Chicago 1990

The photographer was not the paparazzi at all, but the media photographer that this small brand invited to help with the promotion. After the guy fled, he simply didn't even want to work, and he disappeared.

"Temporary worker, right?"

Song Ya was in a bad mood to apologize to the media leader who apologized to her channel, and left the sentence "Waiting to receive the lawyer's letter" and then greeted Mila and hurriedly left. Miami is a ghost place, and there is no good thing. , He couldn't imagine how Mariah Carey would have trouble with himself after the photo was exposed.

No way, when I saw Mila dressed like that and smoking, my brain was hot...

There is a show, there is no shortage of cameras even at the rehearsal site, and the management of the company that provides services around the small brands is definitely not in place. If you don’t care about your reputation and get the evidence of stealing food, the disappeared guy can change hands and gossip. The tabloids sell at high prices, which is much better than a short-term photographer job.

"It's a mistake..."

He was still upset after boarding the private jet.

"Is it possible that Milla directed and acted himself?" Linda asked rhetorically.

"No, it would be a coincidence. She couldn't have expected Biggie's attendants to make trouble, and she wouldn't have calculated that I would suddenly appear next to her, right?"

Song Ya didn't want to believe it, just like Xue Linfen and the cautious self who had only slept twice, how could they be pregnant with Robb, should they really face the confrontation?

"Mira she..."

He murmured to himself and shook his head immediately, "Forget it, I'm still worried that Mimi will wait for me in Malibu with an axe..."

Arriving in Las Vegas with trepidation, he immediately called Donovan, "Is there any news?"

"Not yet, not so fast. I asked Linda to check the faxed information. The temporary photographer in Miami used to be a paparazzi. This is easy to handle. He should be a man who understands industry rules."

Donovan said: "Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, he should sell the picture to some media or gossip tabloids. This model is a bit like an anonymous auction. The higher the price is, we can also spend money to bid, if we steal evidence. To be sure, your current market price is between twenty-five and five hundred thousand dollars. Miss Kelly is much more expensive..."

"Why is she more expensive than me... well, forget it." Song Ya was not in the mood to entangle this, "I didn't steal it, there can be no conclusive evidence."

"I know, it's just a photo that appeared in the same frame as Mila, right? Up to fifty thousand dollars...We can't buy more than seventy-five thousand dollars," Donovan said.

"Uh, Mila was wearing catwalk clothes, very transparent..." Song Ya confessed honestly.

Donovan on the other end of the phone sighed, "That one hundred thousand dollars, maybe a little bit higher, I will watch it closely. We, William Morris, should be able to handle this, you can rest assured."

"Be sure to get the photos. It's best to even spend more money with the negatives." Song Ya hung up the phone.

Then came the unexpected calm. After running in Las Vegas, Biggie didn't want to appear in Los Angeles, the West Coast gang rap base camp. He went straight back to New York, and Song Ya and Snoop Dogg finally took the Gulfstream 4SP and took another trip. Back to Los Angeles.

"It was a great time. You should have seen Tyson's party. Why, let me entertain you in Los Angeles?" Snoop Dogg fisted him and said goodbye, "Just tomorrow night?"

"Forget it, I'm a little tired." So far there is no news in the photos, Song Ya is hung up, how can he be in the mood to Happy.

"Well, bye bye, by the way, congratulations on our song getting the B chart."

Snoop Dogg smiled and was surrounded by his attendants and left the airport.

"Mimi, I'm back!"

Holding a gift bought in Las Vegas, Song Ya strode enthusiastically into the Malibu Seaside Villa.

Ok? not at home? It's her godmother, Patty Rabel, who is there.

"Little APLUS, are you okay if I'm here for a few days?" She seems to have been living here for a while, "I like your private beach. I like both of them... Come and sit and chat with me."

"Just feel free, where did Mimi go?"

Song Ya didn't want to sit and chat with an auntie Bucket, opened her mouth and yawned, still using the old trick, "I'm a little tired, I want to take a rest if she doesn't come back."

"She's working on a movie project, Jude Law, that handsome white boy is willing to be the male lead. He signed a contract yesterday."

Patty Rabel flaunted triumphantly, "I will play the role of her mother as a guest."

"Really? It will be wonderful to have your participation...Two generations of DIVA..." Song Ya hid in the master bedroom with a few compliments, "Linda, call Yeremov."

"Yes, it's about to start shooting. Jude Law will join the group after a while. She has a lot of things in the second half of the year. She is eager to finish filming as soon as possible. The Star Dream Tearstain Project will be launched in about two days. First, she and other people will be filmed." Remov replied, "We just talked on the set of 20th Century Fox, and the set here has been set up."

DIVA’s mobility is really not covered. The Xingmeng Tears project was established much later than the Cat and Mouse game. I didn’t expect to be able to boot before the Cat and Mouse game. "I will go to visit the class?"

"Yes, she should be having a script meeting, then I will wait for you to finish."

"Ok."

Seems nothing happened? Song Ya took a sigh of relief, took the gift and went straight to the set. Mariah Carey was sitting in a circle with some of the main actors, and under the leadership of director Steve Long Mitchell, she was serious about her lines, as if she was dancing herself. The scene of her visit to the class in my life was reversed.

She was very attentive. When the female assistant saw Song Ya, she immediately made a shush gesture, and Song Ya waited silently.

"Stop, Miss Kelly, don't squeeze your throat to speak, you should do this..."

Steve Ron Mitchell is talking to her about dramas. They are all very basic things. The young TV drama director who was born as a screenwriter speaks very weakly. He personally demonstrated his lines, "What about that? I think it's fun... "

"So what? I think it's fun..." she continued.

"Okay, add some expressions...no no, no need to be so exaggerated...just do it normally, don't move your head and shoulders, look at the camera, pay attention to Miss Kelly."

Song Ya looked at the other actors who participated in the script meeting. Her autobiographical film still made a lot of adaptations of real experiences. In terms of casting, except for Jude Law and Patty Labell, who did not come, other supporting actors are looking for good strength in Hollywood. There are a lot of black actors, and they are all familiar. Because black actors in Hollywood have fewer opportunities, they are obviously better than other white supporting actors.

Of course, in this drama, she and the male lead account for a very large proportion, and the other supporting actors have little sense of existence. In fact, there is no problem in finding a cheaper one.

"Boss." Yeremov appeared quietly behind him.

"What do you think?" Song Ya asked.

"Her acting skills need to be polished well. Actually, I suggested that she learn how you deal with my life in dancing, with a little facial paralysis, just use beautiful poses, but she refused, she is very competitive." Ye Lie Muff suggested: "Maybe you can persuade her again."

"Uh, let her go, I have to quarrel as soon as I persuade." Song Ya has no confidence to fight now...

"Shall we talk over there?" Yeremov said.

"Ok."

The two walked a little further, "Where's old Larry? Isn't he also filming at Twentieth Century Fox?" Song Ya asked.

"It's finished. His art film will go to Europe for exhibition first, and then depending on the situation, the schedule will be fixed." Yeremov said: "Amy's youth commercial film is coming soon, and the summer file for July is set."

"It's so fast..." Song Ya sighed.

"It's been a long time since you paid attention to these." Yeremov smiled: "Our pure African project'How do I stop this' will start soon. Projects with hundreds of thousands of dollars will definitely not be able to pay for Tyron. For Howard’s pay, Jamie Fox, who auditioned for Dancing My Life, will play the male lead, Taraji’s heroine... The sequel of Dancing My Life is progressing well."

"Well, I see, where's the cat and mouse game?"

Song Ya is still most concerned about the progress of the cat and mouse game. Yeremov also introduced meticulously, "It's about to start, and the final preparations are in progress. Everything is carried out strictly according to the plan. Linton is a master of budget control. I don’t know if his frugality will cause film quality problems. You know, Hollywood Pictures must have its own reasons as a big box office poison..."

"Well, I will talk to Linton, make an appointment for me, and director Ridley Scott." Song Ya nodded, "I can't stay in Los Angeles for two days, as soon as possible."

"Okay. Also, the old man Johnny Carson likes to send someone over to give pointers. It is getting harder and harder to satisfy him. He seems to want to pull the plot of the movie back into the framework of his first version of the script. ."

"Really, wouldn't that old man wait to divide the money?" Song Ya whispered the former talk show superstar who had been defeated repeatedly in the business field.

"Maria Song, oh, it's Miss Kelly, you have a letter." The two whispered, and a Twentieth Century Fox staff member walked into the room with a white envelope.

She took it casually, opened her eyes, and then her face changed, and she kept breathing deeply.

"What's wrong with you, Miss Kelly, who sent it?" asked the black actress who played her best friend.

"Nothing... Nothing." She squeezed out a smile, and inserted the letter into the script.

"Do you really not participate in the female audition round? Except for Xue Linfen and Amy, Charis Theron and Ellen you introduced will be dispatched when..."

The two outsiders didn't realize it and continued to chat.

"Not going anymore." Song Ya shook his head straight.

"There is nothing else, oh yes, David Fincher's seven deadly sins are also finished. He invited you to a party. Maybe he wants to help Kevin Spacey fight for the role of the second male. He likes Kevin very much. Openly praise him." Yeremov said.

"No, Kevin Spacey harassed Jude Law, and now he is the male lead of the Mimi movie." Song Ya said, "You reminded David Fincher of Kevin Spacey's hobbies in private..."

"He must have known it, how could he not know..." Yeremov smiled.

Talking until the script will be over there, Song Ya used to show up to surprise his wife, "Do you miss me?" He opened his hands.

"Really, don't notify me in advance when I come back." She kissed her little husband sweetly in front of the other actors.

Everything is as usual. In the evening, she and Patty Label walked the dog on the beach together, "Patty, I am very jealous now, I can't control myself..." She said sadly: "I didn't expect that I would A man has become so emotionally fluctuating..."

"What's wrong with APLUS?" Patty Labell asked very alertly, "He ate it again?"

"It shouldn't ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I don't know who sent me this photo." She took out the photo. Song Yazheng and Mila were leaning against the wall and chatting with their heads down. Mila wore a very transparent fashion, casual Cover the flat chest with one hand.

"This bastard!" Patty Rabel yelled, "I'll go and teach him something."

"It's useless, he's good at coaxing people, and there are many reasons..."

Mariah Carey said: "He may not really do anything. The person who sent me the letter has suspicious motives, but I am still very angry... God forgive me, I am committing the jealousy of the seven deadly sins... I love him , I'm crazy with jealousy..."

"Oh my poor boy, stop talking about the lines in the movie, you have to teach him some lessons."

Patty Rabel touched her face with pity, "I will teach you some life experience, those men, although they are very afraid of arguing with women, from another perspective, they actually don’t quarrel at all. Feel free to go inside. They don't actually care about those. They find it very boring. They care more about power, status, respect and other things. You have to remember the pain for him, otherwise he can't remember!"

"Wh... what's the pain?"

"I don't know him, only you know what he cares about. Anyway, it's almost equivalent to this picture."

"Emmm..."

She thought for a while, pursed her lips and made up her mind, took out her mobile phone and called her personal lawyer, "It's me, I want to fire my bodyguard, those security company employees introduced by APLUS, all. Also, I want to suspend Goodman and Hamlin Law Firm represent part of my business contract, yes, that part of the business will be handed over to you, um... you come to Los Angeles after you prepare the documents."

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