Hollywood Director 1992

“Link, where have you been? You were gone so long?”

Quentin complained when he saw Link return.

“I ran into an acquaintance and chatted for a while.”

Link shrugged.

“Do we know them? Why not invite them over to chat?”

Madonna sized him up, then leaned close to his right side.

“It’s Nicole Kidman and Cindy Crawford. They’re probably leaving soon.”

Link saw Cindy Crawford helping Nicole Kidman leave.

“I didn’t realize you two were also acquainted.”

Madonna blinked.

“Everyone in Hollywood knows everyone else, right?”

“Link, want to go dance?”

Angelina Jolie sat down next to Link on his left.

“No, let’s just sit and chat.”

“Okay!”

Angelina Jolie obediently clung to his arm.

After Link returned to the booth, he chatted with everyone. When Tom Hanks was about to say goodbye, he also bid farewell to Quentin, Madonna, and the others.

“Link is such an interesting man.”

Madonna gazed at Link's departing figure, her eyes filled with allure.

“What’s so interesting about him? That guy’s a workaholic, a prude, and really rigid and boring.”

Quentin grumbled.

“You don’t understand. To you men, he might seem boring, but to us women, Link is the strongest lion on the African savanna.

He’s smart, powerful, brave, a skilled fighter, full of energy, and exudes kingly charisma. Men with these qualities are fatally attractive to us women. After seeing him, I suddenly find the men I admired before very ordinary.”

Madonna blinked, her expression showing a hint of seriousness.

Quentin scoffed, “Don’t be ridiculous! He has no kingly charisma!

Three years ago, when he lived in a cheap apartment, he almost got kicked out for not being able to pay the rent. He couldn’t afford the bill after a meal and was forced to stay at the restaurant and wash five hundred dishes.

Back then, I didn't see any women liking him.

Now you women are all flocking around him, but it's only because he's a billionaire, a famous director, and the owner of a film company, with a dazzling halo around him.

Without these halos, he's just a man who's about as handsome as me.”

Madonna glared at him, displeased. “He’s a billionaire, aren’t I? He’s a famous director, but is he more famous than me? And a big boss? I’ve seen all kinds of tycoons in this industry over the years. Precisely because I’ve seen so many, a man like Link is even rarer and more attractive in my eyes.

He not only has a young and handsome appearance but also a mature and steady inner self, witty and elegant conversation, and an exceptional temperament.

He can discuss literature and philosophy on television programs, and he can also joke and laugh like an ordinary person in a bar. A man like him is one of a kind in the world, and few women wouldn't be moved by him.”

“Alright! Stop being horny. You’re not even talking about Link.”

Quentin was annoyed. They were both men, so why was there such a big difference in women’s eyes? He still believed that if Link weren't a billionaire, he wouldn't be so attractive.

Madonna smiled sultrily, leaning closer to Quentin. “Quentin, are we friends? How about helping me with something?”

“What?”

Quentin asked warily.

“Next time you hang out with Link, remember to invite me. I want to chat with Link more.”

“Are you asking me to pimp for you?”

Quentin’s face looked awful.

Smack! Madonna slapped him. “Don’t say it so harshly. I could have asked Link out privately, but I was too excited when I saw him just now and acted too enthusiastically, which probably scared him. I hope that through multiple encounters, he can understand me and see that I’m not a promiscuous bad woman.”

“Heh heh!”

Quentin was very unhappy. After 'Reservoir Dogs' was released, because he had complained about Madonna and her song 'Like a Virgin' in the movie, Madonna called to express her dissatisfaction and even sent him some rather revealing artistic photos to open his eyes.

Over time, the two became acquainted. Hearing that Madonna wanted to be an actress, he specially designed a sexy role for Madonna in his new movie 'Four Rooms,' with some erotic performances.

His goal, of course, was to hook up with Madonna.

But as soon as Madonna saw Link, she was like a hungry wolf seeing fresh meat, and she even wanted him to help her pursue Link, to pimp for her.

What kind of crap was that?

Link was such a bastard.

“Hurry up and say, will you help or not?”

Madonna patted Quentin's arm.

“No.”

“I can give you more of my artistic photos, I guarantee you’ll like them.”

Madonna smiled.

Quentin thought of Madonna's artistic photos and swallowed, about to nod when suddenly an uncontrollable anger surged from the bottom of his heart. Damn it! They were both men, so why could Link get your body, while he only got a few artistic photos?

Too humiliating.

“Haven’t you taken on any roles recently?”

After seeing Tom Hanks off, Link returned to the van, and Angelina Jolie followed.

“I took on a small role in May, and the rest of the time I’m in school. As you said, an excellent actor should learn more knowledge and read more books. This will help with the understanding of the characters and plot when reading scripts.”

Julie smiled, swinging her long white legs.

“Not bad, you have a good talent for acting. Put more effort into this area, and you won’t have a bad future.”

“Really? If there’s a chance, will you still look for me to work with?”

Julie looked up and asked with a smile.

“Of course, I like to work with familiar people when I make movies.”

“That’s great, Link, thank you.”

Julie threw herself into his arms, her arms tightly hugging him, pressing her soft side against him.

She was originally wearing a loose denim jacket, but she took it off after getting into the car, revealing a white tank top and denim hot pants, her chestnut-brown long curly hair scattered over her shoulders.

She's nineteen this year, and the places that should have developed have basically developed. She's 175 centimeters tall, which makes her legs look very long, and her waist is also very slender. The bust size isn't as spectacular as Monica's or Jennifer Connelly's, but it's still considerable, and the youthful aura about her is quite moving.

It's just that Link doesn't really want anything to happen with her, mainly because girls of this age have experienced too little, are full of fantasies, and have an unstable temperament. They want diamonds and flowers, as well as love and companionship, and they're never satisfied, like Winona Ryder.

Mature women are different. They've seen the wickedness of society and know that diamonds and flowers don't come easily. Give them a little something, and they'll be very happy, and they'll also cherish it.

With the time it takes to deal with a young girl, he can deal with multiple mature women at the same time.

And his time is precious.

“I’ve been too busy lately and forgot to ask about your band. Are you still performing?”

Link poured Julie a soda.

“Not anymore.”

Julie hugged his arm tightly and smiled. “At first, Liv Tyler had to go to class and left the team early. Joaquin had to participate in new role auditions, and Ryan and I were the same. After 'Final Destination' became a hit, we all became big stars, with no shortage of scripts and more work arrangements. We didn’t have time to go on tour everywhere.

That tour had a total of 21 shows, sold 330,000 tickets, and the album sold over 2 million copies worldwide. We all got a lot of money.”

“Sounds good.”

The Death Band donated more than three million dollars to public welfare organizations during the tour. At the beginning of the year, this band was also rated as a 'Charity Star' by media such as 'Vanity Fair' and 'Rolling Stone', and it was also the youth band that donated the most money last year.

The band members also became popular with 'Final Destination' and two music albums, becoming a new force in the European and American music scenes.

“Link, all of this is because of you. If it weren’t for you, I would still be playing small roles. You completely changed me.”

Julie’s eyes were also fixed on him, because she was leaning closer to him, her breathing also became rapid.

“These are things you won yourself. You are very good and work very hard. The help I provided you with was not much.”

“No, you really changed me. Before I met you, I thought those boys dressed as non-mainstream were cool, and I looked down on those boys wearing suits, thinking they were boring. After I met you, I realized that someone like you is the best man in the world. You are so amazing and so powerful, those men can't compare to a single hair on your head.”

Angelina Jolie hugged his arm even tighter, her face flushed with girlish red, as if she was saying nervously, “After I met you, I started to change myself, no longer wearing heavy makeup, wearing very revealing clothes, and no longer drinking or smoking, or doing rebellious things, because I know you don’t like that kind of girl.”

Link saw that her makeup had indeed changed a bit, and she had less of the temperament of a non-mainstream girl, but she still had some wildness and rebelliousness.

“Link, I like you, I really like you, can I be your girlfriend?”

Angelina Jolie's cheeks were red, and her heartbeat also accelerated a lot.

“Julie, you are in school and can find someone your age to date, and I have many girlfriends, which is not suitable for you.”

“I know, I don’t care, can you kiss me?”

Angelina Jolie looked at him intently.

Link was helpless. Are women so proactive these days? He had just sent one away, and another one was actively offering herself.