Hollywood Drawing

Will Smith was obviously having a good time, and probably smoked something to cheer him up.

"Hey bro, come on, don't sit there, the damn work is over, come over and party!"

"No, those things are not suitable for me. You can go and play. I'm used to sitting here and watching." Wayne ignored his invitation. Even the two girls he brought with him were not in line with his own taste.

He didn't understand why these African-Americans were pursuing abnormally big buttocks. These two black girls were like this, with unacceptably wide lower bodies, but flat noses and thick lips on their faces.

"Okay, as long as you're happy." Will Smith hugged the two girls and sat across from him, drinking wine and shaking his upper body to the music. "I came here to thank you. You gave me the opportunity to be my first male lead, and it was an African-American male lead. I am also in the entertainment industry. Do I understand what this means?

thank you! Director Greenberg! If there is another chance, I hope to cooperate with you again. Although you are boring, you are a good person. "

Wayne raised the bottle, clinked it with him, and took a long sip. "Will, these are all based on your own efforts. You are very talented in performance. I believe you will achieve greater achievements than singing!"

"Really? It's a pity that there are so few roles suitable for 'us'."

That's right, in Hollywood, there are only those roles in their group, and there are even fewer main roles. It can be said that the involution is very intense. Although it looks like a group of black guys are very united, in fact everyone knows what they are like. Until Black Lives Matter appears, the situation will be a little better, but only a little.

But some people are different. In every group, there will be some people whom God prefers. Now it is Denzel Washington, but he takes the acting route and becomes the representative of black movie stars step by step.

After Denzel Washington, the most successful African American is Will Smith.

Will Smith is definitely a smart African-American and a very smart one. There are many reasons for his success, including the factors of black skin and white heart, but the biggest reason is his audience connection, his audience connection that can transcend races.

As one of the few superstars who could dominate the box office from the 1990s to the 21st century, he is known as the King of History among later generations of movie fans.

"Will, the social environment is constantly changing. There is always someone who will become a Hollywood superstar. Maybe you will be the next generation star in Hollywood."

Will Smith listened to his words, shook his head and walked onto the dance floor with the two black girls in his arms. He took these words as a joke. Maybe, this director, drank too much just after the party?

"Ha, now in the Hollywood era, the superstars are going to have a party. Superstars always need an exciting life! Just stay in the corner and meditate, you workaholic."

Watching him feel like he was electrified, teasing himself with a rap rhythm, and walking into the dance floor to revel, this moment made Wayne feel that they were living a drunken Hollywood life now, and he was just a bystander.

"You seem to think highly of my compatriot." Halle Berry kept staring at Will Smith until the other person disappeared into the crowd. "Is there anything special about him? Does it mean that a Hollywood star must have an ear for fame?"

"No, Harry. I am also very optimistic about you. You will become an Oscar-winning actress in the future!" Affected by the noisy environment around him, Wayne started to pretend to be a stickman seriously. "What the great Greenberg said will definitely come true. His vision sees through the future!"

But the more serious he is, the more comical and unreal he feels.

Halle Berry rolled her eyes at him without hesitation, picked up the beer and drank the half bottle. She was too lazy to pay attention to this bastard now, and listened to his serious expression, so she might as well focus on On alcohol.

"Hey, aren't you going to find your blonde beauty?"

Wayne followed her bottle and saw Naomi Watts not far away, dancing with Nina holding the bottle. The two women followed the crazy music and released their youthful energy.

"She and I are just good friends." Staring at Naomi's sexy figure under her short skirt, Wayne said calmly, but his eyes never left her long legs.

This was the second time Halle Berry rolled her eyes in a short period of time. She couldn't help it and couldn't figure out what kind of personality this man had.

Normally he is as serious as an old man, but when he tells lies with his eyes open, even if no one believes what he says, he will never feel the slightest bit embarrassed. He is definitely Hollywood-level thick-skinned.

"We should go, Harry."

Wayne drank all his beer in one gulp, pulled Halle Berry through the crowd, and headed towards the door of the bar amidst the crazy music.

"Sergey, have you drank?"

Just as the two of them walked out of the studio, Sergey also squeezed out. He hadn't seen him until now, and Wayne thought he had gone to a carnival.

"No, I just ate something." He shook the car keys in his hand. "Boss, the person standing in front of you is a soldier, a soldier on a mission."

"She's a retired American soldier. Let's go to Harry's apartment and help her get her luggage."

This is like a fucking joke. American soldiers don’t drink during missions? Or that Russian-American soldiers didn’t drink? They are self-disciplined if they don’t smoke leaf cigarettes!

The car drove downstairs to the apartment, and Halle Berry walked back upstairs. After a while, he dragged a large suitcase and came down.

"Gentleman, will you let the lady carry you to the car by yourself?"

Before the boss could take action, Sergey opened the trunk, took the suitcase directly, and was about to put it inside while holding it in one hand.

"Click, click!"

"Boss?" Sergey pointed to the reporter who was secretly taking pictures.

"Don't worry about him, let's go back to the manor." He and Halle Berry both knew what was going on, and it was all planned.

The car is driving smoothly on Hollywood Boulevard, and a car is following behind it. Can you still see the flashing lights in the rearview mirror?

They followed them to the Greenberg Manor, and Sergey waited for them until they had enough footage before starting the car and walking into the manor.

Ignoring the suitcase in Sergey's hand, Wayne pointed to Hela and introduced it to Halle Berry: "This is Hela, the housekeeper of the manor. You can communicate with her if you have anything to do while living here."

"Hela, this is Miss Halle Berry. Take her to choose a guest room. She will stay here for a while."

After saying that, he ignored the two of them and walked into the balcony on the third floor alone. He began to think about post-production issues, so he gave himself three days off. After three days, he would return to work immediately and finish the film as soon as possible.

The time left for Wayne's post-production is quite generous. As long as the film is completed before January, it will not delay the planned publicity and distribution plan, and it will be held with media and film critics for previews.

For him who has gone through the post-production of a film once and has a lot of experience, this is not difficult. The post-production of this film will not use special effects rendering, and there will not be a lot of useless shots.

Just like in "Happy Death Day", he didn't shoot many shots, and all of them were shot strictly according to the planned shots, and the shot drafts were compared with the finished scenes in his mind.

"Oh my God, Wayne, your house is so big." Halle Berry walked into the third floor alone and sighed loudly after finding Wayne on the balcony.

"Oh jesus! You can see all of Hollywood from here, it's so beautiful!"

"Yes, it's beautiful. How's it going? Are you satisfied with the room?"

She had obviously changed her clothes and seemed to have taken a shower. A faint fragrance could be smelled from her body.

"Of course, I've never lived in a mansion like this." Halle Berry took one last look out the window and turned to look at Wayne. "You know, it's just like a dream. I had such a dream when I was a child, living in such a big house like a princess."

He didn't try to distinguish whether the woman's emotions were real or fake, he just looked at her figure from top to bottom. "You will have it, and you can buy one yourself in the future."

"That may take a long, long time."

Halle Berry saw him looking at himself and deliberately puffed out his chest. He could feel the man's taste and knew that he liked this kind of slim and bumpy figure, and was especially interested in long legs.

With a little guessing, she understood this man's aesthetics. Look at Naomi Watts, and then look at herself, they almost all have this kind of figure. This is not a common Western aesthetic style. Most men still like that bombshell figure.

"You want to do something?"

Halle Berry took two steps forward, looked up at his face, and stood on tiptoes slightly.

Halle Berry was telling some lies. She had indeed had such a dream, living in a big house like a princess. Just like now, there was a handsome prince in the dream who would lower his head and kiss her!

"Well, Harry." Wayne let go of his hand holding her and glanced down.

Halle Berry understood what he meant and slowly knelt on the ground.

On the first night she stayed at Greenberg Manor, Halle-Berry didn't go back to the guest room. Her excitement completely stayed on the balcony.

When Halle Berry woke up early the next morning, she found that Wayne had disappeared. She picked up her clothes in a daze and walked downstairs wearing slippers.

"Good morning, Miss Berry!" Hela always seemed to appear when needed.

"Good morning! Where's Wayne?"

"Mr. Greenberg has returned to the farm. He said he would come back the day after tomorrow." Hela knew that this woman had a relationship with the boss, and there was nothing that could be hidden from her in this building. But the boss introduced her name yesterday, and he knew her Won't be the hostess here.

"Want to have breakfast?"

Halle Berry touched his belly and looked at the butler with a smile. "Of course, I feel like I'm starving. What do I have to eat?"

"I suggest you try the soup dumplings, which Mike specially learned. The fried dough sticks are also good. Mr. Greenberg likes to eat these in the morning..."

She followed Hela to the restaurant. She was obviously stunned when she heard these two things to eat, and asked curiously: "Chinese food?"

"Yes, I would try it if I were you. Mr. Greenberg likes Chinese culture. I specially asked Mike to learn a few Chinese dishes. Mike is the chef here."

Halle Berry sat at the dining table, curiously waiting for the legendary Chinese breakfast.

"Then give me some, I want to try it, thank you!"