hollywood entertainment mogul

"Damn Cardoso, what are you doing? If you let me see you sleeping at work again, I'll fire you! Tony, go do your work and don't wander around in front of me... And you, Marco, throw away the mirror again.

Let me see you looking in the mirror, and you don’t have to do it..."

Tom's roar echoed in the bar, and Tony quickly ran back to the bar with his head lowered.

"What's wrong with Boss Tom? It's like he's taken gunpowder."

Tony said carefully.

"Who knows, maybe I really took some gunpowder."

Duca shrugged his shoulders.

"No chatting allowed! Am I paying you to come here just so you can chat?"

Fat Tom scolded several employees. Except for Duca, there were four remaining waiters, two security guards, and even the cashier was criticized a few times.

When the guests came in, he walked up to the second floor with heavy steps.

"Phew~ The damn fat guy is finally gone."

Marco, who was somewhat handsome and handsome, sighed softly.

"Since he was so angry right away, that guy must be impotent or have been cuckolded."

The black waiter Cardoso chuckled.

"Why didn't it happen at the same time?"

Marco raised his eyebrows.

The two looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Snap~

Suddenly, someone patted them behind. Marco and Cardoso froze and almost sat on the ground. They slowly twisted their necks and discovered that it was not the fat man, but Michael, the fourth waiter in the bar.

"Oh~ damn Mike, can you stop showing up out of the blue? I was almost scared to death by you."

Marco said, patting his chest.

"I almost peeed in fear."

The black man Cardoso rolled his eyes and said.

Michael chuckled, put his arms around their shoulders and said,

"Luckily it's me. If it were Tom, you would be in trouble."

"What are you afraid of? We were just joking."

Marco and Cardoso curled their lips and left the bar with the guests' drinks.

Michael shrugged, lit a cigarette, and leaned on the counter.

"Duka, how do you think about what I said last time?"

"What's up?"

Duca washes the fruit for cocktails in the pool.

"You have a very good appearance when filming as an actor. You will definitely be very popular as an actor. Do you want to give it a try?"

Michael asked.

"Forget it, I am thin-skinned and not suitable for acting."

"It doesn't matter. No one is born an actor. If you practice more and shoot more scenes, you will gradually become proficient."

Michael advised.

Duca shook his head and rejected the proposal.

First, I am not interested. Watching others act is pretty good, but doing it yourself must be very tiring.

Second, the matter in Mexico has not been resolved yet, so it is not appropriate to be in the limelight for the time being.

In addition, I don’t lack money to spend, nor do I lack channels to make money, so there is no need to work as a coolie on the set.

"How have you been on the set recently? Did you get a line or two?"

Duca poured him a glass of wine.

"No, the competition in the Hollywood industry is too fierce. There are only a few hundred dramas every year, but hundreds of thousands of people compete for jobs, and most of them are young people. People like us who don't have an agency want to get a role with lines.

It’s not easy either.”

Michael sighed while holding the wine glass.

"Come on, persistence is victory, you will definitely succeed."

"Shit, don't say that, it sounds more like sarcasm to me!"

Michael gave a middle finger, got up and went to the booth to greet the customers entering the store.

Michael is a native of Ohio. Like many young people, he came to Hollywood to work hard with dreams of becoming a star.

While working as a waiter in a bar, and as a part-timer in a film crew, I hope to have a chance to become famous, but such opportunities are too rare. In the end, only a few people can become professional actors, and the vast majority of the rest will grow old with their dreams.

Become a living being.

But Duka sometimes envies them, because these people have dreams and are fighting for their dreams, but he does not.

He only has some simple and simple goals, such as becoming a billionaire, a tens of billions tycoon, or making more friends of the opposite sex.

Compared with those people's dreams, his own goals seemed a bit vulgar, and he often felt ashamed for this.

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At about seven o'clock in the evening, the number of people in the bar gradually increased, the dance floor was packed, and most of the surrounding booths were filled.

In the bar area he was responsible for, people were coming and going, and there were very few empty seats on the five high stools. Every time someone left, the seats would be quickly occupied within 10 seconds, mostly by female drinkers.

"Hello, give me a drink..."

The last customer had just left, and soon another girl came.

She was about twenty years old, wearing a T-shirt and jeans, with a slender figure. She wore wide-rimmed glasses to cover it up, but her delicate appearance and different temperament from ordinary women still made him recognize her at a glance. She should be the big star Wei

Nona Reed.

After working in the bar for more than two months, he also met several familiar celebrities, but Winona Ryder was the first one who could call her by name as soon as he saw her face.

Winona looked at the wine list on the wine cabinet, hesitated not knowing what to order, and finally waved her hand.

"Come for a drink, I heard the cocktail you made is very special."

"How about the strawberry martini? It has a refreshing and sweet taste, very suitable for girls."

Duca suggested.

Winona glanced at him and said, "I want a Bloody Mary!"

"OK!"

Duca smiled and started making Bloody Mary.

This cocktail is mainly made with vodka, a lot of tomato juice, lemon juice, peppercorns, salt, etc.

Because most of the ingredients are ketchup, the whole thing is bright red and looks bloody. Also because the name is very special and well-known, girls who come to the bar often order a drink.

Winona was sitting on the bar, holding her cheek with one hand, with a lazy posture. She placed one hand on the bar, her fingers kept falling, and her nails hit the solid wood table, making a "dong dong dong" sound.

"Duka, other people tell stories when they make cocktails, why don't you tell them?"

Winona asked.

"My story is all in wine."

Duca smiled.

"Perfunctory!"

Winona was not satisfied with his explanation.

"There's no saliva in my cocktail."

"nausea!"

"Well, a long time ago, in a far away country, there lived a king and queen. They longed to have a child. So they sincerely prayed to heaven, God! Please give us a child. It didn't take long.

, the queen indeed gave birth to a lovely little princess. The child's skin was as white as snow, her cheeks were as red as apples, and her hair was black and soft, so the king and queen named her Snow White..."

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"Chi~"

Winona laughed while lying on the counter. After laughing for a while, she brushed her long hair and raised her head.

"This is the most unpleasant version of all the versions I have ever heard."

"I have tried my best. Besides, you are also the first girl to listen to my fairy tales."

"The first one? Your tricks for picking up girls are really uncreative."

Winona curled her beautiful lips.

"Why can't you try to believe that I'm telling the truth?"

"Obviously, when a man says what he did for the first time, his purpose is completely exposed. I'm sorry Duka, your trick doesn't work here."

Winona shook her index finger.

"It doesn't matter, you should have just been stimulated. Anyone you see is a bad person, and what you hear is a lie, so I won't be angry because of your misunderstanding."

"Haha~, then I should thank you for your understanding?"

Winona smiled coldly.

"You're welcome, please use it slowly!"

Duca put a slice of lemon on the rim of the glass and placed a blood-red cocktail in front of her.

Winona took the cocktail and took a sip,

"The taste is worse than expected. I don't understand why my friends would recommend you and say that the wine you make is very special, just like you. I'm curious how you fooled them."

"With your current mood, Bloody Mary is not suitable for you. Why don't you try this Martini? Maybe you will have a different feeling."

Duca held a cocktail in front of her.

Winona picked up the goblet, took a small sip, and drank it all. The spicy taste made her cough slightly, and her face gained a little more color.

"How does it feel?"

Duca poured a glass of water and placed it on the bar.

“Very average.”

Winona blinked.

Duca smiled, took the cocktail shaker and refilled her second glass, and then the third glass.

Martini uses gin and gin as the main ingredients. The alcohol content exceeds 40 degrees and has a strong stamina. When she drank the third glass, Winona lay on the counter and stared blankly at the green olives in the glass.

There is some melancholy in the eyes.

The news said that she and Johnny Depp were in love and planning to get engaged. All the media were praising their relationship, often describing them as golden girls and perfect lovers.

"Edward Scissorhands", a collaboration between the two, has entered the filming period and is scheduled to be released at the end of the year. Everything sounds good.

Why do such people become depressed?

Seeing that Winona had no intention of chatting, he didn't ask any questions. There were other drinkers at the bar. When he finished serving the two new guests, he saw her assistant supporting her swaying

stood up.

"Goodbye Miss Reed!"

"No need to say goodbye, I probably won't come again."

Winona waved her hand.

"Okay, good night!"

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