King of Hollywood

Walking out of the tavern, he looked up at the sky that had cleared up. The sunlight was rarely revealed from the gaps in the clouds, and the beams of light seemed to give people a holy feeling.

Adrian took a long breath, felt the freshness of the air after the rain, and pulled his hat to cover his eyes. Although he was sure that no reporter would find him out, he also believed that no one would be on the street Recognize a director, but it's always good to be cautious.

He walked casually on the street, thinking about his own affairs while looking at the various signboards. "Philadelphia Story", "True Lies", "Four Weddings and a Funeral", as well as the promise of Jean Reno's film and Anne Rice's novel, there are already so many plans, not to mention "Jurassic The Park is in the works, and Pokemon is about to be released—I have to go to the premiere, because Disney is producing and distributing the film.

And the investment of "Schindler's List" is about to start preparations. Spielberg will probably invest in this movie as soon as the production of "Jurassic Park" is over. He has been waiting for too long.

Calculated in this way, there are almost 8 films related to Bosworth Films. Although for a medium-sized film company, the number of films invested or produced in a year is definitely more than that many, you must know that almost all of these films are All of them have grossed over 100 million. Fortunately, they won't all be released this year, otherwise many people's glasses will definitely fall to the ground.

Seems a little too hasty, too fast? Adrian shook his head. There will only be more in the next few years. After this year, the speed of his personal filming will slow down, but the number of such films produced, invested and distributed by the company will only increase.

Throughout the 1990s, the special effects of high-grossing movies produced by Hollywood were far less dazzling than those after the 21st century, but some internal things were much higher than those movies that used special effects as a selling point. Because, in the eyes of many people, Hollywood in the 1990s was the most outstanding and the most eye-catching time, because every year there will be at least one high-quality movie in terms of effect and connotation.

There are many reasons for this conclusion, the large-scale application of special effects is one aspect, the rise of high investment, the opening of the Eastern European film market and other factors are not unrelated. Adrian doesn't want to think about these issues. All he has to do is make most of the high-quality movies produced in the 1990s have him or Bosworth Films behind them.

He can do this, and who else knows better than him which movies will sell well and which movies will have a high reputation? Anyway, now that the funds are sufficient, through investment, production or distribution, it is completely possible to get a foot in these excellent movies. Yes, he can't guarantee 100% that after "re-making" these movies, he will get the same box office as he remembers, but for gambling, a 70% chance of winning is enough to bet.

It seems crazy to do this, but once it is really done, you will get far more than just monetary benefits. After some things accumulate, the influence that erupts can definitely make people jaw-dropping. Adrian's empire needs such a thing in the future. This kind of influence, so he had planned it from the beginning.

He stopped, took another deep breath, and then reached out to stop a taxi. Looking at the receding street scene outside the car window, Adrian stopped thinking about things related to movies, and it was time to relax.

The taxi soon arrived outside the Clareridge Hotel. After paying the fare, Adrian walked straight through the lobby to the elevator. After entering, he naturally pressed the button on the 14th floor, as if living here like.

As the elevator went up, he quickly came to the 14th floor, and arranged his clothes in front of the mirror at the end of the corridor—even though the clothes he was wearing were really ordinary. Adrian strode to the door of Room 1416, reached out and rang the doorbell.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" A female voice came from behind the door a few minutes later.

"Room service, ma'am." A smile appeared on the corner of Adrian's mouth.

The door of the room opened immediately, and a glamorous girl in a thin-shouldered dress and a short black silk jacket appeared in front of Adrian. Her dark brown hair had been left to her shoulders, and her brown eyes did not blink. Staring at him, her sexy thick lips were slightly parted, as if longing for something.

"Is there any service?" She leaned against the door with an indescribably lazy temptation.

"There are all kinds of services." Adrian said with raised eyebrows.

In the next second, Monica stepped forward and hugged him, and blocked his mouth indifferently. Although Adrian was a little surprised, he asked for it unceremoniously, and at the same time put his arms around her waist and walked into the room, closing the door smoothly.

Bang, this was like a signal, and the kissing two became passionate immediately. Adrian reached out and peeled off Monica's silk coat, and Monica also untied the belt around his waist. Even so, the mouths of the two never separated, and the two of them moved toward the center of the room while touching each other's defenses, mouth to mouth.

Finally, with a plop, the two of them fell to the ground, followed by heavier gasps, a man and a woman didn't say anything, and just started the most primitive movements on the hotel floor.

After a hearty battle, Adrian lay on the ground and hugged Monica in his arms to warm him up.

"You seem to be very excited today." After Monica woke up from the daze, she grabbed and played with her soft hand, turned her head to look at Adrian and said in a hoarse voice.

"Of course, we haven't seen each other for a while." Adrian said with a smile, and then kissed her delicate collarbone. In fact, there is another reason besides this, just like the old saying: a wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as stealing. Taking advantage of the opportunity to come out with Neville to discuss the film, they went to the Claridge Hotel to have a tryst with Monica who came to London specially. This sneaky feeling was really exciting.

"How are you doing recently? The film promotion work is over, are you resting well?" Adrian continued to ask.

"Not bad, go shopping, do beauty, sports, fitness and other activities." Monica replied lazily.

"You don't need to look to know." Adrian said in admiration, the hand on her waist began to knead, and slowly moved down and inward, "You are always charming, Monica. "

What would it be like if Kate was here? Because the image associated with "stealing" made Adrian even more exciting, and things that hadn't subsided suddenly rose again.

"What are you thinking? Your little girlfriend?" Monica felt it and turned around and grabbed it.

"You really think so, Monica?" Adrian looked at her with a half-smile.

"Yes, that's what I think, a woman's intuition." There was an indescribable taste in Monica's tone, and the movements of her hands increased.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say is what you say." Adrian laughed.

Monica bit her lip, turned over suddenly and held Adrian down, then straddled him with her legs apart, looked down at him, lifted the thing up and sat down heavily.

"You are amazing...Ed..." She panted, her eyes narrowed slightly, "I remember...I seem to be about five years older than you...but...doesn't mean...doesn't mean... ..."

"It doesn't mean anything?" Adrian continued teasingly, and shook his waist mischievously.

"Oh damn" Monica screamed, leaned forward and grabbed Adrian's shoulders, staring at him fiercely: "You think I will give in like this? Tell you, Ed this afternoon I will You squeezed until there is nothing left, you don't want to make out with your little girlfriend when you go back"

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Eyelashes moved slightly, and she rubbed her face against the pillow, Monica finally woke up from her sound sleep. With her eyes slightly open, she turned around and subconsciously wanted to hug the person beside her, only to realize that she was lying on the bed alone, with a thin quilt wrapped around her naked body.

After being dazed for a few seconds, Monica finally came to her senses. She put down her arms and shrugged complicatedly, then lay on her back on the bed and sighed faintly. Only then did she realize that the bedside lamp was on, and looking outside the glass window, it was already dark.

Well, at least he was careful before he left. Monica said with some self-mockery, she was about to stand up and sit up when she was suddenly attracted by the little card on the bedside table.

It was a very simple card. It could be seen that it was made by hand. There were stick figures drawn on the cover. Although there were only a few strokes, it well outlined Monica's sleeping appearance on the bed.

Monica picked up the card, turned the bedside lamp brighter, and switched it on.

"Hi dear Monica, I was gone when you read this message, unfortunately I couldn't find better material for the card. I'm sorry I can't be with you tonight, but I wanted to tell you , on the way back, I thought about your lips all the time. Good night, sweet dreams."

Although there were only a few words, Monica, who was leaning on the head of the bed, looked at it several times, and finally set her sights on the stick figure on the cover. This is not the first time I have seen such a stick figure. Although Adrian did not call her during the closed shooting period, he wrote her a letter every week. There was not much written in the letter, but every day At the end of every letter, there will be a small stick figure, although simple but completely grasping the charm, you can tell who the picture is at a glance.

After a long sigh, Monica put on her pajamas and got out of bed. Without turning on the light, she walked barefoot to the freezer, took a bottle of champagne and a glass from it, then sat on a chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, poured herself a glass, and slowly tasted it, the outside light spilled through the glass It came in, sprinkled on her body, and stretched her shadow long.

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