American Fortune Life

Los Angeles Hollywood.

The Christmas atmosphere has enveloped the entire United States, and Los Angeles, which does not have many high-rise buildings, will show a perfect Christmas beauty at night, and the lights will light up the entire area.

On the afternoon of Christmas Eve on December 24th, Carl and three well-dressed Oscar committee elders walked out of a high-end restaurant, hugged each other cordially, and watched the car go away, Carl let out a slightly tired breath.

Walked to the front of the car, opened the door, got in, and said to the driver, "Wait a while, I'll make a call."

"...Marion, I know today is Christmas Eve, and I don't want to disturb your date, but you have to believe me, we need to cooperate sincerely to send you to the throne of actress, we have put in so much effort , you can't give up just because of a damn date...

OK, I apologize, I got a little emotional, huh? You agreed? Great, I love you Marion, believe me, it won't take too long, just a simple reception, some Christmas gifts for the gentlemen, of course, by you, the passionate rose of France them. . . "

Carl hung up the phone with a displeased expression on his face, "Bichi, if Andy hadn't given me the task, I would have been so lazy to look at you, date? Haha, the Queen of Shadows curse will make you lose love Yes! Tsk tsk..."

The slobbering Karl had a headache for this unrestrained, sometimes overreacting Frenchwoman Marion Cotillard, rubbing her chin, squinting her eyes, wondering what the hell she was thinking.

"I don't know... Are you interested..."

In the carriage, Carl was talking to himself as softly as a mosquito, and when he came back to his senses, he pressed the window glass and told the driver standing beside the car to get on and leave, but when the window was lowered, he saw his own driver and bodyguard He was reaching out to stop a middle-aged man with a strong figure, no matter his hairstyle or clothes, from approaching the car.

And listening to the half-baked English with a little Israeli accent repeating to see him, Karl couldn't help frowning and asked through the car window: "Let him come over."

"Who are you? We don't seem to know each other, right? But since you can say my name, who asked you to come?"

"I'm Oron Peli, I'm a director. I made a film. It was shown at a previous horror film festival and the response was very good..."

"Stop! Who asked you to find me? I'm not interested in your sales pitch." Carl frowned, his eyes narrowed slightly, and with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he directly interrupted the other party's introduction. This kind of person is everywhere in Hollywood. Yes, a taxi driver dares to say that he is a screenwriter, and there are countless directors.

"My agent, Steven Schneider, and a friend of mine, Jason Hillam..." Oren Peli was interrupted, looking at the other party's cold eyes and mocking smile, to be honest, He has seen too much in the past six months. Although he is used to being chased away like a beggar, he still casts his net everywhere for his dream.

"Steven? Why didn't he come by himself? Hehe, he didn't tell you that I'm not friends with him? But this Jason Hiram is interesting. Doesn't he also have a movie studio? Since he likes you, Why not buy your movie?

Hehe, well, you have seen me and talked to me, so let's do it, Micah, go back to the company. "

A sneer flashed in Carl's eyes, and he didn't want to continue listening at all. After talking to his driver, he lifted the electric window button, and didn't bother to look at the flushed face and expression of the person outside the car.

"Mr. Carl, listen to me, my moviegoers really love it, I just wish it was in theaters, I..."

Seeing the other party's crazy behavior, Karl put his hand on the window glass, his face suddenly darkened, and he shouted: "Let go, get out!"

"I'm sorry, okay, I let go, sorry, very sorry, this is my movie, I hope you must watch it, be sure..."

Oren Peli saw the other party's cold eyes and scolding in his ears,

Knowing that his dangerous behavior was a little too much, he hurriedly let go and apologized, took out a DVD from his coat pocket and stuffed it into the car along the slowly rising window gap, watching the car drive away.

Carl looked at the DVD that fell on his TUI, rolled his eyes, sneered, picked it up to look at it, and threw it aside casually, "And he is a daydreaming idiot, a three-person crew, a joke, FXXK! When did I become a big shot for these idiots looking for opportunities..."

New York Wall Street.

In the lounge, Andy pulled out an almost completely transparent black lace oversized cup from under his backhand. With a smile on his face, he turned his head to look at Ivana, who was lying on top of him with a flushed face and covered with sweat. Jokingly said: "It's really a super big cup, tsk tsk, but this kind of hollowed out cup can't have any blocking effect at all, and those two points will still be very prominent."

A pair of slender and long TUI was still a little sore and trembling. Ivana beat Andy coquettishly, and was almost broken by him just now.

"It's so wonderful! My dear, I really want to be by your side all the time, even if you torture me to death, I'm willing."

Ivana still had the undissipated sense of spring in her eyebrows, she lowered her head and gently kissed Andy's mouth, her white arms tightly wrapped around Andy's neck, she turned her head and put her face on Andy's heart, listening To the beating sound of that mighty heart.

Andy caressed Ivana's sweaty bare back with both hands, exhaled a foul breath and smiled, "No problem, I will keep you tied to my belt for the next few months, hehe, until you eat Till I'm tired."

"I won't get tired of eating!" Ivana couldn't help her beautiful eyes twinkling when she heard her boyfriend's words, her chin was pressed against his mouth, her eyes met Andy's, she bit her red chunk with her white teeth, and said in a stubborn greasy voice: " I want you to live in it forever..."

"Hehe, what a little bitch! I've met your request. Okay, let's talk about it. Are things in London all right?"

Andy smiled and pointed at the tip of Ivana's wrinkled Joan's nose, and asked about the business.

"No problem. Although those environmentalists held signs and protested at the scene when signing the contract, the golf resort project has received more local support in terms of regional economic growth and job creation. I didn't expect something to be rejected, but thank you, my dear, it's all thanks to you that I was able to solve the trouble so quickly, boo~"

Ivana raised her eyebrows, and her lips could not help but tilt to the right when she spoke seriously. After sighing a few words, a gentle sweet smile appeared on her face, and she kissed Andy's lips hard.

"That's good, but don't neglect the construction of Liberty City, you must know that it is the house we live in."

Ivana gave her boyfriend a flirtatious and coquettish look, and said with a cheerful expression on her face, "I've been watching the progress of the project. If you want to hollow out the cliff to build a safe room, you need to demonstrate the feasibility of many parties. All kinds of cables are very troublesome things, especially the suspended balcony and the all-glass swimming pool. God, I really don’t know how you came up with it. To realize this kind of project, various soil reinforcements and steel reinforcements are required. There are mechanical principles, and the customization of special glass..."

Listening to Ivana's frequent complaints, but the sweetness that almost smirked and the yearning eyes, let Andy know that this duplicity woman is meticulously building a harbor for the two of them, and she is happy.

"Hehe, if you want to build a unique building, believe me, our Liberty City will be envied by people all over the world!" Andy is still looking forward to re-enacting Iron Man's stunning cliff mansion in reality. Yes, of course, it can also be lent to the Iron Man crew to shoot for a few days at that time, which will naturally make all movie fans envious and jealous.