hollywood entertainment mogul

"Let me tell you what Madonna's 'Like a Virgin' means. It's a woman meeting a very powerful man. That bastard is like the protagonist in Escape, very tough... In the waiter's dictionary

, there shouldn't be the word 'too busy'....Hurry up and give them a tip, what? If you don't tip, I won't agree. Do you know how much their salary is? It's pitiful....You're dreaming

You shot me, you better apologize to me when you wake up..."

At the bar, Duca laughed while reading the script of "Reservoir Dogs".

This script tells the story of six robbers who don't know each other, Mr. White, Mr. Orange, Mr. Gold, Mr. Pink, Mr. Brown and Mr. Blue, who make an appointment to rob a jewelry store together. After being ambushed by the police, they start playing

The 'who's undercover' game.

The script is full of lines, chattering, and Cha Luan talks over and over again for a long time. The topics are filled with a lot of dirty jokes, trash talk, complaints about celebrities, complaints about the government, etc. The language is relatively humorous and can be read as jokes.

"Duka, how's it going?"

Quentin tapped his fingers on the table and urged.

"Are you writing in a metaphorical and satirical way?"

"Yes, cult movies are like this. They use laughter and curses to comment on hot people, events, political topics, etc. The language of the shots has strong personal opinions and is very controversial..."

Quentin explained to him what a cult movie was and what the shooting techniques were for such movies.

"I understand what you mean, but why do I always feel like you are scolding me from beginning to end? Is it my misunderstanding?"

Duca frowned.

"No, I definitely didn't scold you. It's not just you, other people will think I'm scolding him. This is because everyone resonates with the character."

"Is that so?"

Duca nodded.

Huh~ Quentin wiped his sweat.

"This Mr. Jin is a character based on me?"

Duca asked again.

"not completely."

"What do you mean, not exactly? He is a killer thug, a violent maniac, a nymphomaniac, a pervert, and a sharpshooter. Apart from the sharpshooter, what does this person look like like me? This is not me at all."

Duca was dissatisfied.

"Yes, I don't think it's you either. This is not you at all. It's a completely fictional character of mine. Except for the sharpshooter, how about I delete the sharpshooter? Now it has nothing to do with you at all."

Quentin blinked.

"Is that okay? When you are interviewed in the future, will you tell reporters that I forced you to revise the script?"

"Absolutely not. I did it entirely of my own free will and have nothing to do with you."

Quentin said seriously.

Duca nodded, "When are you going to start filming?"

"There is only one script now, and it's too early to start filming. I have also written two other scripts, "A Fatal Romance" and "The Shining Killer." The former one was picked up by August Pictures, and I'm working on the latter one.

Negotiate with the Warner Pictures production department, and once the script fees arrive, we will have the start-up funds for filming."

“How much can a script sell for?”

"'Romance' sold for US$50,000, and 'The Shining' is still in talks."

"Only fifty thousand?"

Originally, he wanted to write a few scripts and be a guest screenwriter, but now that he thinks about it, he decided not to. Copying scripts takes too much brainpower, and besides, he doesn't want to be an Interpol who knows the law and breaks the law.

"Is fifty thousand too small? You work in a bar for a year and your salary is only fifty thousand? What makes you think fifty thousand is too small? Is it Sharon Stone?"

Quentin curled his lips and said.

Duca was too lazy to answer him, "How much does it cost to shoot "Reservoir Dogs"?"

"I plan to use acquaintances for the main cast and crew. The initial budget is about 1 million, maybe more."

Quentin thought for a while and said.

"If you need investment, you can come to me. I'm not short of money."

"You're not short of money? Where did you get the money? Does it belong to Sharon Stone? Use her money to help me make a movie. Isn't your sacrifice too big? I'm a little touched."

Quentin took his arm and said.

Bang~Duka slapped his hand away,

"Of course my money is my own. I didn't tell you before because it was unnecessary. Now I don't hide it from you because I don't treat you as an outsider. Now let me formally introduce you. The gentleman standing in front of you is actually a real person.

Multimillionaire."

"Haha~ I am a billionaire, from the future, right?"

Quentin pouted.

"Do you think I'm joking? Don't you think about it, if I don't have money, why do I get to Sharon Stone?"

"Isn't it...not relying on the body?"

Quentin winked and smiled evilly.

"....No need to explain, you just need to know one thing, if you need money, come to me, I can fulfill your wish."

Duca waved his hand and mixed drinks for the new guests.

Quentin held his chin and looked at him. Is this guy really a rich man who hides deeply?

So why is he hiding? He is so powerful, and his marksmanship is so good, but he lives in a shabby apartment and stays here as a bartender?

What kind of devil is hidden behind this?

"This guy seems to be getting more and more mysterious."

When we first met, this guy was a warm neighbor and bartender; after getting to know him better, he was a special soldier with strong martial arts skills, accurate marksmanship, and extremely abnormal body. Now this guy has become a multi-millionaire?

So who is he? What is his identity? Where did he come from? Why is he here? Is he a good guy or a bad guy? Could he be an alien?

In an instant, a million thoughts flashed through his mind, including suspense, thriller, science fiction, war, erotica...

"Hey~ Quentin, is this the bar you recommend?"

Someone tapped his shoulder from behind.

Quentin turned around and laughed,

"Tim, you're here, Duca, let me introduce to you. This is my new friend Tim Roth. He just came from London. He is a very talented actor."

Duka looked at the person who came. He was a young man in his twenties, with short brown hair. He was not tall, about 1.7 meters tall, with oily hair. He was wearing a shirt and jeans. He had the style of a British man and a look unique to the 1990s.

Decadent temperament.

He also knew this person. He was Tim Roth, one of the leading actors in "Reservoir Dogs". He had appeared in "Pulp Fiction", his representative work was 1900 in "The Pianist", and he starred in the American TV series "Lie to Me"

Not bad either.

"Mr. Ross, welcome to Los Angeles, my name is Duka, Duka King, you can call me Duka."

Duka laughed and stretched out his hand to shake his hand.

"Haha, Tim, even though this guy looks like an Aboriginal, he is actually an immigrant. He came here just a few days before you. I am the only Aboriginal here."

Quentin put his arm around the little Tim Robin's shoulders and smiled.

"Hello Mr. Jin, you can call me Tim."

Tim Robin said politely.

"You two are welcome, everyone is called by their names."

Quentin laughed.

"That's right, Tim, what do you want to drink? The cocktail I made is definitely something you can't taste in London."

Duca chuckled.

"That's right. This guy knows a lot of cocktails. Many of them are his own creations. The taste is very unique. Now this guy is the best bartender on this street and even in Los Angeles. You must not miss it, right?

, I’m treating you today.”

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Quentin laughed.

"Wow, a treat for Quentin? This is not easy, Tim, you have to seize the opportunity to have a few more drinks."

"Yes, I will."

Tim Roth smiled and looked at the wine list.

"Is it okay Alexander?"

"No problem, I'll be fine soon."

The Alexander cocktail comes from the UK. It uses brandy as the base liquor, adds cocoa liqueur and fresh cream. It has a gentle and sweet taste and is suitable for girls.

After the cocktail was mixed, he placed it in front of Tim Roth.

"Tim, please use it slowly!"

"Thanks!"

Tim Roth took a bite and his eyes lit up.

"It's really good. The formula is different and the taste is richer."

"Yes, this is the taste of the West Coast of the United States."

Duca smiled.

"Thanks!"

Tim Roth politely thanked me again.

"Duka, what do you think of Tim playing Mr. Orange?"

Quentin asked, stroking his big chin.

"You are the director, so naturally you have the final say."

Duca wiped her hands with a silk scarf.

"Duka, are you an actor too?"

Tim Roth looked at him and asked.

"No, I'm a bartender."

"Yes, his identity is complicated enough, it can't be anything else."

Quentin shook his head.

"What's the meaning?"

Tim Roth wondered.

"I can't explain it in one or two sentences, but you will understand it later."

Quentin laughed and asked about Tim Roth's situation in London.

Tim Roth made his debut in 1981, starring in "Made in England" and "Ten Years of Torture". He won the British Academy Film Award for Most Promising Newcomer and became somewhat famous in the UK.

It's just that he didn't bother to make commercial films. After 1984, he had almost no films to film, so he went to the European continent to develop, and the results were very unsuccessful.

In 1988, while sleeping in a sewer in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, I met British director Peter Greenaway and gained his approval.

Returning to the UK, he successively played important roles in films such as "The Chef, The Thief, His Wife and His Lover" and "Van Gogh and Theo", gaining the attention of the industry.

But not long ago, because of his political stance, he was kicked out of the UK and came to Hollywood to develop.

Currently he is still a nobody in Hollywood.

"It doesn't matter, we are all unknowns, but we will definitely be big shots in the future."

Quentin said, holding up his wine glass.

"Well said!"

Duca clinked glasses and smiled.

Tim Roth also nodded slightly, smiling a little depressed.

In the next few days, Quentin was busy selling scripts and had no time to sit around in the bar. Instead of a ferocious big man in front of the bar, there was a melancholy young man named Tim Roth.

Tim Roth is not well-known in North America and has not received any good scripts yet.

In addition to watching stage plays, he often sits at the bar during the rest of the time, not talking, just staring at the wine glass in a daze.

Since he is a good wine taster, every time he makes a new wine, Duca will invite him to try it.

Tim Roth was not a big drinker and would get drunk after two or three glasses of strong liquor. When drunk, he would sometimes drink alcohol, giggle alone, or hold his forehead and cry.

After the quarrel, he would lie down on the bar and sleep, and Duka would call him when he got off work.

He also moved into the old apartment building in the Rossmore neighborhood and lived on the third floor at Quentin's strong suggestion.

Tim Roth also asked in confusion, there are two vacant rooms on the second floor, why can't we live on the second floor?

Quentin smiled and said nothing, saying that you will know in a few days.

Duca was speechless at this guy's bad taste.

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