hollywood entertainment mogul

After the new sign was replaced, the bar's business was not affected at all. Old customers came to look at the sign, made a few comments, and continued drinking and dancing. New customers rarely looked at the sign when they came to drink. As long as the atmosphere was good and there were many beautiful women, that was enough.

The only person who was affected was Fat Tom. From time to time, this guy sighed, saying, "I really regret selling the bar. What if I didn't sell it?"

There were a few times when Duca almost couldn't help but fire him when he heard about it. Having such a manager staying in the bar for a long time would affect the bar's business.

"Tom, we have three rules. First, you must keep smiling when you work in the bar. Even if it is a professional fake smile, you must look like it. Your frown will affect the enthusiasm of customers for consumption; second, you are not allowed to smile in the bar.

I sigh, don’t always complain to others, it sounds very annoying; thirdly... I’ll keep this one for now until I think about it, okay?”

Doca said.

"Understand that you are the boss and you have the final say."

Tom nodded heavily.

"Fake, now that you understand why you are still drooping, you will make everyone unhappy. If you can't do it, it means you are not qualified for the position of supervisor. If you don't try to be a bartender, Tony is a good teacher. He

Will be happy to teach you how to be a competent waiter."

"Yes, Boss Tom, no, Director Tom, do you want me to teach you?"

Tony asked with a smile.

"No, no, Duka, don't worry, I will definitely be qualified for the job of bar supervisor."

Tom immediately raised his head and chest, grinned, exposed his teeth, and showed a ferocious smile, which was uglier than Javier's.

"I'm busy."

Tom smiled, turned and walked towards the hall.

"It's not easy for Boss Tom."

Tony sighed deeply.

Duka glanced at him, "No matter how hard it is, he is still a millionaire, so there is no need to sympathize with him too much."

"Although he is rich, he lives an unhappy life. I think he is quite pitiful."

Tony said with a frown.

"You have no money, are you happy?"

"Of course, hehe, I have food and clothes now, live in a three-bedroom apartment with Donna, and have savings. We calculated that we save 20,000 a year and work for another five years, and we can buy a house and a car. At that time, I

I and Donna are planning to get married and have children, at least five, all of whom will be registered in the United States, haha~"

Tony grinned loudly as he spoke.

Duka also smiled and said, "It's pretty good, I live quite clearly."

Tony smiled and took the tray to deliver the wine.

"Oh, this guy is so easy to satisfy."

Julia leaned on the counter and sighed.

"What happened to you? Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?"

Duca asked, shaking the mixing glass.

"If he was willing to quarrel with me, I wouldn't be so desperate, but he stayed in the house all day and didn't go anywhere. He didn't want to work or socialize. No matter how much I tried to persuade him and scold him, he didn't say a word. It seemed that

It’s like I’ve resigned myself to my fate, what can I do? I’m also desperate.”

Julia covered her face and said.

"Isn't he a painter?"

"He can only paint, and he is still tens of thousands of feet away from the painter. I was fascinated by the way he painted. Who knew he would become like this."

Julia shrugged.

"How is his painting? I know there are several production crews that need art assistants. If his painting is good, you can give it a try."

"I persuaded him to find a job, but he didn't want to work. He also said that doing such boring work would make him lose the inspiration for painting."

"Is that so? I hope he can draw good works."

Duca smiled and said nothing more. Julia was willing to support her boyfriend rather than break up. This was a consensual matter, and it was useless to persuade others.

"Hello handsome guy, please give me a tequila cocktail."

A female customer came over and sat down at the bar.

"Okay, please wait!"

Duca started mixing drinks and made the other party a glass of Tequila Sunrise, which is suitable for girls.

"Handsome guy, I heard that your boss is a Mexican?"

The woman knocked on the counter and said.

"Yes, you have something to do with him?"

Duca took a look at the other person. He was in his twenties, not tall, with well-developed breasts, dark brown chocolate skin, and looked very healthy, like a Mexican. He also looked familiar.

"Is he at the bar today?"

The girl asked as she looked at the bar.

"What are you looking for him for?"

"Emm, handsome guy, I heard that your boss is also the boss of the film company, do you know?"

The girl came over and said softly.

Duka smiled and said, "You know a lot. Are you an actor?"

"It doesn't look like it?"

The girl raised her beautiful cheeks and puffed up her chest. She was quite wealthy, not much younger than Monica.

"picture!"

Duca also noticed that this girl seemed to be a Mexican actress who had appeared in "Once Upon a Time in Mexico" and the movie of the same name about the famous Mexican female painter Frida.

"Is your boss upstairs?"

The girl pointed to the stairs on the second floor.

"No, he's downstairs."

"Where?"

The girl looked around, as if she wanted to find the unique Mexican boss with her eyes.

Duca knocked on the table and placed the prepared Tequila Sunrise in front of her.

"Handsome guy, if you tell me who your boss is, this will be yours."

The girl took out a $50 tip and put it on the counter.

"Miss, how about giving me the money and I'll help you find it?"

Julia stretched out her hand and said.

"Julia, don't fight with me, this is my tip."

Duca quickly collected the money.

"Stingy. I heard that the richer people are, the stingier they are. It's true. Miss, actually you don't need to give him money, this guy is the Mexican boss you are looking for."

Julia pointed at him and said.

"Uh, him?"

The Mexican girl blinked and looked him up and down.

"What, I don't look like a Mexican, or do I look like a boss?"

Duca crossed his arms and smiled.

"You don't look like a Mexican. Real Mexicans are not as white as you, and you don't have a Mexican temperament. You are more like an American, British, and Chinese."

The girl commented.

"There are always surprises, aren't there? My name is Dukaskin, from Yucatan. What's your name, miss?"

Duca asked in Spanish.

"Hello, Mr. Kim, my name is Salma Hayek, from Cochagocos, Veracruz. This is my resume."

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The girl took out a piece of personal information from her bag and placed it on the counter.

“The preparations are quite good.”

Duca smiled and took a look at the other person's resume. Salma Hayek graduated from the National University of Mexico and is 25 years old.

In 1988, she participated in the TV series "Break of Dawn" in Mexico. In 1989, she starred in the TV series "Teresa". For this TV series, she won the Mexican Novella Television Award for Best Actress.

She came to Los Angeles last year and is currently studying English and acting at Stella Adler School of the Arts. While taking classes, she is acting in TV shows, mainly in Spanish.

"Mr. Jin, when did you come to the United States? Haven't you watched "Theresa"? This TV series is very popular in China."

Salma Hayek said.

"I came here four years ago. It's a pity that I just missed this TV series."

Duca smiled.

"Is that so...Mr. Jin, do you have a role suitable for me? I would be very honored if I could play a role in your movie."

Salma Hayek put her hands in front of her belly and said seriously.

"Not yet. If I have a role that suits you, I will let someone contact you."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Jin!"

Salma Hayek said happily.

"You're welcome!"

Duca smiled, glanced at him and asked, "Salma, when did you come to Los Angeles last year?"

"September, almost October."

"Oh, look at me, do you think I look familiar?"

Duka asked, pointing to his face.

Salma Hayek stared at his face and shook her head,

"Mr. Jin, have we known each other before?"

"I don't know you, I'm just asking."

Duka smiled and said that he wanted to see if the other party recognized the 'Duka' on the wanted photo, but the result was that he did not, which showed that his face had indeed changed a lot.

Salma Hayek looked at him doubtfully, and suddenly felt that the facial features of this face were indeed familiar, but where had she seen it before?

She held her face up and frowned slightly.

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