hollywood entertainment mogul

It's past ten o'clock in the evening, and it's time to get off work again. When I was an Interpol police officer, I often ran around outside, and my schedule was very irregular. My life was miserable and inhumane.

Now he commutes to and from get off work on time every day, and he likes this rhythm in a peaceful and leisurely way.

After leaving the bar and passing a phone booth on the street, he saw a familiar figure, a girl carrying a guitar, laughing and jumping up and down with the phone, as if she was talking about something happy.

The caller was Shania Twain. After signing the contract today, she went on stage to sing in the bar.

She first sang two popular songs on the stage, which attracted the attention of the drinkers present.

Seeing that there were people around her listening to the song seriously, she sang a new song of her own. It was a short composition in which she wrote her story and mood, whether she was happy or unhappy, beautiful or disappointed. She sang very well.

Be happy and engaged.

The audience in the bar was infected by her voice and emotions, and unconsciously gathered under the stage, gathered around her, and listened to her singing quietly, turning the scene into a small fan concert.

Duka likes this kind of singer, not just because she is Shania Twain, nor just because her appearance and temperament are in line with her own aesthetics, she simply likes her.

He drove slowly back a few meters and stopped outside the phone booth.

"Katie, I just got a $1,000 signing bonus. I will transfer it to you tomorrow. You have to take good care of Vera and Chris at home..."

In the phone booth, Shania was chatting with her sister while holding the phone cord. When she looked up, she saw a black Thunderbird parked on the roadside.

Through the window glass, a handsome man was sitting in the cab, holding a lollipop in his mouth, his hand on the window, looking sideways at the sky, lazily and carelessly.

Shania blinked, whispered a few words into the phone, hung up the phone, brushed down her long hair, pulled the guitar strap on her shoulders, and walked to the car.

"Duka, you're off work."

Shania smiled slightly.

"Xenia, why don't I give you a ride? It will be a mess here at night."

"...Thank you, sorry for bothering you."

Shania put her guitar on the back seat, sat in the passenger seat, and fastened her seat belt.

"Where do you live?"

“A hotel next to the station.”

Duca nodded, turned the steering wheel, and drove onto the eastbound highway.

"Shania, when did you come to Los Angeles?"

"This is the fourth day. I sent a tape demo to Geffen Records six months ago. Last week they called me and asked me to come over and audition. One of their bands is looking for a lead singer, and my voice doesn't match theirs.

Require."

Shania shrugged her shoulders and tapped her fingers on her knees.

"It doesn't matter. Your conditions are already good enough. What's missing is just opportunity. For talented people, there are plenty of opportunities in Los Angeles. I'm also going to start a music company in the future. How about we cooperate?"

"Are you serious?"

Shania stopped playing on her knees and looked at him in surprise.

"Really, I also like music very much, but my voice is not good. No matter how hard I practice, I can't become a professional singer. And your conditions are great. I hope I can help you so that you can become a real singer as soon as possible. It is also helping me.

Make your dreams come true.”

Duca said seriously.

"Okay, when you start a music company, I will definitely join you."

Shania stretched out her hand and smiled.

"It's our cooperation!"

Duca shook her hand.

——

After sending Shania to her residence, Duka drove back to the community apartment.

Seeing that Quentin's door was open and there was light shining through it, he knocked on the door, pushed the door open and walked in.

The lights in the room were bright, Quentin was eating pizza and beer on the dining table, with a painting brush in his hand. There was a director's script on the table, and he was writing and drawing non-stop.

Quentin can't sketch, he can only draw some stick figures to represent the characters in the script.

There is a lot of descriptive language around the stick figures, lenses, camera positions, dialogue tone, lighting angles, etc.

It was so densely packed that it looked like a ghost painting, making it difficult for anyone but himself to understand.

"Did the movie go well?"

Duca sat down and asked.

"Why are you asking this? Pretending to care about the movie? If you really cared, you should stay on the set and watch instead of drinking and picking up girls in the bar."

Quentin chewed on the pizza and curled his lips.

"Haha, you are so resentful? I remember when I was on the set, you often found me annoying and asked me to stay away. Now you are complaining about me. Do you think I am a producer who is easy to bully?"

Duka said unhappily.

"Huh, the crew is a place of work. The producer is the boss of the crew and a role model for all the staff. But you, a role model, don't work in the crew and spend all day with Monica. Do I have a problem with you being annoyed?

?”

"Monica is my assistant. She and I discuss work together. It is a normal communication, just like you and your assistant director, Lawrence and his production assistant. What's the problem? The only one who has a problem is Monica.

She’s so beautiful, I’m so handsome, you’re jealous of us.”

"Haha, it's ridiculous. I'm really jealous of you for being so thick-skinned. Duka, you're so shameless. It's a shame not to be an actor. So I decided to arrange a role for you, a small role, no lines, and only a few seconds of footage."

Our entire crew made guest appearances in the play, even Monica came as an extra, and you, the producer, are no exception."

Quentin patted director Ben and said.

"emm~ Only a few seconds of footage?"

"Yes!"

"What role?"

"There are two small roles that have not yet been decided. One is Boss Qiao's subordinate. That character will appear once when Mr. Jin visits Boss Qiao.

The other one is a Los Angeles police officer. Mr. Orange is making up a story for Boss Qiao, saying that he took the goods to the station bathroom and met four police officers. You can play one of them."

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"Okay, I choose the police."

Let a real policeman play the role of a policeman, and he is sure to play this role well.

"Haha, this is good. This is a responsible producer."

Quentin grinned a little maliciously.

"Huh, Quentin, we agreed in advance that when I come on the stage, you can't deliberately yell at me, you can't criticize me in public, and you can't sarcastically and maliciously retaliate. Otherwise...can you bear the fists as big as sandbags?"

Duka clenched his fist and shook it in front of his eyes.

The corner of Quentin's mouth twitched, "Who do you think I am? I am a professional director, a professional, what kind of boring things do I do?"

"There is no best, otherwise I will make you, a director who likes violence, live up to your reputation."

Duca yawned, waved his hands and left the apartment.

Quentin stared at his back, smiled, and continued writing in the director's notebook.

——

The next morning, Duka drove to the hotel in the East District, where Shania lived. The environment there was very poor and not suitable for long-term living.

Duca suggested that she come to Santa Monica to find an apartment to rent, which would be convenient for work, and Shania agreed.

Hearing that he lived in the Rossmore community, Shania came to take a look and thought the environment here was good and the rent was not expensive, so she decided to rent here too.

Duka took her around and found an apartment with a relatively new decoration style in the apartment building No. 12 next door.

It has one bedroom, one bathroom, a balcony, a kitchen and dining room, and simple furniture. The monthly rent is US$350, making it suitable for ordinary working-class people to live in.

After viewing the house, he called Gloria and asked her to come over and accompany Shania around the streets to buy some furniture and daily necessities.

Anyway, he won't accompany girls around the streets, it's too tiring.

"Boss, you can't find a girlfriend like this."

Gloria complained.

"How is it possible? Girls like talented boys, and what I don't lack most is talent."

"Haha, boss, what are your talents?

"Driving, shooting, bartending, does that count?"

"No, it's technology, not talent. Talent is something related to art, singing, painting, dancing, literature, etc. What will the boss do? You don't have the talent that girls admire, and you're too lazy to go shopping with girls. How can you find a girlfriend like this?

?”

Gloria asked earnestly.

"I'm... very handsome, is that enough?"

Duca asked, bulging his biceps.

Gloria rolled her eyes, and when Shania came down, she greeted her with a smile. Within two minutes, she and Shania were holding hands, fully demonstrating what it means to be a social master.

Duka smiled and waved the shopping duo away.

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