The person in front of him was tall and unruly, giving Matthew the feeling that he owed a large sum of money to the other party.

"Hey, hillbilly!" Macon nodded at Matthew with his chin, he had already heard about this guy from the mouths of several American actors, "Stop!"

Although I don't know what the other party's origin is, Matthew doesn't want to deal with him, after all, this is in the crew, in case the other party's mouth is very stinky and he can't help it, maybe there will be trouble.

He had just finished a role, and he was going to get a lot of money next, so there was no need to take that risk.

The road is very wide, let alone two people, there is no problem passing a trailer, Matthew got out of the way of the middle of the road blocked by the other party, ready to bypass this guy and pass by the side.

Unexpectedly, the guy didn't give up, rushed over in one step, and stopped in front of him.

"Hillbilly!" he stood a meter away, staring at Matthew, "Can't you hear me tell you to stop?"

Matthew stopped, frowned, and asked angrily, "Is there something wrong?"

"You dare to steal my character!" Macon almost yelled.

"Who's stealing your role?" Matthew, realizing that the fool might be the actor who was replaced by Ridley Scott, said "inexplicably." ”

Macon heard Matthew's tone not good, and pointed a finger at him, "What do you say? Do you know who I am?"

The crew was still filming, there were not many pedestrians on the road, but there were a few, seeing the two clashing, a few Roman soldiers dressed as temporary performances stopped and stood not far away, ready to see the excitement.

Before Matthew could speak, Macon said loudly, "My name is Macon, and I'm from the Royal Academy of Drama!

His voice was very loud, and this American pig was heard not only by Matthew, but also by several actors not far away.

This is the north area of Los Angeles, and those performances are all Americans, and when they hear the scolding of American pigs, especially when this comes from the mouth of a British, their faces are a little ugly.

The muscles on Matthew's face trembled, and an urge to grab the finger that was pointing at him and break it off, but the thought of clash with someone on the crew could lead to the loss of eight thousand dollars still suppressed the urge.

"Macon, is it?" Matthew sneered, "You're a psychopath!Brain-dead!Mentally retarded!Someone raises someone but no one teaches!Having a son is not **!Giving birth to a daughter is a bitch!The whole family is being tipped by a chicken!A hateful guy like you can only play a piece of dung, not as good as the chewing gum that has been spilled by a dog on the side of the road, and you have to go to the zoo to find a girlfriend......"

In just a moment, a long list of national curses came out of his mouth, and he didn't have any duplicates.

Macon froze, unable to understand what Matthew was saying.

Matthew is not a good old man, that is, the 8,000 dollars did not arrive, and if it was changed to a place outside the crew, it would have turned this retarded man named Macon into a pig's head.

Taking advantage of the stunned people who blocked the way, Matthew wanted to go around and leave.

But how could Macon let him leave so easily, he couldn't afford to mess with Ridley Scott, and he came here just to get out of that sulk in his chest.

He is a delicate son in the ivory tower, under the strong recommendation of the college and tutors, although he has not played the leading role or anything like that, but he has also had a smooth journey, he has never been the only one to grab the role, where has anyone else robbed his role?

"American pigs!"

Macon roared and slammed his fist into Matthew's face.

Although he didn't think about the conflict, Matthew had been on the lookout for Macon, and when he saw his fist flying, he reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"You ......" Macon only felt that the palm that grabbed his wrist was rather rough.

Since the other party moved, Matthew didn't want to endure it anymore, his arm suddenly exerted force, his palm tightened like iron tongs, and due to the great force, the back of his hand was protruding.

"Ah......h

A bone-chilling pain came from his wrist, and Macon let out a scream of involuntary relief, quickly waving his other arm and punching Matthew in the shoulder.

But he was grabbed by one arm, and he couldn't exert any strength under the severe pain, and the punch to Matthew's shoulder was no different from tickling.

Matthew was a little angry, this Englishman really regarded himself as a big star? The hand grabbing the other party's wrist couldn't help but push forward.

Macon immediately stepped back, a force that was a little great, and he took two or three steps back in a row before he stopped.

But as soon as he stopped, he saw something flying towards him with the sound of whirring wind.

Then, Matthew's outstretched right hand slapped hard into Macon's face.

Smack-

The crisp sound is unusually loud.

"Well played!"

Seeing that arrogant Brit being beaten, several American actors not far away excitedly shouted, "Pump this arrogant British!"

Macon was stunned, only the burning pain on his face reminded him of what had just happened.

But before he could come to his senses, Matthew slapped him on the other side of the face.

"You ......" Macon woke up from this slap, and touched his face that hurt for a while, "You dare to hit me!"

"Ha......" Matthew withdrew his hand, knowing that he was a little impulsive, and deliberately raised his voice, "I'm self-defense!"

"You American pig!" Macon jumped to fight back, "I won't let you go!"

"Macon, stop!" a figure hurried from behind Macon, "What are you doing!"

It was a tall, thin man in a fitted suit, and when Macon saw him, he was like a child who had lost a fight, and his eyes were red when he saw his own adults, and he looked like he was about to cry at any moment.

"Gore, come on!" Macon shouted at Matthew, "he's hitting me!"

The tall, thin man came over a few steps and glanced at Matthew, "It's you!"

Before Matthew could speak, he said, "Good! You robbed Macon of the role and violently hurt people, I ...... it."

"I'm self-defense. Matthew interrupted him directly, "It's not me who did it first. ”

The tall, lanky man named Gore turned to look at Macon, who of course wouldn't admit it, exclaiming, "I just wanted to reason with him, and he did." ”

"I'm Gore, Macon's agent!" the tall and thin man introduced himself, looking like an English gentleman, "I remember your name is Matthew Horner......, right?

"Mr. Gore!" Matthew interrupted him again simply and rudely, "my agent is here, and she will negotiate with you." ”

Behind Macon and Gore, across from Matthew, Helen Herman and the bearded man were walking this way, apparently having seen him.

"What's going on?" asked Helen Herman as soon as she walked over.

She had made an appointment with Matthew, but she met the bearded man on the way, chatted a few words, and delayed a little time.

"Your client ......" Gore answered immediately, and Helen Herman didn't even look at him, and said directly, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't ask you." ”

Matthew smiled suddenly, this female agent gave him a much better impression than the fat man of Dennis Coulter.

"This gentleman stopped me. Matthew said as succinctly as possible, "Saying that I robbed him of his role, insulted me as an American pig, and beat people, I had no choice but to fight back." ”

"Forced to do it?" Gore pointed to the two bright red palm prints on Macon's face, "Is this called helplessness?"

Just as the bearded man was there, Gore pinched his waist and said, "You have to give me an explanation for this! My client was beaten in the crew! I will complain to the actors' union!"

The bearded man looked at Matthew, who was calm and relaxed, and then at Macon, who looked embarrassed, and said nothing.

Gore then said, "Macon is a client of William Morris!"

William Morris is undoubtedly the behemoth of the entertainment brokerage industry, the second only company in the industry to CAA, and in general, none of those small agents and small actors dare to offend such a company.

Of course, Gore knows some of the virtues of his customers, but this Macon has good potential and a relatively good network of contacts, so he is very likely to become popular.

And in this case, as a broker, you must protect your own customers, which is the most basic code and professional ethics.

Pulling out the mountain of William Morris, Gore thought he could suppress the people on the other side.

But after he finished speaking, his eyes swept over the faces of the bearded man, Helen Herman, and Matthew, and found that the three men's faces were as usual, and there was no change at all.

The bearded man is a long-time partner of Ridley Scott, and at this point, he doesn't care about a small broker from a big brokerage at all.

And Matthew doesn't know how powerful William Morris is, and the ignorant are fearless.

As for Helen Herman, if she can come out of the CAA mailroom and start a business, she will not care about the threat of such a small broker.

Matthew frowned, turned his head to look, and the few onlookers were there all the time, and simply said to Helen Herman, "This Mr. Macon insults me as an American pig, this is discriminatory language, right?"

"I didn't!" Macon immediately denied.

Matthew didn't care what he said, he came to Helen Herman, gestured to the onlookers with his eyes, and whispered a few words, Helen Herman nodded lightly, and went over to find those people, and those American actors followed her back very happily.

Seeing those people coming, Macon's face gradually turned pale, and only the two palm prints were red.

Helen Herman pointed to the men and said, "They have been watching and witnessing the whole thing since Mr. Macon stopped Matthew. ”

"Yes!" said one of the actors, pointing at Macon, "this Englishman has a clean mouth and keeps calling us American pigs!"

This kind of typical regional discrimination annoyed them, especially when an Englishman said it.

"I ......," Macon tried to tell.

Another actor preemptively said, "The British not only scolded American pigs, but also beat people!"

Helen Herman smiled at Gore on the other side, and Gore's face was very ugly.

"It was the British who did it first!" said another improvised speech, "and we can all prove it!"

Macon was speechless at this point, and could only stare at Matthew viciously, who shrugged at him before spreading his hands again.

Helen Herman glanced at Matthew and said, "Mr. Gore, Mr. Macon is suspected of attacking my client with insulting and discriminatory remarks, and I will file a complaint with the Screen Actors Guild of America and the Screen Actors Guild of Great Britain!"