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After Lawrence left, Duca sat in a cafe booth and slowly looked through the information about black actors.

Who was the black actor in the original version? I have no impression of him, probably because he didn't act well and he didn't become famous later.

However, when watching Quentin's other movies, there is a big boss who stands out more. That guy's name is Samuel L. Jackson.

He looked through it for a while and finally found Samuel Jackson's name.

Information shows that Samuel Jackson is 42 years old. He graduated from Morehouse College with a major in theater arts. He is considered to be highly educated among black people. However, this guy is ugly and fierce, like a primitive man, and does not conform to the mainstream group's view of black people.

The actor's aesthetic.

Compared with this kind of ugly black actors, mainstream audiences prefer kind-looking black actors, such as Sidney Poitier, Morgan Freeman, and Denzel Washington.

Put down by his appearance, Samuel Jackson has only played supporting roles in a few movies after more than ten years of working in the industry.

But after meeting the bad guy Quentin, this guy seemed to have found an organization. He starred in four Quentin movies, "Pulp Fiction", "Dangerous Liaisons", "Django Unchained" and "The Hateful Eight", which is the same as Quentin.

The actor with the most collaborations is more than Uma Thurman.

Thanks to Quentin's movies, he has gone from unknown to a first-line movie star. His salary even exceeds that of Denzel Washington and is almost comparable to that of Will Smith.

This guy is Quentin's golden partner. Recruiting him into the crew in advance should be able to meet Quentin's requirements.

"Monica, call this guy and ask him to come over and audition."

"Samuel Jackson? Only inform him to come here alone? Do you want to find a few more?"

Monica came over and looked at the information.

Duka turned his head and smelled the fragrance of her body, her warm breath, her beautiful profile, bright black eyes, and long eyelashes.

"What are you looking at?"

Monica clutched her chest and did a tactical back-up.

"Hey~ what do you mean by covering your chest? Who do you think I am?"

Duka asked dissatisfied.

Monica rolled her eyes, put down her hands and said, "Mr. Dukaskin, I think you should focus on your work at this time. The 1.2 million you invested in this movie is not a small amount."

"Okay, we will talk about your insult to my character later. Now you call Samuel Jackson and ask him if he has time. We will only wait for him for two days."

"Why not find a few more and find a few suitable ones to audition together, it will be more efficient."

Monica said.

"No need. If I say he can, it's okay. If he can't, he must be okay. Besides, I think you need to learn from Gloria how to be a good assistant."

"You are the boss and you have the final say."

Monica hummed softly, took the phone and called Samuel L. Jackson.

"Samuel Jackson said he'd be there in an hour."

Monica put down the phone and said.

"Very positive, then wait for him for an hour."

At 2:12 in the afternoon, when the sun was shining brightly in Los Angeles, a shiny-black guy came to the set.

"Mr. Samuel L. Jackson, you are welcome to audition. My name is Dukas King and I am the chief producer of this film. This is my assistant, Ms. Monica Bellucci. Our audition method is very simple.

This is the script, please read this line."

Duca handed the script to the other party.

"Okay, Mr. Jin!"

Samuel Jackson took the script and read it over. After a little preparation, he immediately got into the acting mood and spoke his lines to the air alone. His performance was pretty good.

Duka smiled and looked at Laurence Band who was walking from the side.

"what do you think?"

"The age and appearance are very suitable. How did you find him? It has only been less than two hours."

Laurence Band was surprised.

"I've seen his play and happened to see his name on the list. You take him to see Quentin and see what else that guy has to say."

"OK!"

After Samuel finished his performance, Lawrence took him into the scene.

"Monica, I bet Quentin has no problem with this choice."

"I don't believe it. Boss, to be blunt, you don't know how to choose actors."

Monica folded her arms and said calmly.

"Haha, Monica, let's make a bet. If Quentin doesn't have any objection, even if you win, you'll pay for the afternoon meal. If Quentin's bastard is still not satisfied, then I'll pay for it. How about that?"

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Duca stretched out his fist and said.

"make a deal!"

Monica clenched her fist and smacked him.

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"When you are an undercover agent, you have to be like Marlon Brando. Be a good actor, behave naturally and realistically, and be impeccable. If you are a bad actor, things will go wrong."

"What's this mess?"

"It's about interesting things about the drug trade. Some interesting things you encountered when you were a drug dealer..."

Walking into the set, Samuel Jackson and Tim Roth were playing opposite each other. Tim played the role of an undercover policeman, and Samuel Jackson was the undercover coordinator, teaching him how to be an undercover police officer.

"Not bad, Samuel's looks, temperament and acting skills are very suitable. Lawrence, where did you find him?"

Quentin touched his big chin and said excitedly.

"Duka found it. I gave him the actor information book, and it took him less than two hours to find this person."

"Duka? He will choose the actor? Impossible, absolutely impossible, it must be Monica's choice."

Quentin nodded affirmatively.

Duka chuckled and was too lazy to talk to him. He lightly touched Monica next to him with his shoulder.

"Beauty, where should we go to eat this afternoon?"

"It doesn't count. You and Quentin must have colluded. Samuel Jackson was also the person you selected in advance."

"Do you really dare to think that we, two grown men, would team up to defraud you of a meal?"

Duca shook his head.

Monica stared at him. Although this guy was of average character, he seemed incapable of doing such boring things.

"Okay, I'll treat you this afternoon."

"That's great. I heard that the Italian food at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas is good. How about we go try it?"

“Going to Las Vegas for lunch?!”

Monica shook her fist.

"Yes, I want to order Italian Alba white truffle soup, Almas caviar pizza, Parma baked ham, and Italian red wine. Then I will have a bottle of 1982 Lafite, and a Venetian violin band to accompany it. Isn't it great?

style?"

Duca asked.

"...."

Monica stared at him quietly, her plump breasts rising and falling.

"Okay, it's just a joke. I don't mean anything else. I just want to see you get angry and want to hit someone."

Duka laughed and walked into the set.

"asshole!"

Monica bit her lower lip and rubbed her toes vigorously on the floor. She waited and waited. She would not be legally responsible for kicking him until she got used to it.

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