Chapter 235 We Knew Each Other Soon

Americans know that Harvey is the savior of independent and niche films, Twentieth Century Fox is a miserable man, and DreamWorks is a technical wonder that makes everyone feel magical. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Using DreamWorks' stunts to make a Harvey niche movie, and then promoting it by Fox, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a business that wants to lose money, although it is his own uncle, but Monica is also very unconfident, because in recent years, the income of Twentieth Century Fox has not been good, and several blockbusters that have been sold in the past have been difficult to produce one after another, and the cooperation with DreamWorks is just two companies that have fallen into a bottleneck to seek another breakthrough.

Since she was a child, Monica has participated in countless banquets, and she has reached the point of boredom, if it weren't for work, she really wouldn't be too lazy to come to this kind of hypocritical and boring banquet, but just when she was bored and biting the straw, a strange face came into her eyes.

Westerners are also hopelessly blind to the faces of Orientals, unlike Easterners who distinguish Westerners from their eyes, Westerners look at Orientals' noses to distinguish them.

But this oriental man's facial features seem to be very clear Wine Glass Monica remembered that journalists have seen no fewer handsome men and women than videographers, but Monica is the first time that she has such a deep impression of a person's facial features, it looks very comfortable, and it seems to be very attractive.

After being attracted by this man with an oriental face, Monica saw the faces of several oriental girls behind him, a man brought so many girls to the banquet, this behavior is indeed a little weird, but she also saw Zoe who visited a few days ago, and suddenly became more interested.

I have been observing the oriental man in the corner, and I found that he seems to have an unusual relationship with those girls, and the journalists have an extremely keen sense of smell for gossip.

It seems that he should be a playboy with a background, Monica made up her mind for Wang Luo, and she was a little less interested, and she had no interest in talking.

After the party started, she searched around but couldn't find her uncle, and finally found her uncle at the Asian man's location, Monica didn't think much about it and bothered, because it was too boring, she wanted to hurry up and finish the interview and go home.

But when she saw the Asian man up close, the other party's jet-black eyes and the different shape of all men's oily and slippery hair made her heart beat a little faster.

Holding a voice recorder in his hand, he asked his uncle Finch and Harvey about the story he had designed, but Monica's eyes kept peeking at Wang Luo, thinking that this man was quite interesting.

"Finch, why don't you have a drink?" Towards the end of the interview, a somewhat loud and drunken voice interrupted Monica, and the rest of the people on the couch, all looking up at the bald, middle-aged man with a drunken flush, Rob Moore, Paramount's executive vice president.

"Moore, can't you change your alcoholism?" Finch restrained his smile and frowned at Moore, "Besides, it's rude to interrupt someone else's interview, and Nini will have to re-record it later." ”

"Oh, Nini, long time no see." Although Moore was a little drunk, he didn't seem to lose his mind, smiled apologetically at Monica, and then sat down beside Harvey and hugged his shoulder, "Brother, let's have a drink." ”

"How much have you drunk?" Harvey said with disgust over his nose.

"To celebrate, let's enter the Asian market together." Moore said with a smile, holding the bottle in his hand.

Harvey frowned slightly and looked at Finch, "Moore, you've drunk too much." ”

"If it weren't for your help, I would have had a lot of effort." Moore continued to laugh.

Finch's face was completely gloomy, "Moore, you should go back." ”

"What happened?" Steven Spielberg, with his gold-rimmed round-rimmed eyes and gray hair, also rushed over, and as a representative of DreamWorks, he naturally attended the dinner, even though he didn't have any work this year.

Wang Luo, the old man who represents the legend of Hollywood directors, naturally knows him, and at the same time he also knows a little about his relationship with Harvey, but I don't know if it's true, anyway, it has nothing to do with him, he just watches the fun.

"Steven, you've come just in time, come, drink this wine, I'll celebrate for you." Moore smiled as he held up the bottle.

"Are you crazy? He has a bad heart and can't drink. Harvey frowned.

"Oh? When did you get so close to him? Moore raised his eyebrows and looked at Harvey curiously, and then patted his head with a pretended enlightenment, "Oh, I almost forgot, you are a cooperative relationship now, you are a group, not the time to compete for the Oscar." ”

Everyone's brows subconsciously furrowed, and their faces were not good-looking.

"Why don't you speak?" Finding that the scene was silent, Moore smiled and swirled on the faces of several people, then put down the wine bottle and looked at Steven, "Steven, you know, how sad I am when you leave." ”

"Yes, if he's gone, there will be no one to help you fight for the position of president." Finch sneered.

Moore's expression froze, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Should we avoid it first?" Wang Luo felt that the situation was a little bad, and it was better for him to be less involved in these people's affairs, and whispered to Liu Shizhen.

Liu Shizhen nodded, and Wang Luo was about to get up and leave, but was stopped.

"Hey, those two Asian friends, don't you say hello?" Moore's sweep saw Wang Luo and Liu Shizhen, and shouted with a chuckle.

Finch frowned and said coldly, "Moore, they're just my friends. ”

"Friends? Oh almost forgot, you're only friends with villains now. Moore laughed.

Steven's expression froze, he turned his head to Wang Luo with an apologetic smile, and patted Moore on the shoulder, "Old man, you really drank too much, and even forgot the etiquette of a gentleman." ”

"Maybe I drank too much, I apologize." Moore touched his bald head and smiled, beckoning to Wang Luo, "This gentleman, how long have you known Finch?" ”

"What does it matter to you how long we've known each other?" There was a hint of exasperation in Finch's tone.

"What does it have to do with you when I make friends?" Moore raised an eyebrow and retorted.

Finch's tone froze.

"We met, not long." Wang Luo looked at Finch's deflated appearance, sat back on the sofa and said, this kind of unwarranted disaster is indeed a bit of a headache, and there are more and more eyes cast here. (To be continued.) )