“OK。” Jenny said she didn't really care about The Hunger Games right now, and didn't even know what she was talking about, "but it's good news -- we don't have to worry about screening management."

Seeing Cesare's expression, she closed her mouth and found that her comfort was clumsy, perhaps even counterproductive, and she awkwardly returned to silence, letting the wind be the only sound on the terrace.

The moon is a small yellow circle hanging high in the sky, and in sparsely populated Malibu, the night sky is brilliant, a piece of □□ is inlaid with stars and diamonds, and the Milky Way stretches freely across the sky, like a trail left by a long stream of milk. Cesare's expression was only faintly visible in the night sky, and he did not speak, nor did he get out of the way to let Jeanne into the house—there was no sign of asking her to leave, so she could only stand quietly at the edge of the railing, uneasy to realize that she was witnessing Cesare's - extremely rare - vulnerable side, and even that he was on the verge of collapse...... No, it's already collapsed, it's not excessive. Maybe he didn't look much different than usual, and still wore the perfect mask, but maybe it would have shattered and fallen and splattered all over the ground with a single touch, or maybe it had already shattered, and Cesare was barely holding on to the last illusion.

“…… Cell phone. After a long silence, Cesare said, his voice slightly hoarse, but steady as if talking about someone else's business, "She looked at my phone and I ......"

He paused, took a deep breath, "I, my mother—"

"I know." Jenny interrupted him, she couldn't take it anymore, "I'...... I heard her voice just now. ”

Cesare didn't say anything more, he closed his eyes, and breathed deeply, long, as Jeanne looked in the other direction, and pressed her hand on the inside of her nose, feeling uneasily that she had revealed too much personal emotion in her words—she didn't know, and perhaps letting Cesare know that she was feeling sorry for him, that it hurt him more deeply, like the teacher he brought home when he was sick when he was in boarding school, and this affection may have been entirely kind, but it would have made him realize how ...... he was How sympathetic.

It's not just a matter of information, Virginia. Vijerry is the production manager of Disney's main department, and she is also an elite in the industry, so she can't know how wide the news will be implicated, if it weren't for Cesare thinking of her, they would really start to suspect the innocent Dream executives, and how much impact this will have on the Dream management that has been adjusting-

And she still chose to do it, which shows that she doesn't care, whatever her reason is, it shows that she doesn't really care.

"Do you know how I guessed her?" After a moment of silence, Cesare said, sounding as if he had succeeded in suppressing his emotions, "No—let me finish, that's what I have to say." ”

Jenny wanted to point out that he didn't really need to confess, that she didn't care if there was an explanation or not, and that the results were satisfactory enough - but she just whispered, "OK." ”

"She invited me to Aiden's talent show," Cesare said, "and that in itself was an obvious hint that Mrs. Vejerry may not have much self-knowledge, but it was clear to me that she was not the kind of mother who was keen to create a family atmosphere...... At least not for me. ”

Jeanne said, "Cesare—"

"After the talent show, she left me for dinner, and we talked about each other's company, and she didn't ask any questions that shouldn't be asked, so I didn't get suspicious, and after the meal, Aiden invited me to visit his treehouse -- it was in the courtyard, and I took off my coat...... And my phone is in my coat pocket. Cesare ignored her, and he continued, "She peeked at my phone at that time - I should be honored that Mrs. Vijri actually remembered my phone password, followed the password trick she taught me, 2372, and enter my nickname...... I wonder why she was embarrassed when it was exposed, after all, it was all so obvious. I don't know what was more frustrating - it was my mother who peeked at my phone and said to Dick. Or is it that Cook betrayed Big Dream's trade secrets, or is she so stupid, or am I actually even more stupid than she is-"

"Cesare!" Jeanne amplified her voice, and Cesare shook slightly, his eyes turning from sluggish to solid, and he looked at Jenny again.

Jeanne felt she ought to say something clever, but her brain stopped spinning completely, and now all she wanted to do was hug Cesare, but it would be too rude, and perhaps too contemptuous for Cesare.

"Oh, it." She cursed under her breath, stood on tiptoe and put her arms around his shoulders, giving him a strong hug.

This wasn't the first time she'd been 'intimate' with Cesare, for all sorts of reasons, they had hugged many times, Jenny usually told herself not to think about it or pay more attention to anything, but she couldn't help but notice Cesare's stiffness and nervousness now, this jerkiness didn't seem to be directed at her, it was more like - more like he wasn't used to hugging, this skill seemed to be learned as an adult, and it was easy to get rusty after a few years without contact, which was not like an emotional act for him, but more like a social action, It's like the reason why he chooses to hug on all occasions, but it's because it fits the atmosphere, and it seems a bit rude not to do it.

Jeanne herself was not the kind of girl who embraced her, she had always been indifferent to intimate movements, but even so, she was far from being able to enjoy a hug, she couldn't help but deepen the intensity of the hug, and slammed Cesare hard, as if by doing so, she could use her strength to break through his helplessness, and instill in him the joys and sorrows of normal people, before she let go of her hand and took a step back.

"Do you feel better now?" She asked.

Cesare pursed his lips, still looking terrified, and it was interesting to see such astonishment on this normally expressionless face, and Jenny noticed that he always looked strangely young at such moments.

"Listen, I've experienced this kind of thing," she said, "and it's allowed and natural to be sad, but you don't have to be ashamed." It's her business, it's not about you - it's not comfort, it's a fact, Virgilia is Virgilia, you're you, and you don't have to take responsibility for what your mother did, because obviously, you don't have control over her lower limit. You don't need to worry about the reaction of your friends, and if I can't separate her actions from you, then I don't deserve to be your friend, do I? ”

Cesare opened his mouth and closed it again, he pursed his lips, his expression mixed for a moment, but his eyes lit up again, he lowered his hand, his back began to straighten, Jeanne's coherent unraveling seemed more useful than embracing, allowing him to rebuild himself in this clear logic.

“Right。” The familiar Cesare, he said, returned, "and you are right—and indeed you have a point."

"I guess it's not that hard to admit that I'm more organized than you are—even once?" Jenny said briskly, smirking at Cesare with eight teeth, in her deliberately tone.

Her signal was picked up, and Cesare rolled her eyes back, and they laughed softly at the same time, and Jenny leaned against the railing, waveling up the hat on her T-shirt to block out the strong sea breeze.

"I know we've got a clear idea of what to do when the Hunger Games are down to the club," she said, "but now I suddenly want to make a little change, you know mine, Cesare, I've always had a very narrow mind—I've always been very vindictive. ”

Cesare's eyes appeared in Jeanne's familiar smile—the kind of smile she liked, a real smile, lit up from her eyes to her lips—"OK, revenge." ”

"So I'm suggesting we go into the house now, refuel some energy, and then deploy a new plan," Jenny said, smiling and serious, "snatching the Hunger Games and slapping Dick hard. Cook slapped him in the face, deepening the impression - no one should mess with him. Jenny. Jefferson, don't anyone think about it-OK? ”

Cesare looked at her, then laughed, and he said as he laughed, "OK." ”

Jeanne waited for him to turn around, or at least to get out of the way—but Cesare did not, on the contrary, laughing, leaning forward, taking Jeanne's shoulders and embracing them softly, restrainedly.

It was a short hug, perhaps lasting just over a second, and unlike Cesare's countless unsolicited hugs, most of them to build a wall between the paparazzi and her, it seemed green and hesitant, as if he didn't really know what to do, and he let go of his hand before Jeanne could actually react.

"Thank you." He whispered in Jenny's ear, breath blowing through her ear as she spoke.

Then he straightened up, turned around and walked into the house, took out two tissues and returned to the balcony, bent down and padd his hands with paper towels, picked up the cigarette butt he had thrown out, threw it into the trash, pulled out a wet towel and wiped his palm, but he still didn't seem satisfied, and simply walked in the direction of the bathroom again.

-- Jenny went through three stages: inexplicable, crying and laughing, and forced to laugh, and she stood on the balcony and watched Cesare finish his solo talent show - and she had to bite her lip very hard to keep from laughing.

"Oh, God." As soon as Cesare's figure disappeared into the aisle, she laughed, "Oh, Godblesshim." ”

Raising her hand to wipe the tears from her laughter, she covered her ears that were still a little hot, Jenny pursed her lips vigorously, "Godblesshim......"

She went straight into the living room to find Jim—she suspected he had already eaten in the kitchen, but when Jenny opened the door, she found Jim leaning in the hallway by the door, a sandwich in his hand, feasting.

"Hey," he said to Jenny, grinning, "don't want to disturb your private time - so now I can go in?" ”

"I don't know what you think we're doing," Jenny said with a smirk, "but I'd better put away the sassy look and find a wipe to clean the bread crumbs from the carpet, and -- the plan has been revised again, we've got to take The Hunger Games, but don't ask why, be natural, you know, like we were going to do it in the first place." ”

To be able to pick Cesare's thigh among the many executives at CAA, and hold on to it, and make a push in the latter stages of his career, from a small agent to the current point, Jim couldn't have been a fool, and Jenny's words and the scene he might have just seen should have revealed enough information - he glanced at Jenny in dismay, then tiptoed inside, his face quickly gloomy. "Virginia?"

Jenny raised an eyebrow in surprise, "You'd be able to guess, Jimmyboy." ”

"It's not hard to guess - since it has to do with the Chesa," Jim shook his head, "I know what to do, it's just—"

He seemed to not know how to phrase it, and after a while, he touched his fat face, and while glancing at Jenny, he said cautiously and in a low voice, "It's just that sometimes you can't help but feel it, because of his family...... You know, the environment in which he grew up, he really needed a girl, you know, a girl like Lillian......"

Jenny was stunned for a second before she understood his subtext, and she glared at Jim with a smile, "Of course! Otherwise what do you think? ”

"What are you talking about behind my back?" The door to the living room was opened for the second time in a short time, and Cesare stepped out wiping the drops of water from his hands, and after all the time he had just spent tidying up, he seemed to be completely back to normal - if he knew what Jeanne and Jim were talking about, he didn't show it at all, but casually picked up the sandwich on Jim's plate and took a bite, "Come in, we'd better finish it quickly, there's still a lot to do." ”

Jim and Jenny were of course quickly back to normal, and Jim hurried into the living room wiping the crumbs off his lips, while Jenny squeezed in front of him.

"Go and wipe the crumbs," she yelled at Jim vengefully, "or it will be the same as Cesare said—the cleaning costs you!" ”

Cesare glanced at the word crumbs, and Jim's movements froze, and after a moment, he sighed and shrugged his shoulders in resignation.

“OK、OK。” He said wryly, "I'll wipe it, I'll wipe ......."

After a brief joking and eating—Jim certainly didn't really wipe the carpet, they had robot vacuums—the trio picked themselves up, and Cesare bit down on a marker to wipe off the dense handwriting on the whiteboard (strange he wasn't in cleanliness at this point) and took a step back, looking at the empty whiteboard.

"Now that we're going to fight the encirclement," he said contemplatively, "we're going to have to think about what advantages Big Dream has over other companies - what are the big six that we don't have, what we have, what can really impress Susan and her agent, what elements can combine the two......

With his voice, Jenny and Jim couldn't help but fall into thought, as if they were doing a math problem, looking for a usable solution in many factors - and this is destined to be a difficult problem, after all, everyone has to admit that no matter how high the growth of Big Dream is, they are only a growing medium-sized film company, compared with the Big Six, in addition to no internal friction, their advantages are really not much, and the disadvantages are obvious......

Hiding a yawn, Jeanne struggled to keep her brain spinning, and she glanced at Cesare with some envy: after a hard day's work, he was the only one who could be so energetic, judging from his focused expression and blue focused eyes, Cesare was clearly thinking at high speed and nervousness, as excited as if he had just drunk a full cup of coffee, which was his usual performance when encountering a game of minds, the harder the challenge, the more excited he became—sometimes you really can't help but admit that talent is indeed quite important, In addition to natural talent, natural energy is also a very important element of success......

"Understood." Just as Jenny was already inevitably starting to wander, Cesare suddenly flicked his tongue, and he opened the cap of the marker, "I know, what a big dream is, and the six precious resources are enough to impress Susan. Corinthian strength—"

Jenny couldn't help but sit up straight, looking at Cesare expectantly, while Jim, who was next to him, swallowed the hot coffee in his mouth, and then exhaled several hot breaths in embarrassment, while looking at their CEO with good eyes.

Cesare didn't mean to sell it, and in their expectant eyes, he turned around, his blonde hair trembling slightly, and wrote two words on the whiteboard.

Jennifer. Jefferson. He said, pointing to this line of familiar floral letters, turned his head, raised his pen and pointed at Jenny, the corners of his mouth pulled up, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "We have, the big six don't, Jennifer. Jefferson, you—you, are the most precious and decisive resource for Big Dreams. "There is a double shift tonight, but it must be past 11 o'clock, and everyone can watch XD tomorrow morning