Came to the restaurant, under the leadership of the waiter, Martin found the partition where Thomas was, pulled out a chair and sat down, saw a table full of sumptuous meals, and smiled embarrassedly: "You are too polite, talk about something, and invite me to a big meal." Thomas held the fork in his left hand and the knife in his right hand, trying to poke a hundred holes in the handsome face of the bastard opposite, to see if the brain inside was stinking.

Martin wiped his hands, tied his napkin, and picked up his knife and fork: "Thank you for dinner, we will talk while eating." Thomas stared at Martin with his knife and fork on the steak and cut it with all his strength: "What you say, it's better to be true." "He has no love, and he can only make up for it with his career.

Martin did his homework with Louise: "Warner Bros. remade 'The Wax House Witch', Fox confirmed its participation, the project has been given the green light, and several companies, including Pacific Pictures, are involved in the platter, and Silver Pictures, a subsidiary of Warner Bros., is the producer, and Joe Silver and Susan Levine are the producers. Thomas has an understanding of important people in the industry: "Joe Silver is the founder of Silver Pictures, and in recent years, his health has been poor, and he is rarely directly involved in the work of the crew, and the real person in charge of the crew should be Susan Levine, vice president. Martin had seen Susan Levine's photos in the afternoon, some of which were familiar, but he couldn't remember them, and he must have glimpsed them on the entertainment news in his previous life: "I want to know Susan Levine's personality and preferences, which male roles have been personally finalized in the past, and what they have in common." Thomas's hand cutting the steak stopped, and the bastard on the other side snatched his lines.

This is obviously the agent reminded the actor. Martin took a bite of the cake, which was so sweet that it was greasy, and reminded: "I don't like sweets, don't order it next time, thank you very much for taking the initiative to treat you, but please take proper care of my taste when ordering, I like meat." Thomas sliced the steak harder, and the tray creaked overwhelmed.

He felt countless wheels rolling in his face, but he couldn't scream, and said in a muffled voice, "I remember." Satisfied, Martin continued the conversation as follows: "The director finalized by Warner Bros. is called Zomi Sheilla, a Spaniard who has never directed a formal film before, and I need to know more about him. Thomas took it to heart.

Martin added: "The project has not yet decided on the casting director, and if it does, I want to know his name as soon as possible, as well as the acting style he admires, the people and things he hates." Thomas decided not to care about the other party's stealing of the lines, and said: "The decision of the actor is in the hands of the producer, and there are many factors that affect the choice of the producer, the most typical, the recommendation of the partner, Louise Meyer has made you go ahead." Martin said: "The casting director can choose to say good things or bad things, and maybe a bad word will affect the producer's perception." Thomas agreed: "He can't decide, but he can do bad things." Martin took a plate of barbecue, and before starting, he said: "After Christmas, the crew will be officially formed, you hurry up." ”

"Don't worry, these are what I'm good at." Thomas aligned with Martin's interests in this regard. Martin picked up his glass and clinked glasses with Thomas: "I admire your professionalism for talking to me about work so late and taking the initiative to treat you." He poured soup into people without a trace: "Thomas, I am lucky to meet a professional agent like you." Thomas's jammed cardiovascular system finally cleared up a few points, and he drank the wine in the cup in one gulp: "The opportunity is so good, we must seize it." He was ruthless: "Martin, if something goes wrong, I will take you to the super party of middle-aged and elderly women in the circle, and let you know what horror is." Martin discussed with Thomas as he ate that Louise brought sixty or seventy percent of the possibilities, and that they were going to fill it up to 100 percent as much as possible.

After eating, Thomas called the waiter over and prepared to pay. Martin took out his credit card first: "Let you work overtime, I can't let you have a treat anymore, I'll pay." Thomas was inexplicably relieved and didn't insist.

The two went out of the restaurant, and Martin drove back to Sherman Oaks, ready to stay and sleep with the beautiful rich woman.

Life is so good. Thomas started the car, hesitated for a moment, turned around, and drove towards the company's location, deciding to work overtime to collect information.

In the evening, while Martin instructed Louise to taste the Italian cannon, Thomas drank a large cup of bitter coffee at the company to refresh himself.

Early in the morning, Louise, who was full of air and comfort, cooked for Martin and made breakfast. In William Morris's office hall, Thomas, tired in the middle of the night, was lying crookedly on the swivel chair, sleeping with a sore back and leg cramps.

Life is really special***. …… Burbank, Silver Pictures. Vice President Susan Levine came to the office on time to start the day.

She's just 30 years old, but she's worked as a co-producer and producer on several crews. The assistant knocked on the door and came in: "Ms. Mel has arrived at the front desk. Susan got up and went to the reception room, "Please." "She has to deal with all aspects of the platter film project.

In the reception room, two women of similar age met. Susan was slightly surprised: "Louise, the wind in the North African desert didn't blow *** skin, but you are in better shape than before, how did you do it?" Louise wouldn't tell her, "Secret." She turned to the topic: "I came to you today, mainly for the new project." Susan said

"In terms of investment, didn't you negotiate with Warner Bros.?" Louise lifted her black-rimmed glasses: "I'm here for the male lead." ”

"I can't promise you." At their level, Susan will not make random promises: "Not to mention small investors, there are nine platter companies that are qualified to be co-producers on the crew, and four of them have recommended the leading actor, not including the eldest lady of the Hilton family." Louise had just watched the tape with Martin: "She also recommended the actor?" Susan reminded: "She brought capital into the group, and the actual investment is higher than your Pacific Pictures." Louise nodded: "I won't embarrass you, a chance to play fair." Susan, as the de facto leader of the project, couldn't have completely messed up the film, saying, "I can guarantee that." Louise was ready to take her leave: "You are busy, I will not bother, and go out to drink in the evening." ”

"I'm not free these days, I'll talk about it after Christmas." Susan couldn't help but ask, "I'm curious about who is worth your own trip." She meant, "Isn't it special?" Louise smiled: "Very special, you won't understand." Going downstairs and up to Bentley, Louise said to Nikki, the driver and assistant, "Go to the Bartenders Association." "Master Bartender Louise has just created a brand new cocktail to continue her fame through the Bartenders Guild.

On the way, Louise contacted the editor-in-chief of Esquire magazine again, preparing to go to the magazine again.

Bartenders, like artists, need to spend money on frying. …… Atlanta, home of the beast. Before it was time to go to work, Ivan entered the lobby with a pile of mail, and when he passed by the bar, he took out one of the packages and threw it to Bruce: "Lao Bu, express mail from Los Angeles." Bruce caught it, took out the dagger and dismantled it: "It's finally here!" "Unwrapping the package, inside was a pile of beautifully printed posters, all of which highlighted a single spot.

There is also a signed photo. Scarlett Johansson's profile photo with a hot body and curvy figures. Bruce picked it up, looked around, saw that no one was paying attention, and kissed the photo again and again.

The hot kisses, all in one place. Take a Polaroid photo, and somewhere the color gradually fades.

Bruce had enough, took out his phone, and dialed Martin: "I received the things, I'm satisfied, and our debts are written off." ”

"Lao Bu, slow down." On the other side, Martin deliberately said, "Beware of lead poisoning, you won't be able to walk through the back door." Bruce put away the photo: "The shit you spew, it's always hot and smelly." Martin responded: "Have you smelled it?" After a few words of habitual spraying, Bruce hung up the phone, and the phone rang again.

He looked at the caller ID and connected: "You have something to do with me?" ”

"I'm outside the club where you work, come out and talk."

"Wait for me for five minutes." Bruce packed his package, came out of the club gate, saw Lynch's personal vehicle, and went over to the co-pilot: "Lynch, what are you looking for me to do?" Want to barrigate the British? Lynch from DEA glanced at the old guy and said: "I got the information, those old blacks in the south city that I defeated last time have a connection with the Mexican side, and they have suffered very serious losses, so they dare not retaliate against DEA, but sooner or later they will find out about you." Bruce said coldly, "I'm going to screw their heads off and shove them in their ass." Lynch said, "No matter how powerful you are, how many can one person deal with?" Bruce asked, "What do you want me to do?" ”

"Joining the DEA, they don't dare to come nonsense in the United States." Lynch suggests. Bruce nodded, "I want to sit in the office." What Lynch said to him was not the same thing at all: "Be DEA's informant, DEA will keep you safe." Bruce directly vetoed: "I'd rather face their guns." ”

"I knew it would be like this." Lynch was not surprised, and said: "It is impossible for the DEA to protect your safety, you can't guard against attacks all the time, I suggest that you leave Atlanta for the time being, and go out of the reach of their forces." "Bruce was thinking about it, he had been a soldier and knew how powerless an individual could be when faced with multiple firearms.

Lynch persuaded: "Before they come, leave early, there is no need to fight to the death with those rotten people." ”

"Thank you." Bruce got out of the car, closed the door and said, "I wrote down this favor." Lynch waved his hand, waited for the passenger door to close, and started the car to leave.

Bruce put his hands in his pockets and entered the club. The torn wrapping jacket is still sitting on the bar.

Bruce glanced at the Los Angeles address above and made a note of it. Dog shit and dog shit can last forever.