hollywood entertainment mogul

"Hey~Duka, long time no see, why do you have time to come here and bartend today?"

Michael came over and said hello.

"Make some pocket money."

Duca shook the mixing glass and smiled.

"Haha, I heard that rich people have strange hobbies. Is bartending your hobby?"

Michael laughed.

"Maybe."

Duca smiled and poured him a glass of gin, "How did you do in the store?"

"Not bad, better than I expected."

Michael smiled as he leaned against the bar.

After Jasmine stepped down last year, Fat Tom took over as general manager of the bar.

Michael took the initiative to fight for the position of bar supervisor and became Tom's assistant.

There are only a few old employees left, and Javier continues to serve as the bar's security director.

Gutierrez is the security director of Leo Entertainment, with six professionally trained security personnel responsible for the security of the Kapok Club and gambling dens.

Tony, a black man, became a regular employee of the bar, and Cardoso and Marco resigned one after another and went to work elsewhere.

Bartender Julia went to France with her boyfriend, and there will probably be no chance of seeing him again in the future.

After the old employees left one after another, seven or eight new employees joined. These employees did a better job than Cardoso Marco and the others, but there were fewer and fewer familiar faces, and the feeling was different.

"Are you still filming?"

Duca took a sip of her cocktail.

"It's long gone. I'm busy working in the bar every day, and I don't have time to do a small job. And I'm almost thirty, and I don't have the shame to compete with a group of young people for food."

Michael shook his glass and smiled.

"What a pity. Originally I wanted to introduce you to a character."

"real?"

Michael became excited, only for a second, and then he shrugged.

"Forget it, being an actor was my dream and my only pursuit. At that time, I often thought that if one day I could no longer be an actor, I would choose to die.

But after I became a bar supervisor, I had a stable job and a good income, and I felt that it didn't matter if I was an actor or not.

Now my goal is to save more money, buy a house in Los Angeles, marry my girlfriend, and have two children. If my son has good conditions, he can become an actor in the future and help me realize my dream."

Michael pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"Sounds great, living soberly."

Duca smiled.

"Haha, yes, before I was twenty-seven, I was living while dreaming. Now I don't dream, I am really awake."

Michael took a sip from his wine glass,

"Duka, do you know when the most glorious moment in my life was?"

"when?"

"Haha, it was the time when we were waiters at the bar together.

When my children grow up in the future, I will tell them that I once worked as a waiter in the same bar as the billionaire Duca and we were still friends. I think my children will be amazed by it."

Michael laughed.

Duka smiled and said, "You haven't reached thirty yet. There are still decades in your life and there are endless possibilities, so don't rush to conclusions."

"Tsk~ Although it smells like chicken soup, thank you for your encouragement."

Michael laughed and clinked his wine glass with him.

After chatting for a few words, Michael had work to do and left the bar.

Duca finished mixing a few drinks, said hello to Tony, and left the bar.

Originally, he wanted to sit at the bar and be an ordinary bartender like before, but things changed.

He is no longer the unknown person he was before, but a very famous billionaire.

Even if he wants to be an ordinary person, others will not treat him like an ordinary person.

Take tipping for example. In the past, when he was bartending drinks for his customers, the female customers would tip him five or ten yuan when they saw that he was handsome, and they would also tease him a few words and make a joke about meat and vegetables.

But today he mixed more than 20 cups and didn't get even a cent tip.

Not worth it.

He called Monica, asked her to eat seafood at an Irvine Italian restaurant, and then drove to LV Studios on Sunset Boulevard.

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, cars were coming and going on Sunset Boulevard, and there were many backpackers and tourists walking on the sidewalk. There were also many puppets dressed as superheroes taking photos with tourists and collecting tips.

Due to the popularity of the "Batman Returns" movie last year, there were the most puppets wearing black Batman suits and Catwoman suits, and the business was also the best.

Duca looked at the 'Catwomen' wearing tight leather jackets and thought to herself whether to buy one as a gift for Monica. Monica would look great in this outfit.

Just as I was thinking about it, a figure suddenly ran over from the side of the road and hit the front of the car. Fortunately, he was not driving very fast and braked in time, otherwise he could have knocked the man away.

He stopped the car, took out his phone and called Gloria, asking her to handle the porcelain incident. If he handled it personally, he didn't know how much money he would be extorted from.

"I'm sorry!"

Before he could make the call, the girl lying on the front of the car apologized to him and ran lamely across the street.

Duca was a little surprised.

Not a porcelain person?

He looked at the lame girl. She had a good figure. This was his first impression. She was over 175cm tall. She was wearing jeans and a blue sweater. Her waist was slim and her legs were long, making her look like a model.

The girl had long blond hair, fair skin on the side of her face, and looked young. At this moment, the girl seemed to be running away from something. Regardless of the injuries on her feet, she rushed to the other side of the street.

"Hey, wait!"

Another person ran past his car, as if he was chasing the girl. This person was a man in his thirties or forties, short, fat, and a little greasy.

In comparison, girls are obviously more likely to be attracted to others.

Duca took a look, restarted the car and moved forward.

Jingle bell bell~

"Boss, do you have a problem with me?"

Gloria called and asked.

Originally he wanted to say it was okay, but after thinking about it he said,

"I met a middle-aged wretched man chasing a young girl on Sunset Boulevard. The girl's foot was injured, and it seemed that I hit her. I'm going to rescue her as a hero. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Are girls beautiful?"

"I didn't see the face."

"Haha, then I suggest you find a policeman first and hand this matter over to the police.

As for the injury on the girl's foot, leave it to me to deal with it. You'd better not come forward. If the paparazzi find out, they will definitely say in the newspaper that the billionaire drove drunk and injured innocent passers-by."

"Okay, I need to trouble you to make a trip."

Duca gave her address and hung up the phone.

On the roadside, the lame girl was about to be overtaken by the greasy man. He pressed the horn twice and drove his car over.

"Hey, need some help?"

"Sir, someone is following me. Can you help me?"

The girl frowned, had blue eyes, and a pretty face. She was young and looked familiar.

"Do you know me?"

Duca got out of the car and asked.

"ah?"

The girl was stunned for a moment and took a look at his face. She looked familiar.

"Sorry sir, I just came from France, so..."

"Well, I thought I was world-famous, but I didn't expect that there are still people who don't know me. It's such a pity."

Duka shrugged his shoulders and shouted to the panting greasy man who came up from behind,

"Hey, man, can you get some exercise in before you go gangster?"

"Duka?! Wow, it's Mr. Duka King. Hello, Mr. King. I'm Martin Cullen. I'm your fan. Can you sign your autograph for me?"

The greasy man wiped the sweat from his forehead and took out a signature pad with a red face.

Duka raised his eyebrows, are my fans hooligans?

"Brother, let me make it clear first, why are you following this lady? Are you looking for sex?"

"No, no, this is a misunderstanding. I am an agent from Dorothy's agency. I just met this lady in the bank. I think..."

The greasy man Martin Cullen slowly explained.

He was going to withdraw money in the lobby of the National Bank on Sunset Boulevard when he happened to bump into this young lady.

Seeing that the other party was young, beautiful, and in great shape, he wanted to talk to the other party. If there were no problems, he was ready to sign the other party.

But when he was about to go up to talk, the girl left the bank with the check, and he quickly chased after her. As a result, the girl ran faster and faster because of her long legs. He even broke a sweat without catching up, and was treated as a gangster.

"Mr. Jin, this is my business card, please accept it."

Martin Cullen took out a white business card from his pocket and handed it over with both hands.

Duka looked at it, smiled softly, and handed it to the girl opposite.

The girl's face turned even redder and she bit her lower lip.

"I'm sorry Mr. Cullen, I heard that Los Angeles is very chaotic... I'm just too nervous."

"It doesn't matter. I didn't handle it well and caused you to misunderstand. But I have to thank Mr. Jin, otherwise there will be another gangster in Los Angeles."

Martin Cullen grinned and laughed.

Duka smiled, signed the other party's name, and returned the signature book.

"Okay, it's time for me to leave. Miss, please leave your contact information. My assistant will come over and take you to the hospital for treatment soon."

Duka pointed to the girl's feet.

"No need, Mr. Jin, my foot is not serious and will be fine in a while."

The girl waved her hand.

"Ahem~ Miss, Mr. Jin just helped you. Out of politeness, you should leave your contact information and take the initiative to introduce yourself, right?"

Martin Cullen reminded with a smile, he felt that this girl was so innocent, she wouldn't even call a billionaire if she asked for it, so why are you coming to Los Angeles? You might as well stay in the country, get married, have children, and live an ordinary life.

The girl bit her lower lip, lowered her face slightly,

"Hello Mr. Jin, I am Charlize Theron, from South Africa. I am 18 years old. I came to Los Angeles from Paris last month. I don't have a landline yet."

Duka looked the other person up and down, and slowly made contact with the imperial sister in his memory.

At this time, Theron was relatively young, with no wrinkles on her rosy face, and a relatively slender figure. However, from her beautiful face and slightly heroic eyebrows, you can also see a bit of Theron's sister.

"Hello Miss Theron, this is my business card. If you need help in the future in Los Angeles, you can call me."

Duca took out a business card and handed it over.

Charlize Theron moved her fingers in front of her belly, a little hesitant.

"Ms. Theron, thank you Mr. Jin."

Martin Cullen quickly reminded.

A billionaire's personal business card can be sold for 10,000 US dollars, and some people still want it.

If Duca is willing to give him one, he can kneel down and take it.

"Thank you Mr. Jin!"

Charlize Theron took the business card.

Martin Cullen shook his head secretly. He was too cold-tempered and didn't know how to seize opportunities. He must teach her more when he signs her.

Didi~

A BMW mini car approached and Gloria got out of the car.

"Boss, is this this beauty? She's really pretty. No wonder you can't help but go to the hero's rescue."

"Don't talk nonsense, Gloria, this is Miss Charlize Theron. The injury on her foot is also caused by me. Please take her to the hospital for a checkup. I made an appointment with Monica for dinner."

"Okay boss, don't worry, leave it to me."

Gloria patted her chest.

Duka smiled, said goodbye to the other two people, started the car and left the street.

"Miss Sally, my name is Gloria. You can call me Gloria. Get in the car and I'll take you to the hospital."

Gloria smiled.

"I won't bother you. I'm just a little bit sprained. I'll just rest for a while."

The girl moved her ankles and frowned, it seemed a bit serious.

"Let's go, my boss is rich, there is no need to save for him."

Gloria blinked, opened the car door and pushed the girl in.

"Ms. Gloria, please excuse me."

Martin Cullen smiled shyly and shouted to the car, "Ms. Theron, my phone number is on the business card. If you want to be an actor, remember to contact me."

"OK!"

The girl nodded slightly.

"Sally, did you come to Los Angeles to be an actress?"

Gloria asked as she got into the car.

"Yes, we have this consideration."

"Haha, then you are in luck. If you know my boss, you will have many more opportunities than others."

Gloria smiled and started the car.

Charlize Theron blinked, not quite understanding.

When she heard Martin Cullen mention the name "Dukaskin" just now, she immediately thought of the world champion who stunned the last Olympic Games, the king of guns, Duka.

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She had seen reports about Mr. Dukaskin in the newspaper and knew that he was a sports star, but how would this help her as an actor?

"Hey, you don't even know my boss?

Oh my god, no wonder Duka is a little depressed, hahaha, he used to call himself a big star and world famous, but it turns out there are still people who don’t recognize him, this is at least a ton of blow to him."

Gloria laughed while driving the car.

"No, I know he is the world shooting champion Mr. Dukaskin. He won seven gold medals and one silver medal at last year's Olympic Games and broke five world records. The media called him the king of guns and shooting events.

overlord.

I didn't recognize him at first because he looked different from the photo in the newspaper. In the photo, he had a stern face and was cold, but he looked more handsome and easy-going in person."

"Haha, you should say this to him face to face. Maybe he will take you to the hospital himself when he is happy."

Gloria smiled and took out three magazines from the storage box.

"Take a look. After reading this, you will definitely become a fan of my boss."

"Yeah?"

Charlize Theron opened the magazine and looked at it, and was surprised by the series of titles.

Who is the most commercially valuable athlete? Who is the youngest self-made billionaire with a net worth of US$260 million at the age of 27? Who is an investment genius in the entertainment industry who has made US$180 million in two years? Who is a young godfather in the entertainment industry who has made many directors and actors famous?

Still a close friend of the president...

"How is it? Are you surprised??"

Gloria smiled.

"How did he do it?"

Charlize Theron asked, covering her lower lip with her fingers.

"Who knows, that guy is so lazy, but he can succeed in anything he does. This guy is probably a genius."

Gloria shrugged her shoulders.

Charlize Theron looked at the business card in her hand and saw that this was indeed a rare opportunity.

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