Chapter 187 of the main text volume is to do what he likes (ask for subscription)

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The black Cadillac slowly parked in the parking lot outside a clubhouse in Malibu under the command of the security personnel, and Murphy and Paul Wilson, who was carrying a large briefcase, got out of the car, showed the invitation to the security personnel, and slowly walked into the door of the clubhouse under the guidance of the other party.

This is a typical private clubhouse, with a fairly large area and many buildings scattered inside.

Following a long aisle covered with red carpets, Murphy and Paul Wilson soon arrived at the place where the party was held.

Although night has fallen, Murphy is like stepping into the world of daylight, the British-style fountain shines dazzlingly in the golden light, the large meadow is dotted with white star lanterns, each building, every embellishment, exudes a unique light, mixed together, but so harmonious and comfortable.

And the guests who came and went, all dressed in formal evening attire.

After taking a turn on the pie duì and barely seeing familiar faces, Paul Wilson was a little strange, "This doesn't seem to be the pie duì in the circle, right?" ”

The two of them found a rest table and sat down, and Murphy looked around and said, "Haven't you heard?" Next year's Miss Universe final will be held in Malibu, which is the preparatory party organized by the organization of Miss Universe. ”

Just now he also saw Donald Trump, if the information he has seen on the Internet is correct, he is one of the owners of the right to host this Miss Universe event, and the other party seems to be NBC.

Murphy turned his head to vaguely see Donald Trump, the New York tycoon surrounded by celebrities and one of the central points of the pie.

And Murphy also saw William Morris' agent, Martin Miller, around him, and he heard Bill Rosis mention yesterday that William Morris is one of the service companies for next year's Miss Universe event.

Just not far from Martin Miller, Murphy also saw his target for the night, with Frank Miller wearing his trademark cowboy hat standing in the crowd as if listening to what Donald Trump was saying.

"When will the finals be held next year?" Paul Wilson seems to be interested in such a beauty pageant, "Isn't it full of beautiful women?" ”

"I don't know." Murphy shook his head and replied casually, "You go check the time, and when we have time next year, we can come over and have a look." ”

If it's a vacation, it's not bad to come and see, Malibu is not far away, and this kind of game is really eye-catching.

Murphy asked for two glasses of water from the waiter who walked by and sat here with Paul Anderson, chatting and looking at Frank Miller's side, waiting for the right opportunity.

"Hi, you're not ......"

The voice of greeting suddenly sounded from the side, and Murphy quickly turned around, he and Paul Wilson were too focused on Frank Miller's side, and they didn't even notice a beautiful woman coming over, this woman saw Murphy and seemed to think, "Hello, Director Stanton, I didn't expect to meet you here." ”

The other party was slender and slender, with long dazzling light brown hair, and his chocolate-colored skin looked unusually smooth under the light.

I just met at the Saturn Awards ceremony not long ago, and Murphy stood up politely and stretched out his right hand, "Hello, Miss Alba." ”

Jessica Alba gave him a gentle squeeze on his hand, "Call me Jesse." ”

Murphy nodded, motioned to the chair next to him, and politely invited, "Got time?" Sit for a while? ”

"Hmm......" Jessica Alba was also unkind, pulling out a chair and sitting down, "Last time I was on stage, I forgot to congratulate you." ”

"You're so polite." Murphy sat back in his seat and beckoned to a waiter standing not far away, "I didn't expect to meet you here." ”

He is not familiar with each other, at best, he has met on the award stage, and he can't find a common topic for a while.

Jessica Alba smiled sweetly, "I'm the face of next year's Globe Contest. ”

"I see." Murphy made a sudden realization, and casually complimented, "The event organizers are too discerning......"

At this point, Murphy turned his head to look, and although he had been talking to Jessica Alba, his eyes were focused on Frank Miller from time to time, and now Frank Miller had left Donald Trump and also came to the resting place, and sat down at a table not far to his left.

Hearing Murphy's compliment, Jessica Alba was still smiling sweetly, but Murphy suddenly changed his words and said, "I'm sorry, Jesse, I saw a friend who wanted to go over and say hello." ”

"Ah......" Jessica Alba was a little surprised by this impolite gesture, but she still smiled and said, "You can do whatever you want." ”

There's no doubt which is more important, Frank Miller or Jessica Alba, and Murphy nodded to Paul Wilson and stood up and walked towards Frank Miller.

The two tables were not far apart, and Murphy could see that Frank Miller had asked for a glass of wine and was drinking it alone.

He didn't go straight over, he asked for a glass of wine from the waiter, and walked unhurriedly to the table.

"Excuse me, Mr. Miller." Murphy stood at the table not far away, and saw Frank Miller turn his head, with irrepressible surprise in his tone, "It's so unexpected to meet you here, I'm a fan of the comics you created." ”

Hearing the latter words, Frank Miller reached out and raised his cowboy hat upward, "Hello." ”

"I heard the grapevine, I heard that you were working on a new Batman comic?" Murphy looked familiar, and seeing that Frank Miller had no disgust on his face, he pointed to the chair opposite, "Can I sit down?" ”

Without waiting for him to speak, Murphy pulled out his chair and sat down across from Frank Miller.

"The comics you created have grown up with me...... Murphy tried his best to eliminate the strangeness between them, and the best way was undoubtedly Frank Miller's proudest comic career, "I have been through very difficult times, and it is also your comics that have made me forget the pain and get back on my feet again and again." ”

Even people in their fifties won't be offended at least when they hear these compliments, and Frank Miller smiled, "I'm glad they're useful to you." ”

"I don't know how to express my love for those comics...... Murphy raised his glass, "for your classic comics!" ”

He drank the wine from the glass.

Frank Miller also took a sip of his glass, and it was nice to be held by a superfan.

Unlike Jessica Alba before him, Murphy had investigated Frank Miller through Guòcaa before he came, and knew that he was a very conceited person, and he was proud of his achievements in the comic world, praising his comics more than pleasing him himself.

Just like Murphy made a real short film, if you want to impress a person, you must do targeted research.

Subsequently, Murphy's words never left Frank Miller's comics, revolving around "Sin City", "The Three Hundred Spartan Warriors" and "Batman: The Dark Knight Returns", and also drank three glasses of wine with Frank Miller in a row.

"Fran," the strangeness between the two faded away, and Murphy had already called out his nickname, "Your comics have given me a kind of motivation since I was a child, and motivated me to work hard for it." ”

"Oh?" Frank Miller didn't quite understand what Murphy meant and looked at him curiously.

"In the mid-'90s, I thought, 'Why could Superman and other Batman comics be adapted into movies,'" Murphy said seriously, "why can't your comics?" ”

Frank Miller frowned slightly and looked at Murphy thoughtfully.

Murphy calmly met Frank Miller's gaze, as if what he said was indeed what he thought, "At that time, I wondered, are Hollywood directors and film companies blind to those comics?" So, I decided to become a film director and make movies of my favorite comics! ”

It's hard to tell if these words are true or false, and Frank Miller doesn't say anything.

"No matter what happened, I never gave up on these ideas." Murphy looks unusually honest, like Forrest Gump, "I started more than two years ago and self-financed my films to hone my directing skills. I'm very lucky, I've worked hard, and after shooting three films, I've made a little bit of success, especially in terms of directing. ”

He looked at Frank Miller with extreme seriousness, "I think I have what it takes to adapt those comics that I like the most, so I decided to come to you." ”

"You're a director?" Frank Miller was puzzled, the other party was in his early twenties, and he didn't look like it.

"Yes, I'm a director." His previous compliment made Frank Miller a little fluttery, and he didn't even notice that he didn't introduce himself, and Murphy officially introduced himself at this time, "My name is Murphy Stanton, and I have made three official feature films. ”

Frank Miller suddenly asked, "The winner of the Saturn Award for Best Horror Film last month?" ”

"Yes, Chainsaw." That's what the awards do, Murphy smiled, "This is my second film directed. ”

Probably because the previous impression on Frank Miller was very good, or maybe it was the name of the Saturn Award winner who played a role, Frank Miller thought for a moment and asked, "Which comic did you like about me?" ”

Murphy didn't go around in circles anymore and said directly, "Sin City!" ”

Hearing the name, Frank Miller shook his head without even thinking about it, "This can't be!" ”

Seeing what else Murphy wanted to say, he raised his hand and said, "You're not the first director to find me, from the beginning, I thought that a Sin City film adaptation was not feasible. It's not because the film format doesn't fit these stories, but because as far as I understand, the film industry is bound to distort my work! ”

Sure enough, even with all that he had said, Frank Miller still didn't waver in his position. (To be continued.) )