Hollywood Director 1992

"What are you doing here?"

In the booth, Link took a sip of beer and asked Quentin.

"Don't think you're the only one here to talk business, we are too."

Quentin rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a script.

Out of courtesy, Link took it to have a look. The script was called "Four Rooms", and it told the story of what happened in four rooms. Each of the four segments had a protagonist, who also played a supporting role in the other stories, encompassing elements of horror, erotica, suspense, and family comedy.

It was similar in style to "Pulp Fiction."

However, the story was too cluttered, the plot was too flashy, and the design felt heavy-handed.

Also, Quentin had a bad habit when writing scripts: he often designed long, seemingly philosophical monologues and quips for the characters, thinking it was cool.

But some of these words were quite interesting, while others were very empty, sounding like complete nonsense.

Compared to "Pulp Fiction", this script was much less interesting.

While he was reading the script, a beautiful woman came to the booth, blonde and blue-eyed, with a full figure, wearing a tube top dress, revealing half of her plump breasts and her black silk stockings. Her attire was very flirtatious, and she wiggled her big butt as she walked, doubling the flirtatiousness.

This flirtatious woman was none other than the pop diva Madonna.

"What do you think?"

Quentin asked when he saw him put down the script.

"Not bad."

"What kind of evaluation is that? Be more specific."

"Your movie replicates the structure of 'Pulp Fiction'. Whether it's the theme or the interest, it's inferior to 'Pulp Fiction', but it's better than those second-rate independent films in theaters. If you want to use this movie to continue the success of 'Pulp Fiction', it's going to be difficult. If you want to use this movie to practice and accumulate experience, you can give it a try."

Link said euphemistically.

Quentin wasn't too satisfied with this evaluation. "If this movie does better than 'Pulp Fiction' in terms of box office and word-of-mouth, what would you say?"

"That I have no vision and underestimated your ability."

"Okay, it's a deal."

Quentin picked up the beer bottle and clinked it against his.

"Has the budget for this script been made? How much investment is needed?"

Link asked.

"Haha, you don't need to ask about that. Harvey said that Miramax wants to independently produce my project, without cooperating with other film companies."

Quentin said with a smile.

Link shook his head.

"Pulp Fiction" was a big hit, and as the production company, Guess Who Films earned tens of millions. Harvey was probably heartbroken and prepared to eat it all himself.

This wasn't a good habit.

"Director Link, I've wanted to meet you for a long time. I didn't expect to run into you here."

Madonna said with a warm smile.

"Ms. Ciccone, I'm also very happy to meet you. I'm a fan of your songs."

Link greeted politely.

Madonna was also a very remarkable person. She lost her mother at a young age and ran to New York in her teens to work. She worked as a waitress in a restaurant during the day to earn money, and studied singing, dancing, piano, and guitar at night. Later, she started learning to write songs from scratch.

She started performing in clubs at the age of 22, signed with a record company at 24, and got the opportunity to release an album. She slowly became popular, and at 28, she became a world superstar, the Queen of Pop, the Queen of Innovation, and the Queen of Controversy.

Now, at 36, she was still a world-class superstar, and was preparing to cross over to acting, hoping to achieve some success in the film industry.

This woman looked very flirtatious, and her behavior was high-profile, which easily caused controversy, but that didn't prevent her from being an inspirational star.

"Really? Which of my songs do you like, Like a Virgin? True Blue? Like a Prayer? Or others?"

Madonna seemed very excited when she heard him call himself a fan.

"I like lyrical songs, Live to Tell, Open Your Heart, Sooner or Later, I listen to these songs more often."

"You can name the types of these songs, you are indeed my fan. I'm so happy to have a handsome fan like you. Today is the happiest day I've had in a while."

Madonna laughed enthusiastically.

"Hey, can you guys stop doing this, it's like love at first sight."

Quentin curled his lips, looking unhappy.

Madonna was invited by him to talk about the script, but after meeting Link, she chatted enthusiastically with Link, which made him feel very insignificant.

"Quentin, we are old acquaintances, can you not be so stingy? It's my first time meeting Link, he's so young and so charming. When I saw him, my heart skipped a beat. It's a feeling I've never had before."

Madonna covered her full curves, her rosy cheeks looking very excited.

"No way, Link is only 22 years old, more than ten years younger than you. Are you interested in him too?"

Quentin looked at the two with strange eyes.

"Do I look very old?"

"Okay, not at all, you look like you're in your teens."

Quentin shrugged, looking like he didn't dare to provoke Madonna.

"Link, how about I give you a gift?"

Madonna smiled.

"Don't tell me it's yourself?"

Quentin said.

"Of course not, you guys wait a moment."

Madonna said, leaving her seat and appearing on the bar's stage two minutes later, carrying a guitar and standing in front of the microphone, saying she would sing "Live to Tell" as a gift to Link.

When Madonna pointed to Link, many people in the audience looked over.

Link waved his hand to thank Madonna.

"Wow, it's Link!"

Many of Link's fans in the audience shouted excitedly.

"Link is really popular."

In the corner of the bar, Nicole Kidman swayed her wine glass and said with a smile.

Cindy Crawford looked at Link in the crowd, young, handsome, tall, and rich. "He's a wealthy director, it's normal for him to be popular."

"Normal? Three years ago, also here, Link and Quentin were chatting next door. We were sitting here with our husbands drinking. At that time, everyone in the bar was looking at us, even Link.

Now Richard is in the hospital, Tom's work has been affected, only Link is getting better and better, and the reason why he can develop so well is entirely by suppressing the reputations of Richard, Tom, Dustin and others. This person is very hateful."

Nicole Kidman's face was cold, revealing an expression of indignation.

"The matter has already passed, what's the use of saying these things now."

Cindy Crawford shook her head.

"Do you want to avenge Richard?"

"Avenge? Link is worth over a billion, the boss of a big film company, a big shot in the entertainment industry, ordinary people have no way to get close to him, how can we avenge him?"

Cindy Crawford asked suspiciously.

Nicole Kidman smiled slightly, leaned close to Cindy Crawford's ear, and whispered her idea.

After listening, Cindy Crawford looked at her in surprise, "Aren't you worried about Tom finding out if you do this?"

"If I said Tom asked me to do this, would you believe it?"

Nicole Kidman asked with a smile.

"Really?"

Cindy Crawford's eyes flashed.

"Haha, just kidding, even if Tom knows, it doesn't matter, I have a way to make him not mind. How about we join forces?"

Nicole Kidman stretched out her hand and asked.

Cindy Crawford hesitated, "Actually, my marriage with Richard broke down last year. If he hadn't had an accident, we would have divorced long ago. I don't have much hatred for Link, and I never thought about revenge."

"I understand. But Link is a big shot, very concerned about his personal image. If we get his handle, we won't lack resources in Hollywood or in the fashion world. Don't you want to go further in your fashion career?"

Nicole Kidman put her arm around her shoulder and spoke in a soft voice.

Cindy Crawford glanced at Link's direction, "Can we succeed?"

"Humph! Dealing with a pervert like Link is just too easy."

Nicole Kidman smiled confidently, took her wine glass and clinked it with Cindy Crawford, and drank it all in one gulp.