hollywood entertainment mogul

080, Quentin's troubles

"Quentin, is Duca home?"

Rossmore Apartments, Tim Ross asked, pointing to the apartment next door.

"Bah, don't mention that guy. After that guy made money, he bought a big villa in Bellaire and lived with the beautiful girl Monica. They made love every day. I don't know how depraved the life was."

Quentin curled his lips, opened the door and invited Tim in.

Tim Roth was in the UK some time ago and just came here today.

Hearing Quentin's words, he smiled softly, "You have made hundreds of thousands, why don't you buy a villa? Why are you still living here?"

"Hehe, I forgot to tell you that I also bought a single-family villa on the coast of Santa Monica. The scenery is nice. I will take you to see it when you have time."

Quentin smiled, took out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, and handed one to Tim.

Tim Roth chuckled, not bothering to criticize his double standards.

"Then why don't you come and live there?"

"I went. Originally, I planned to write a script there, but the villa is too close to the beach. Every day there are blue skies, white clouds, beaches, waves, and hot girls. And the new script I want to write is in a black and violent style, and there is no feeling at all when I write it there.

, I stayed for a few days and came back, I feel better here."

Quentin shrugged his shoulders and sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

"Has the script been written?"

Tim Roth asked as he took a sip of beer.

"No, I don't know what to write or how to write it. I've written several beginnings but I'm still not satisfied... Oh, I blame that bastard Duka. When I had no money, no car, no house, what was in my mind

There are so many inspirations, just like swollen beans. If you don’t write them down, you will get a headache.

After I got money and a villa, the inspiration in my mind seemed to have been quietly stolen, and then, all of a sudden, it was gone."

Quentin said, gesturing with his hands on both sides of his head.

Tim Roth smiled and said, "It's indeed Duca's fault. He shouldn't give an artist too much money. This will make the artist lose the inspiration and motivation to create. Real artists should stay poor."

"Yes, that's it."

Quentin laughed and bumped the bottle with Tim.

Then the two talked about Tim Roth's schedule. Tim returned to London for more than two months years ago. He received two scripts some time ago and he came back to audition.

"Eh~"

While they were chatting, Quentin frowned as he stared at the TV. This program was the TNT sports channel, and was currently broadcasting the live broadcast of the Shooting World Cup, Los Angeles Station, and Shooting Competition Finals.

On the 50-meter pistol shooting range, two gunmen held pistols and stood in front of the target to compete.

Bang bang bang~, the first group shot 5 bullets in 8 seconds, the second group shot 5 bullets in 6 seconds, and the third group shot 5 bullets in 4 seconds.

The two shooters were the first to finish, and the second athlete came on.

This athlete wears a peaked cap and special glasses, holds a pistol, has a stern expression, and looks cool.

It's just that this person looks very familiar, and the more he looks at him, the more familiar he looks, and it always feels like he's seen him somewhere before.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing him staring blankly at the TV without speaking, Tim Roth asked in confusion.

"Tim, look at that guy, does he look familiar?"

Quentin asked, pointing at the guy who was shooting.

Tim looked back at the TV, "Well, it looks familiar. Why does it look like Duka? No, it shouldn't be. This is a regular competition, it can't be him, but this guy looks very similar to Duka."

Like, when you meet Duka, you must ask him to watch this game, maybe it's his brother... Look at the name on that guy's clothes, Dukas King, wait, Dukas King?!"

Tim's eyes widened, he rubbed it, and took another look. The man's clothes did say "Dukas King" on them.

"Quentin, what is Duca's full name?"

"Dukaskin!"

Quentin said blankly.

"Ahem~, Duca is participating in a shooting competition?"

On TV, at the end of the first game, the on-site referee announced the scores of both sides.

Duka scored 580.4 rings in the 50-meter free hand pistol slow shooting event, ranking first in the competition and also the champion of the American Division of this Shooting World Cup.

"Oh, fuck, how is this possible? How did he win the championship? Did I tune into the wrong channel?"

Quentin couldn't believe his eyes. When he saw Duka in the past, Duka was either behind the bar, in the movie company, or practicing boxing in the apartment.

Suddenly seeing him appear on TV, standing at the shooting range, it felt like my brain had been deceived by my eyes.

"I remember you said that Duka was a special forces soldier, and he shot and exploded three bottles in the bar."

Tim Roth thought for a while and said.

"That's different. There are millions of special forces in the world. How many of them can really shoot with such accuracy? The last time he shot a wine bottle with three shots was not as good as this one. This one requires ten rings to win."

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At this time, the man suspected of being Duca waved his hand towards the stands.

The live camera turned to the audience, and a beautiful woman appeared in the camera. She was sexy, hot, plump and eye-catching. She was none other than Monica Bellucci.

"I'm sure, this guy is Duka. I'm going to call him and ask him to buy a drink. He won the championship and didn't even buy a drink. This guy is really stingy."

Quentin took the phone and called, but he couldn't get through. The phone indicated that the call was in progress.

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"Hey, Duca, I saw a piece of news in the newspaper. It said that a guy named Dukaskin won the championship in three events at the Los Angeles Shooting Competition. Is this Dukaskin you?

?You can’t tell just by looking at the photos.”

On the set of "Unruly Skies" in Portland, Keanu Reeves held the phone and looked at the picture in the newspaper and asked.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"It's really you!"

Keanu raised his eyebrows and said to Ruifan, "It's Duka. This guy admitted it."

"sharp!"

Ruifan nodded and said.

"Duka, why are you running to participate in a shooting competition?"

Keanu asked.

"hobby!"

Duca held the phone and said, "How is the filming going? When will it be finished?"

"About next month, the filming should be completed next month."

Keanu said.

"That's good. If we finish filming early, we might be able to make it in time for the Cannes Film Festival in May."

"It's not as fast as you think. We can't finish the post-production work in a month. It's almost enough to catch up with the Venice Film Festival in September."

"Well, Venice is not bad. You can travel there."

After chatting for a few words, Duca hung up the phone.

"Honey, are you going to Venice?"

Monica turned around and asked.

"Yes, if you have time in September, how about we go back to Italy together?"

Dukara pulled her and asked.

"Okay, it's settled."

Monica happily kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey~, can you focus more while shopping? If you keep doing this, don't call me next time. I don't want to be your bedside lamp."

Linda Yingwangrista said dissatisfied.

"Haha, okay, let's continue."

Monica held Linda's arm and continued to look at the high heels.