Hollywood Drawing

The car drove into the Greenberg Manor. Wayne got out of the car and was still thinking about how to talk to Naomi. Naomi now lives in the manor, and gossip tabloids have always reported on their relationship.

If this plan is implemented, she will move out as soon as possible. Since she wants to have an official girlfriend, she cannot leave a loophole for the media to attack him.

"Hey, what are you doing."

Wayne walked into the living room. Nina and Naomi touched each other and were discussing while looking at a notebook. Nina was recording something from time to time.

"It's not easy being your assistant, Wayne." Naomi picked up the thick notebook in Nina's hand and handed it to him.

He sat next to them and took it, only to find that it was densely recorded with information about Hollywood stars, celebrities, powerful people, and general personal information.

"I'm learning how to be a qualified assistant." Nina shrugged, pointing to the notebook. "I find that your main focus must be on movies, and as your assistant, I must be by your side to always remind you who you are meeting and how to socialize with them."

Wayne looked through the recorded content and found that those who could be included in the priority list were mostly senior executives of film companies and editors-in-chief and executives of large media.

"Very well done, Nina."

Returning the notebook to the assistant, he turned to look at Naomi. "Come upstairs with me. I have something I need to talk to you about alone."

"Now?" Naomi followed him to the third floor balcony with confusion.

From here you can see most of Los Angeles, and you can see the beautiful scenery of Beverly Park when you look down. The large balcony has been transformed into an observation deck with parasols and deck chairs.

Usually before going to bed, Wayne would sit here for a while, watching the stars and relaxing his brain. Every director has a different way of dealing with pressure, and he likes to light up a cigarette and lie here in a daze without thinking about anything.

At this time, Wayne was sitting in his usual place, looking at this beauty who was in tune with his personality.

"Nami, Warner has a plan to promote the film. They need me to find an official girlfriend."

Naomi suddenly understood something, and her face became unsightly. "What do you need me to do?"

"You have to find a suitable place to live as soon as possible." Wayne still cared about her feelings. "Then move out of the estate away from the media."

"Okay, I understand." Naomi knew that their relationship could only be that of partners and friends. This man will never let this relationship change. She also has plans of her own, and some things just need to be thought about.

"I will move back to the apartment tomorrow and it won't affect your plans." She said calmly.

"You can come back at any time when the publicity plan is over." Wayne couldn't say much, both of them knew each other well.

Dinner time passed in Naomi's silence. Nina felt the strange atmosphere and left the manor after eating quickly.

At eight o'clock in the evening, when Wayne was enjoying the cool breeze on the balcony and revising the shooting plan, Naomi walked in quietly and came behind him quietly.

"Hey, honey, why don't you take advantage of my last night here to play games?" She made a soft and seductive voice, touching the man's shoulder with one hand.

When Wayne turned around, he saw a black Catwoman wearing a black custom-made tight leather suit and a collar around her neck. Seeing her outfit, he threw down the notebook and stood up.

"Sweetheart, you are so beautiful!"

He gently pulled up the rope on the collar and whispered in her ear.

Naomi was particularly crazy today. Starting from the balcony, the entire third floor was covered with their traces. She also excitedly took a DV and took many photos of the 18+ forbidden scenes.

After the strenuous exercise, they ignored the clothes scattered everywhere and lay on the big bed together. Naomi lay in Wayne's arms and suddenly asked:

"I see that Nina's notebook records a lot of people, but there is no list of core members of the academy. She doesn't seem to be aware of this. This will be harmful to you in the future..."

Wayne's hand on the quilt squeezed hard, interrupting her.

"As for those Academy members and film critics, I don't know them now, and I have no need to deliberately please them."

Naomi looked up at his face and asked doubtfully: "Are you not interested in Oscar?"

"Of course I like the Oscar statuette." Wayne pulled up the quilt. "If I said I didn't want Best Director, it would be a lie, but I'm too young now. Those old guys won't let a young director get that honor.

I won’t have any plans for the Oscars in a few years. It takes a lot of time and energy to compete for the Olympics, and it’s not worth it to please those people and make films that suit their tastes. I think the goal within a few years will only be box office performance and accumulation of qualifications. "

"Wayne, you have ignored the style of your film. Oscar never likes genres other than realistic style, not to mention that you are still making absurd thrillers."

Naomi reminded him.

Hearing her words, Wayne nodded and said without any concealment: "Nami, I will indeed slowly change my style. These two films are just to accumulate director experience. But changing the style is for market demand, not for Oscar."

"Of course, if those old guys are crazy and insist on giving me the Oscar director statuette, I will express my gratitude. If not, it's no big deal. There will be opportunities in the future."

"Impossible!" Naomi said as she listened to him teasing the academy judges. "I understand that a director like you who doesn't care about Oscars will not get a statuette. Unless you let the judges see that you are working hard, if there is no public relations and no behind-the-scenes operation, do you think they will give you the statuette? "

"So, there is no need to prepare for Oscar now!" Wayne spread his hands. "Now, I prefer to speak with box office numbers."

Naomi Watts nodded, understanding the director's mentality, and closed her eyes in silence, thinking about what to do after she moved out.

Although she has only starred in two films so far, after this racial discrimination incident, she understood that she had thought of Hollywood too simply in the past. The competition here is fierce, and the relationship between actors, directors, and agents is complicated. , it is not at all what she has compared to before in Australia.

Gradually, their breathing began to become steady, and they both fell asleep in their own thoughts.

Wayne rarely slept in. When he woke up, Naomi had already moved out. Thinking about the craziness last night, he forced himself to forget that feeling and reminded himself that he had just started and was far from being able to put his energy into it. Emotionally.

After breakfast, Sergey drove Wayne to Burbank again. In the Warner Building, he saw Halle Berry, who had been waiting all morning.

Halle Berry's face looked obviously haggard and no longer as charming as it was during the first audition.

"Warner has already negotiated with me, and I signed that damn confidentiality agreement. I'm ready." Halle Berry took the initiative and looked at Wayne with complicated eyes.

Wayne turned to look at Paul Charles. After seeing him nodding in confirmation, he said with confidence: "I hope we can have a happy cooperation."

After speaking, he took the initiative to pick up the contract on the table. After checking that it was OK, he also signed his name.

"Wayne!" Paul Charles saw him signing the contract and handed him a printed document. "This is the detailed process of the plan. Warner's reporters will interview Halle Berry soon. All you have to do is cooperate according to this plan."

I looked through it carefully and found that the plan inside was much more detailed than what Paul said. Even the plan to go shopping together in the next few days was clearly marked.

"No problem, that's it for now. I have to rush to the studio and have shooting duties in the afternoon." After saying that, he nodded to Halle Berry, took the information and walked out.

After returning to Warner Studios, Wayne turned on the workaholic mode again. Unless necessary, all matters in life were left to Nina.

Will Smith and Naomi Watts are in good shooting condition, and Metz and the others are getting better and better, which makes the crew's shooting speed suddenly speed up. They have passed the running-in period.

"Okay, take a ten-minute break."

The next day, when Wayne was taking a break after taking a set of shots, Will Smith walked over with a strange smile.

"Hey, Wayne, my assistant just brought this. The news on it will definitely surprise you!"

"What?" Wayne, who was staring at the monitor and watching the replay, took the newspaper handed over by Will Smith and saw the enlarged and bold title at a glance.

‘Black Pearl is deeply tortured by self-blame and is suspected of suffering from depression! ! ’ The newspapers exaggeratedly reported that Halle Berry was threatened by Fearon Goodman, threw dirty water on the director, and falsely accused him of racial discrimination, which caused him to fall into self-blame and was suspected of suffering from depression. There is also a photo that seems to have been taken secretly.

That's not all, he flipped through the newspaper and there was a detailed interview with Halle Berry on the back. The entire article is filled with her repentance for her actions and her gratitude to Wayne for generously forgiving her. At the end of the report, there is an original sentence she said personally:

"What girl can't like a broad-minded gentleman like Wayne Greenberg? He is a good man with character. I think I am deeply attracted by his noble character!"

It seems that Warner can't wait to start planning, and may be worried that the public will forget about it after the heat has passed.

"Hey, bro, have you seen this? This girl actually faced the media and expressed her affection for you. Is there anything more ridiculous than this?"

Will Smith teased him with a strange smile. During this period of time on the set, everyone became familiar with each other, especially Will Smith. He has a pleasant appearance and can chat with almost everyone.

"Maybe I should accept her advances? Then forgive her for all the wrong things she has done and live happily with her?"

Wayne spoke in a very formal tone, but to the ears of the people around him, these words felt like he was trying hard to ridicule.

"Hey, hey!" Will Smith said in a rap tone. "No one can say that our director has no sense of humor. You see, he is just not good at using it in filming."

All the staff around him laughed, and Wayne looked at them speechlessly. Is telling the truth the point of laughter these days?