Arriving at the restaurant, under the guidance of the waiter, Martin found the partition where Thomas was, pulled out a chair and sat down. When he saw the table full of sumptuous meals, he smiled sheepishly: "You are too polite, let's talk about something, please."

I'm going to have a big dinner." Thomas held the fork in his left hand and held the knife tightly in his right hand, wanting to poke a hundred holes in the handsome face of the bastard opposite him to see if the brain inside was smelly.

Martin wiped his hands, tied the napkin, picked up the knife and fork: "Thank you for the dinner, we will chat while eating." Thomas stared at Martin, the knife and fork fell on the steak, and he cut with all his strength: "You said

It's best if it's true." He no longer has love, so he can only make up for it with his career.

Martin has done enough homework with Louise: "Warner Bros. is remaking "The Devil in the Wax Museum," and Fox has confirmed its participation. The project has received the green light. Many companies, including Pacific Pictures, are participating in the platter. Warner Bros.'s subsidiary Silver

Films is in charge of production, with Joe Silver and Susan Levin serving as producers." Thomas has knowledge of important figures in the industry: "Jo Silver is the founder of Silver Pictures, and his health has been poor in recent years.

Poor, rarely directly involved in the work of the crew. The real person in charge of the crew should be Vice President Susan Levin." Martin had seen Susan Levin's photo in the afternoon, and it looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it. In his previous life, he must have been in entertainment news.

I saw it above: "I want to know Susan Levin's personality and preferences, which actors have personally chosen male roles in the past, and what do they have in common." Thomas stopped cutting the steak furiously, and the bastard opposite him actually grabbed it.

His lines.

This was obviously what the agent reminded the actor. Martin took a bite of the cake and it was so sweet that he reminded him: "I don't like sweets, so don't order it next time. Thank you very much for your initiative to treat me, but please take care of me properly when ordering."

The taste, I like meat." Thomas cut the steak hard again, and the tray made an overwhelming squeaking sound.

He felt countless wheels rolling on his face, but he couldn't scream, so he said in a muffled voice: "I remember." Martin was very satisfied and continued the topic: "The director confirmed by Warner Bros. is called Zomi Sirra, a Spanish man.

, I have never directed a formal film before, and I need to know his specific situation." Thomas automatically remembered it.

Martin added: "The project has not yet decided on a casting director. If it is confirmed, I want to know his name as soon as possible, as well as the performance style he admires, the people and things he hates." Thomas decided not to care about the other party grabbing lines.

, said: "The decision of the male protagonist lies in the hands of the producer. There are many factors that affect the producer's choice. The most typical one is the recommendation of the partner. Louise Meyer has already put you in the forefront." Martin

Said: "The casting director can choose to say good or bad things. 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 said before starting.

: "After Christmas, the crew will be officially established, so hurry up."

"Don't worry, these are what I'm good at." Thomas and Martin have the same interests in this regard. Martin picked up his wine glass and clinked it with Thomas: "You still talk to me about work so late and take the initiative to treat me to dinner. I admire your professionalism."

He poured the soup without leaving a trace: "Thomas, I am lucky to meet a professional agent like you. Thomas's clogged cardiovascular system was finally unblocked, and he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp: "The opportunity is so good.

Okay, we must catch it." He said fiercely: "Martin, if you have a problem, I will take you to a super party for middle-aged and elderly women in the industry to let you know what horror is." Martin ate while eating.

Discussing with Thomas, Louise brought a 60 to 70 percent possibility, and they wanted to fill it in as much as possible to 100 percent.

After dinner, Thomas called the waiter over and prepared to pay the bill. Martin took out his credit card first: "I asked you to work overtime, and I can't let you treat me anymore. I'll pay." Thomas felt inexplicably comfortable and did not insist.

The two left the restaurant, and Martin drove back to Sherman Oaks, planning to stay and sleep with his beautiful rich woman.

Life is so wonderful. 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, when Martin guided Louise to taste Italian cannon, Thomas drank a large cup of bitter coffee in the company to refresh himself.

Early in the morning, Louise, who felt refreshed and refreshed, cooked breakfast for Martin herself. In the office hall of William Morris, Thomas, who had worked hard all night, was lying on a swivel chair, suffering from back pain and leg cramps from sleeping.
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Life is so fucking...Burbank, Silver Film Company. Vice President Susan Levin came to the office on time and started her day's work.

She was just 30 years old, but she had served as a co-producer and producer on several film 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 quickly." Platter

She has to handle all aspects of film projects, relationships and interests.

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 my skin. Your condition is better than before. How did you do it?"

Louise would not tell her: "It's a secret." She turned to the topic: "I came to see you today mainly about the platter for a new project." Susan said

"In terms of investment, haven't you reached an agreement with Warner Bros.?" Louise adjusted her black-rimmed glasses: "I'm here for the leading actor."

"I can't guarantee that it will be given to you." At their level, Susan will not make random promises: "Not counting small investors, there are nine platter companies that are qualified to be co-producers on the crew, and four of them

She recommended the leading actor, and this does not include the eldest lady of the Hilton family." Louise had just watched the video with Martin: "She also recommended the leading actor?" Susan reminded: "She brought the money to join the group, but actually

Pacific Pictures, whose investment is higher than yours." Louise nodded: "I won't make it difficult for you, a chance for fair competition." Susan, as the actual person in charge of the project, could not completely mess up the film, so she said: "This is

I can guarantee that." Louise was about to leave: "If you are busy, I won't disturb you and I will go out to drink in the evening."

"I don't have time these days, let's talk about it after Christmas." Susan couldn't help but ask more: "I'm curious, who is worthy of your personal visit." She pointedly asked: "Is it special?

Louise smiled: "It's very special, you won't understand." After going downstairs and getting on the Bentley, Louise said to the driver and assistant Nikki: "Go to the Bartenders Association." The bartending master Louise just said

Create a brand new cocktail and continue to make a name for yourself through the Bartenders Association.

On the way, Louise contacted the editor-in-chief of "Esquire" magazine again and prepared to appear in the magazine again.

Bartending masters, like artists, need to be paid to be hired... Atlanta, home of the beast. Before it was time to go to work, Ivan entered the lobby with a pile of mail. When passing by the bar, he took out one of the packages and threw it to Bruce: "

Old Boo, express mail from Los Angeles." Bruce caught it, took out the dagger and opened it: "It's finally here!" Opening the package, there was a pile of beautifully printed posters, all of which highlighted one location.

There was also a signed photo. A profile photo of Scarlett Johansson, with a hot figure and curvy figure. Bruce picked it up, looked around, and when he saw that no one was paying attention, he kissed the photo repeatedly.

That passionate kiss all fell in one place. In the Polaroid photo, the color gradually faded in some places.

Having had enough of it, Bruce took out his mobile phone and dialed Martin: "I received the items. I'm very satisfied. Our debt has been canceled in one fell swoop."

"Brother, slow down." Martin on the other side said deliberately: "Be careful of lead poisoning, you won't be able to go through the back door." Bruce put away the photo: "The shit you spurt is always hot and smelly." Martin

Response: "Have you smelled it?" After a few words of habit, Bruce hung up the phone, but the phone rang again.

He looked at the caller ID and answered the call: "Do you have a problem with me?"

"I'm outside the club where you work, let's talk."

"Wait for me for five minutes." Bruce packed up the package and came out of the club gate. He saw Lynch's private vehicle and went over to get into the passenger seat: "Lynch, what are you looking for me for? Do you want to pick on a British guy?" Lin from DEA

Qi glanced at the old man and said: "I got information that the gangsters in Nancheng that I killed last time have connections with Mexico. Their losses were very serious and they dare not retaliate against DEA, but sooner or later they will be found on you."

Bruce said coldly: "I will twist off their heads and stuff them into their butts." Lynch said: "No matter how powerful you are, how many can one person deal with?" Bruce asked: "What do you want me to do?

Do?"

"Join DEA, they don't dare to do anything wrong in the United States." Lynch suggested. Bruce nodded: "I want to sit in the office." What Lynch told him was completely different: "Become DEA's informant, DEA will protect you

safety." Bruce directly rejected: "I would rather face their guns."

"I knew it would be like this." Lynch said without any surprise: "Dea can't protect your safety. You can't guard against attacks all the time. I suggest you leave Atlanta temporarily and go somewhere beyond the reach of their influence.

." Bruce is thinking carefully. He has served as a soldier and knows how powerless an individual is when faced with multiple firearms.

Lynch advised: "Leave as soon as possible before they come. There is no need to fight to the death with those rotten people."

"Thank you." Bruce got out of the car and said as he closed the door: "I'll remember this favor." Lynch waved his hand, waited for the passenger door to close, started the car and left.

Bruce entered the club with his hands in his pockets. The torn-off coat was still on the bar.
Chapter completed!