King of Hollywood

After another two days, the filming of "Two Smoking Guns" was finally completed, which made the entire crew cheer. For the second- and third-rate actors participating in the show, it is a blessing not to be tortured by this "terrible" director. The staff who have to continue to follow are not so lucky. Although Adrian "kindly" gave them two days off, but...

"Rest as much as you can, the next time will be more pressing, and I will drain every ounce of your energy." Adrian announced this, and Dennis was also included.

"Even if you can't help you professionally, it shouldn't be difficult to provide the next service, right? No way, the budget and manpower are not enough, anyway, this is your business." Adrian said in a persuasive manner, originally planned to be in London. Dennis, who had been having fun for a few days, had to give up the idea.

In fact, Adrian didn't want to do this, but as he said to Dennis, the manpower was not enough, and he had to do all the editing in the post-production. In addition, the time is tight, and the registration deadline for the Venice Film Festival has been less than a month, so I had to let Dennis and a few staff take care of all the trivialities, so that I could hurry up and edit every minute and every second.

"At this time the day after tomorrow, I'm probably working frantically in my London studio." After looking at the time, Adrian sighed, "Hurry up and rest."

After counting his belongings, he walked out of the room to the reception hall of the hotel, leaning against the door and watching the scenery on the street. After about ten minutes, he looked at the time again and counted it in his heart. The person who was waiting after the 50th time appeared at the entrance of the hotel stairs.

"Hello, Miss Bechenza." Adrian waved in greeting.

"Hello, Mr. Cowell." Catherine, who was carrying the bag, smiled and nodded, and there was no other expression.

"I thought you had already gone back. Your mother called to ask the day before yesterday. Listening to her tone, it seems that she will come over if you don't go back." Adrian said jokingly.

"She's always like this." Catherine smiled and shrugged, then changed the topic: "To be honest, if you hadn't deliberately made things difficult, maybe I would have gone back long ago."

"Hey, we said it's even." Adrian reminded, looking a little annoyed, Catherine couldn't help laughing, and waved her right hand: "Okay, it's even, don't mention it. ."

"Are you busy going back? If you're not busy, how about having a cup of black tea together?" Adrian asked.

A stunned expression flashed across Catherine's face, and after hesitating for a few seconds, she nodded: "Okay then."

The two chatted and walked around the street a few times, and finally found a small cafe with a decent environment.

"You mean, you have hardly visited this town since filming started, Mr. Cowell?" Katherine asked curiously after dismissing the waiter.

"Let's call me Ed, Mr. and Miss are too long." Adrian said with a smile.

"Okay, Ed, you can call me Kate, that's what my friends call me." Catherine didn't refuse.

"You may have heard that I have been rushing to shoot for some reason, and I have to write some novel fragments or some script outlines that I think of every day. Except for the needs of filming, I basically never walked outside." Adrian explained.

"You know what, Ed, you're a really weird guy, writing a novel at the same time as making a movie, and not only doing great writing but also coming up with a... interesting idea in such a short amount of time." Here, a blush flashed across Catherine's face.

"I wasted too much time before, trying to hurry everything up," Adrian shrugged, "Besides, weird is not a good word, I don't think I'm going to be with someone who likes to dye their hair colorful, Compare that to a guy running around on a Harley in a black leather jacket, or a guy in a plaid shirt and a straw hat sitting around the corner all day looking at pretty girls."

Catherine couldn't help but laugh: "I didn't say that, you said it yourself."

Then she looked at Adrian with interest: "To be honest, you are very different today than before."

"These two days off, and letting go of those annoying things will naturally be different," Adrian said and suddenly sighed, "But only these two days, after returning to London, I have to start working on post-production, what the hell , I haven't been to London since my grandmother died, and I really want to have a good time."

"Your grandmother is British?" Catherine asked curiously.

"When I was a kid, I used to go back and forth between Los Angeles and London, and I was closest to her except my parents." Adrian nodded.

"No wonder your London accent is so good."

"If you want to hear it, I'll have a little bit of an Oxfordshire or Cornwall accent."

The chatterbox was opened. Although the topics of conversation were trivial matters in life and they said whatever came to mind, the two still chatted eagerly. Drinking black tea, a few chuckles sounded from time to time, and the sun rarely drilled out from the thick clouds, adding a touch of warmth to this somewhat deserted cafe through the window.

"Then, why do you have to participate in the Venice Film Festival? There is more than one film festival in the world. You can go to other film festivals after the production is better." Catherine talked about this film. Movie.

"Because of time, I wasted a lot of time." Adrian sighed.

"Wasted a lot of time?" Catherine wondered.

"Yes..." Adrian lowered his eyelids and moved his fingers, "My parents passed away two years ago in a plane crash."

Catherine let out a low cry.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"It's nothing, it's much better now, it's just..." Adrian looked out the window, the sunlight shining through the thick clouds made the street much brighter, "I've been drinking for two years, and I wake up very late every day. Then go out and fool around, and come home in the early hours of the morning, back to the empty house."

Catherine also fell silent, as if some memory had been brought back.

"I can understand," she whispered, "my father died when I was six, and he was a great comedian who used to put me on his shoulders and take me to the set to play...even if it was past. It's been more than ten years, and every time I think about it, I still feel... I also suffered from anorexia because of this..."

Having said that, Catherine suddenly waved her hand, her brows also wrinkled, and a trace of irritability crossed her pretty face. She pulled out a cigarette in her satchel, took one out and put it in her mouth, and lit the lighter with a click.

Adrian, who saw these in his eyes, suddenly reached out and pulled the cigarette out of her mouth: "This is not a good habit."

"What are you doing?" Catherine looked at him in amazement.

"Smoking is not good for you." Adrian said lightly.

"It's my business what I want to do." Catherine was a little angry.

"Women's smoking is far more harmful than men's, Kate, you are so beautiful, how can you let this beauty dissipate because of cigarettes?" Adrian didn't seem to realize that she was angry.

"I think it's my business whether I smoke or not! It's none of your business!" Catherine's tone was already annoyed.

"Yes, I know, but, Kate, smoking doesn't stop you from thinking about your father, just like I wake up the next day and face the truth no matter how drunk I am," Adrian said earnestly, scratching lightly. Holding Catherine's hand, "Let's change the method. I don't think your father would want to see his daughter addicted to smoking."

His thumb moved slowly back and forth across the back of Catherine's hand.

Looking at Adrian, Catherine was silent for a while again, and finally got up and pulled her hand back gently. She picked up the cigarette on the table and played with it, and Adrian didn't stop or speak.

"I think it's time for me to go," Katherine whispered.

"I'll take you out." Adrian nodded, took her to the street after paying the bill, and stopped a taxi for her.

"I was a heavy smoker for a while, and then I quit under the supervision of my mother and stepfather. My stepfather said the same thing to me," Catherine said after opening the car door, looking at Adrian, her bright eyes flashing With an inexplicable radiance, "Today was just abrupt... I was struck by you... Thank you, Ed."

"I should do." Adrian smiled.

Watching her get in the car and watching her go away, Adrian didn't look back until the taxi disappeared at the end of the street. The progress is good, she is willing to listen to her persuasion, and she is not angry with her somewhat rude behavior, which shows that she already has her own place in her heart, and...

Adrian lowered his head and rubbed his fingers lightly, as if he could still feel the soft skin on the back of Catherine's hand. Generally speaking, if a woman is not disgusted by a man touching the back of her hand, she is already interested in a man.

Women's hands are much more sensitive than men's, especially between the thumb and forefinger, where men can judge women's senses by touching them. Although Adrian was a bit tricky, Catherine's reaction completely explained everything.

"Okay, let's stop for a while, and finish the more important things first." Adrian, who was muttering to himself, shrugged his shoulders, squeezed his fists, and tidied up his clothes before walking towards the hotel. .

After another night off, Adrian returned to London with the team. The rented studio was messy and small because of the budget, but he didn't care.

"We are here to work, not to enjoy. Even if the environment is worse than this, we must continue to work and not fall on the road to victory." In the messy editing room, Adrian cheered everyone up.

It's not that he doesn't have the money to rent a studio with a better environment. Lawyer Wilson has just left London. The two scripts have already negotiated terms with Universal, and even a tenth of it is enough. But Adrian didn't, everything went according to plan, and even back in London he stayed in a small hotel with his staff.

The $200,000 has already exceeded the cost of "Two Smoking Guns" in memory. Do you need to invest more? This is not a good habit. Just like what he thought at the beginning, how can he make movies in the future if he still has to overspend? Guy Ritchie could edit this movie in a small studio, why can't he!

(In other words, you guessed too accurately, and I deliberately translated the last name and first name...)