North Las Vegas, Balzarave. Neighborhood.

"Damn Nattel, damn Horn's lackeys, are you all fucking a bunch of shit?!" The man's rude growl came from the dilapidated apartment.

A few rays of light poured into the chaotic room through the holes in the unwashed curtains for an unknown amount of time, and in the smoke, countless cigarette butts and needles were thrown haphazardly on the leather floor. The coffee table full of garbage had already been kicked over by the owner of the voice, causing all the dirty bowls and food bags on the table to be scattered on the ground.

The dark-skinned man punched the cheek of the little man standing in front of him tremblingly in a rage, and took a sharp puff of the cigarette rolled up by the big / hemp, as if he was smoking ordinary nicotine.

"It's the first time our 'thing' has been robbed since that kid became Horn's new 'driver', huh? You/ass talk about it! Why do they always know where our trade is?!

The little man who was beaten with a mouth full of blood explained with some eagerness: "It's not that you don't know that when Natle didn't join Horn before, it was the human spirit and the 'jack of all trades' here, Blake, he always has a way to ......"

"Rice has a way of screwing your brat's head off and kicking it as a ball, he's got a way to your chick while killing your old mother and your child, and then throwing you into a speeding truck! If we can't get our money back, you're going to die before me, believe it or not?" Blake scolded, kicking the hapless little man who came to report the news.

"Blake, if you want me to say, we should take a few people and a few guys back for revenge. The man standing across from Black said.

"Revenge? Let's not say that Nattle is currently the big red man in front of Horn, and you can't find a chance to retaliate, let's just say that if the first shot between the Rice Gang and Horn was shot by us, before Horn hits, Rice Boss will be the first to kill us, are you stupid! What do you think is the reason why Rice Boss hasn't fired at Horn all this time? They are at least twice as many as us! Otherwise, how could that bastard of Natle have been bouncing around for so long? Fucking yesterday he was swaggering and taking his family to the movies, fuck. ”

"Is it just a matter of swallowing it?" the man was a little unconvinced.

“…… No, no, Blake, we can't find money from Nattell, but we can get money from other people!" The little man who had been beaten seemed to have a flash of inspiration, and suddenly got up from the ground excitedly, clutching his stomach, which had been kicked and hurting, and excited.

"What else can you do with your pig's brain?" Blake snorted disapprovingly.

"That German! Theolod Lecht! Do you remember? He used to be a cabbage with Nattle! He didn't go to Los Angeles to work, he went to Hollywood to be a goddamn star! His first movie had just been released, and it seemed to be quite popular, and the newspapers were full of his news. Before, Natel went to the cinema for the first time and had the luxury of going to that movie, what is that kind of fear. ”

"The Germans are going to be movie stars?" Blake suddenly came to his senses, "Come, come, tell me everything you know about that Lecht......

The little man immediately told Blake all the news he had inadvertently obtained in the past few days, and Blake laughed obscenely when he heard it, revealing a disgusting mouthful of big yellow teeth.

Theolod did become famous for a movie, and even the work with Marshall was very smooth.

At this moment, the corners of Marshall's mouth couldn't help but turn up at the thought of the appointment he had in hand, tomorrow he could sign his second agent, and the artist under that agent, and that artist also happened to be a fellow Australian countryman - although the other party was also a little-known newcomer, which was negligible, and he was a little happy to think about it.

It's a small step for the future, a small step for Marshall, a big step for D.N.A., isn't it? At least the company is getting some headcount now...... In addition to Theorod, a star, there is finally a second person under him! In addition, the interview invitations of fashion magazines, photo shoot invitations, and countless scripts have all smashed into his desk, and Marshall, who has been busy all day long, only feels pain and happiness.

What was he still doing at this time last year? He was fired from the company, his artists were terminated, his rent was due, he had no money to go home, and he sat in a bar day and night to borrow alcohol to kill his sorrows, who would have thought that a year later, he would be like this again, and he would set up a brokerage company on his own?

Marshall looked at the scripts that he wanted to star in Theorod, and wondered if he should pick and choose first and then send them to that genius with extraordinary tastes, but the kid he picked before didn't like it, and the kid he didn't like didn't say a word, such as the new film "Two Big Smoking Guns" by the still little-known director Guy Ritchie - although the film didn't even have a shooting date.

At this time, the phone on the desk rang again. This was the first call of the day, and maybe he should have found a secretary for himself.

Yes, before that, in order to save money, Marshall did not even hire a secretary assistant, and he himself, in addition to being his own secretary, had to work part-time as Theorod's assistant and driver--who told that kid to be as reluctant to spend money as he was? I don't know who he learned from in this way, and it stands to reason that a child of his age is not at the age of spending lavishly and without moderation? How can he be like an old man and consume too rationally.

Marshall thought wildly, answered the phone, and casually said the scene that has been repeated many times in the past few weeks: "Good afternoon, this is D.N.A, and I'm Marshall Upton, can I help you with anything?"

But the other party's next words made the smile on Marshall's face gradually dissipate.

The call didn't last long, and soon, the other party hung up the call very rudely. Marshall stared at the phone for a long time, his face appeared with an unprecedented stern expression, the ballpoint pen in his hand knocked on the table again and again, and ten minutes later, he directly picked up his coat and stood up.

When Theolod heard the bad news from Marshall, he was sitting on the floor of the living room, holding a carton of cereal and family-packed milk, looking at the DVD he had bought. In the few days after the release of "First Degree Fear", he bought a cabinet full of DVDs, squatted at home, and watched them over and over again, as if he had been enchanted by evil, and Maggie couldn't help but worry a little about his physical health and eyesight.

In fact, Theolod just wants to take advantage of the money and time now that he has the money and time to enjoy the world's excellent movies. However, there are so many good films in the world that Theolod sometimes regrets why he didn't live in the fifties, and sometimes he is so excited that he thinks that it is really lucky to live in the same era as these excellent actors.

And whenever he enters the mode of studying films, Theorod, who is a grandfather, becomes unexpectedly "sentimental".

It was in this context that Marshall came to his side.

"Theo, you pause for a moment, there is a very strict matter that I have to explain to you, as well as ask for your opinion. Marshall stood behind Theorod and watched "The Godfather 3" on TV. By the way, this is the first time he's seen this series of movies, and he's probably met three times......

"No, wait, there's only a little left, let me finish it. Theorod said without looking back.

Marshall noticed something strange about his voice, and he stepped forward to find that the child was crying again.

Yes, again.

Every time Marshall bumps into Theolod squatting at home to enjoy a movie, there is almost a 70% chance that his eyes are red, maybe because of emotion, maybe because of excitement, or some other reason that Marshall doesn't understand. According to him, it is "too beautiful", "too perfect", "unbelievable", and "I can't control myself".

Ordinary people can't understand the world through the eyes of an artist, and Marshall can't understand the performing arts through the eyes of Theorod.

So his tone was a little impatient: "You've seen this series at least three times, no matter how good it is, according to you, you'll get bored one day." Theorod, rather than this movie that you can pick up at any time and watch it wherever you want, you should focus your attention on the question I'm about to talk about, which is about you. ”

"It doesn't matter that any problem will have a solution to it. ”

"Isn't it important that those fox friends of yours called to the door to threaten to expose your previous scandal to the media?!" Marshall was so angry by Theolod's indifferent attitude that his nose was crooked, and in an impulsive way, he directly stated the reason why he came to the door.

"Oh, I called so early. Compared to Marshall's excitement, Theolod seemed very calm, he grabbed a handful of cereal and stuffed it into his mouth, then poured a large mouthful of milk, stuffed his mouth to the brim, looked at the cast and crew that popped up on the TV screen, and then slowly swallowed the contents of his mouth into his stomach, "I thought they would wait until I was more famous, at least win one or two Oscars, and be worth tens of millions before calling, but unfortunately they were much more breathless than I thought." ”

"Well, well, how much does the other party want?"

Look at what he said, it's like expecting someone to blackmail him every day! Marshall looked at Theorod, whose eyes were still wet, and sighed in his heart.

"10% of any income you make later. Marshall sneered, "This is no longer enough to make the lions open their mouths, they don't understand the art of negotiation." ”

"They come from a neighborhood with a very high crime rate, and most of them don't have graduated from elementary school, and they make a living from extortion and robbery, what do you think?" said Theorod in a factual tone, "so it's only natural that they're naïve." ”

Naive...... Can't you change the adjective to a more reliable one?!Marshall looked at Theolod sitting on the ground with the corner of his mouth twitching, saying that you kid is a little too calm, isn't it that according to normal development, shouldn't you jump up from the ground and pace back and forth to think?!