like an artist, requires money to be hired.

 Atlanta, home of the beast.

Before work time, Ivan entered the lobby with a pile of mail. When he passed 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 the dagger and opened it: "Finally we're here!"

 Opening the package, there was a pile of beautifully printed posters, all of which highlighted a location.

There is also a signed photo.

Scarlett Johansson's side shot, with a hot figure and curvy figures.

 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 photo, the color gradually faded in some places.

Bruce had enough fun, took out his mobile phone and dialed Martin: "I received the things, I am very satisfied, and our debt has been canceled."

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

Bruce put away the photo: "The **** you squirt is always hot and smelly."

 Martin responded: “Have you smelled it?”

After exchanging a few words as usual, Bruce hung up the phone, but the phone rang again.

 He looked at the caller ID and answered the call: "Do you have anything to do with 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 in the passenger seat: "Lynch, what are you looking for me for? Do you want to antagonize a British guy?"

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

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?"

“Join the DEA and they won't dare to do anything wrong in the United States.” Lynch suggested.

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

 Lynch told him something completely different: "Be an informant for the DEA, and the DEA will protect your safety."

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

"I knew it would be like this." Lynch said without any surprise: "The 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 you. ”

Bruce is thinking carefully. He has been in the military and knows how powerless an individual is 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 **** last forever.

   Sent three chapters of 9,000 words, asking for support. Both orders are 3200.

 (End of this chapter)

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