The Hiss in front of him looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, his face was full of childishness that was difficult to hide, and the Australian accent that was still uncorrected between his words was more like a simple young man from the countryside, and his angry words sounded unconvincing to outsiders - Hiss knew Hugo? Could he have known better than the young volcano, better than Hollywood as a whole? The answer is clearly no.

"Hahahaha......" So, everyone laughed, and the people at the surrounding tables laughed.

The man who flipped through the "Los Angeles Times" even wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and patted Heath's immature shoulder, "Young man, don't dream, this is not a fairy tale world." Besides, didn't you still want to buy invitations on the black market? Why are you starting to speak righteously again? Could it be because ......" the man dragged out the last note, then looked at all the "audience" around him, raised his right hand and pinched his thumb, index finger and middle finger, "lack of cash?" ”

The mocking tone suddenly made everyone laugh again.

Daydreaming, which is not uncommon in Hollywood, can be seen almost every day with hundreds of young people with ethereal dreams of being actors come to Los Angeles, and then little by little they consume their youth here, and finally disappear in time. There are not ten thousand but eight thousand people like Hiss who work as waiters in cafes and try to get ahead. But what can really succeed is not only one percent or one in a thousand, but often one in ten thousand does not necessarily produce a top superstar.

From Tom Cruise to Tom Hanks to Hugo Lancaster, Hollywood has witnessed the birth of a truly superstar that consumes almost half a century of energy.

Any Los Angeles resident with a slight interest in the entertainment industry knows that this Hugo's private party is a private party where everyone wants to be a guest, everyone is happy to discuss, everyone fantasizes about being able to attend such an occasion, and there are even rumors that the governor of California wants to get an invitation. Even if they know they can't get in - but at least they have a much better chance than a minor from rural Australia.

So, everyone was laughing, mocking Hiss's daydreaming and self-indulgence.

Heath's immature white cheeks turned red in an instant, he wanted to punch the man in front of him, he wanted to loudly refute and reprimand the other party, but he couldn't say a word. This made him feel very aggrieved, the fire burning in his chest could not be vented, and after the peak of his anger, he felt humiliated, and he wanted to flee.

When Hiss turned around and wanted to escape, he found that a man in front of him was coming towards him, blocking his way out, which made him even more embarrassed, so he wanted to get out of the way and go instead, but found that the tables around him were full of people, and the chairs were leaning back against the chairs, and there was no room for him to move away, so he could only let him circle in circles, like a trapped beast.

Seeing Hiss so embarrassed, the people around him laughed even more happily, and the man raised his voice and mocked condescendingly, "Hugo Lancaster, that's the top of the current Hollywood pyramid, it is estimated that even Harrison Ford wants to attend the party, he needs his agent to come out in person, not to mention you nobody, it's ridiculous." ”

Heath, who was not well versed in the world, wanted to punch the man in the face, but he hadn't paid his rent for three months, and if he lost his job again, he would have to go back to Australia - and even more ridiculously, he didn't even have the money to buy a plane ticket back to Australia, in other words, he had to go to sleep on the street. With the dream of being an actor, he left Australia and came to Los Angeles, but he was played around by this cannibalistic Vanity Fair, and all of Hiss's vitality and temper were smoothed out little by little.

"I didn't know, but you knew Harrison Ford." A voice rang out, and the laughter around it gradually subsided. Everyone looked over, and it was the man who had just walked towards Hiss.

The man looked young, almost about the same age as Heath, no more than twenty, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses, a tall figure with a large body, a smile on his face, and a plain black bag on his back, looking like a nerd doing research at the University of California.

The man had thought that some big man had appeared - after all, there was always a need to be careful here in Hollywood, and it was not uncommon for Hugo to sit behind them, but when he saw the nerd in front of him, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and teased, "I'm not sure what's going on with Harrison Ford, but I'm sure you definitely don't know Harrison Ford." There was laughter all around.

The nerd didn't care, just smiled and shrugged, "I don't know if Harrison is interested in Hugo's party, but I'm sure that if Hugo was here, he wouldn't like your banter." Because Hugo held this party, he definitely didn't want to become a topic of black market hype. ”

"So, you know again?" The man raised his eyebrows and mocked, then looked at the audience around him and said, in the tone of a Shakespeare play, "Oh God, another Nietzsche has appeared!" Everyone laughed again.

Heath looked at the nerd in front of him with some embarrassment, and gave an apologetic smile to his peers, "I'm sorry, it's all my trouble, you don't have to speak for me." ”

The nerd laughed and waved his hand indifferently, "I just told the truth." You know, Hugo once told a story that when he participated in the interview for the crew of 'Smell the Fragrance and Know the Woman', he almost felt like a fruit, because he had just won the Golden Raspberry Award for Worst Actor at that time, and he was in a not very unsightly manner, so everyone in the scene was staring at him. But he still went to the audition, he didn't have a dream or anything like that, he just firmly believed that he was an actor and he should rely on himself to find a way. So, I guess you should stick with it too, after all, the City of Angels is meant to be a city of miracles, isn't it? ”

The man was stunned, then raised his hands high, "Look, our great Nietzsche actually knows Hugo, it's incredible!" The sarcastic tone made everyone laugh again.

This time, however, the nerd turned his head and said seriously, "It doesn't matter if I know Hugo, but I'm sure you don't know Hugo." This is what the man had just mocked the nerd, and now it was being used on himself again, which made the man look embarrassed, and the audience laughed without exception.

Then, the nerd looked at Hiss with a grateful face in front of him, took the "ugly" black schoolbag in front of him, and took it out of it, "Here's the thing, in fact, Hugo also gave me a few invitations to this party for me to distribute, but my friends are not as many as I imagined, so now there is a redundancy." I knew that Hugo would kill me if I put it on the black market, so I thought ......" The nerd had an extra red envelope in his hand that immediately caught everyone's attention, "instead of wasting it in my hands, give it to those who need it." ”

The nerd looked in the direction of the street and said with a smile, "I was going to give it to a few beautiful women and invite her to be my date for the party that night, but now it seems ...... Maybe you'll be more suitable. Then the nerd handed the envelope to Hiss in front of him.

Heath froze straight in place, looking at the nerd and not understanding what was going on. The nerd raised his hand and motioned for Heath to take over. Hiss reacted and wanted to reach out, but found that he was still holding a plate with two dirty coffee cups on it, he quickly put the coffee tray on the table next to him, whispered "sorry" to the guest, and then took the red envelope from the nerd's hand.

The envelope in his hand was a bright red, but it didn't look bright at all. The grainy touch of the hard card makes it clear how heavy the envelope is. On the front is the handwriting of a black pen, which reads "From Hugo Lancaster", and the elegant and chic font makes people can't help but take a few more looks. Other than that, there is no superfluous decoration, but there is a touch of elegance in the simplicity.

Everyone around couldn't help but gasp, the party invitations that the whole of Los Angeles is talking about now, even the black market has priceless party invitations, and just like that! And it appeared in the hands of a young man who looked less than twenty years old, and handed it over to a young coffee shop waiter, which almost stopped everyone's breath in an instant. Not only the laughter, but also the sound of breathing disappeared completely.

Hiss was obviously a little confused, he looked at the envelope in his hand, and then looked at the nerd in confusion, trying to seek an answer, but before he could speak, the man next to him couldn't help but mock, "Look, look, now even fake invitations have appeared, it's really a crazy world, isn't it?" ”

The man's face became very bad at this time, because the woman and the young man at the same table were full of surprise, and immediately cast a look at him for verification, as if asking, "Is the invitation real?" The shame almost burned him to the ground, so he couldn't wait to expose the nerd for what he really was, and he was so adamant that it was a fake invitation.

The nerd smiled nonchalantly and said to Hiss in front of him, "It's up to you to believe it." With that, he turned and prepared to leave.

At this point, Heath finally came to his senses and called out to the nerd, "I, I believe." After a pause, he held out his right hand, "My name is Heath Ledger, a ...... Uh, an actor who is always ready. Who are you? ”

"Samora Kasvi, at this moment, is still Hugo's assistant for the time being." The nerd smiled and shook Hiss's right hand, then literally turned away without looking back.

The whole coffee room was silent, and no one even paid attention to the man who was talking nonsense, and everyone cast their eyes at the red envelope in Hiss's hand, as if there was a powerful magic on it, and it was impossible to take their eyes off it. "Dudu Du", a motorcycle happened to pass by at this time, and the crisp sound of the engine became more and more silent and empty.