Made in Hollywood

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"We're just temporary partners."

Uma Thurman shrugged indifferently, and Duke didn't want to continue to ask questions. This kind of temporary sex relationship described as "pao.friend" in previous life is countless in Hollywood.

If they are interested in each other, they come together. If they feel good, they can continue their relationship. Otherwise, wave goodbye. Hollywood plays such scenes every day, from extras to big-name stars to first-line producers and directors. No one in the circle or the general public will be surprised or surprised by this.

Within half an hour of arriving at the banquet hall, Duke could not remember how many glasses of wine he had drank. Although most of them were champagne, his drinking capacity was not very good. Although he was not drunk, he still felt a little bit. Top heavy.

"I suggest you go to the bathroom and vomit once."

The manager Nancy, who had been invisible all the time, came over at this time, stood beside Duke and suggested in a low voice, "This will feel better, and then you can come back and continue."

"I'll go if necessary." Duke nodded slightly.

"That's good..." Nancy Josephson took his arm and took Duke to the left of the banquet hall. "I'll introduce a few people to you."

"You may not like some of them," she whispered as she walked away, "but even if the other party has a grudge against you, you should refrain in this situation."

"Nancy," Duke replied softly, "I think you should understand that I'm not impulsive."

"Hi, Rei..."

The female agent let go of his hand, gestured to the front enthusiastically, walked over and gave a light hug to a woman in her forties who turned to this side, "I haven't seen you for a while, you look like you're back again. Younger."

"Nancy, it's always a pleasure to hear you speak."

After the other party finished speaking, Nancy Josephson looked here and introduced, "Lei, this is Duke. Duke, this is Ms. Lei Sancheni, a very good producer."

"Nice to meet you……"

Duke took the initiative to extend his hand, and the two shook hands gently, and then, like all social interactions, they said some unnutritious clichés.

"Lee Sancheni is a frequent producer at Twentieth Century Fox."

Leaving the small circle, Nancy briefly told Duke some information about the other party, "She has a new project from James Cameron in her hands, and 20th Century Fox is basically sure that it will be approved."

"Will this project affect us?" Duke asked immediately.

"It doesn't have much impact." Nancy explained as she walked. "Cameron's requested investment amount is too high. Fox will only provide 15 to 20 percent of it, and the rest will be resolved through financing."

This project must be "True Lies", he thought so, but Duke didn't say it. His eyes left Nancy and turned to the front of him. There were many people gathered there, most of them around the two women. .

The two women, one petite and the other tall, seemed to be very close.

The petite one was Naomi Watts, while the other tall woman in high heels was definitely over six feet, with a characteristic wide forehead and a characteristically sickly white face that was unforgettable, despite a warm smile on the corners of her mouth. There is always a cold feeling.

"This is a woman with a complicated mind." Nancy reminded Duke in a low voice, "What do you think of Nami? But the two Namis together are not her opponents."

"Hey, Nami..." Nancy dragged Duke and walked over quickly, and when the people around her dispersed, she said, "Aren't you going to introduce your friend?"

Although they are not first-line figures, they are considered to be famous. In fact, there is no need to introduce them. Naomi Watts just said a few words.

"Hello, Mrs. Cruise."

Hearing Nancy's greeting, Duke's eyes swept across the tall slender woman's face like lightning, keenly capturing a trace of haze.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Kidman."

Gently squeezed on the other's slender fingers, Duke said directly, "You can call me Duke..."

"Nice to meet you, Duke." She nodded to this side with a smile that seemed genuine. "You can call me Nicole or Mary."

"It's my pleasure."

Just like Nancy, many people in Hollywood know that Nicole Kidman is not a simple woman, but they only regard her as a symbol around Tom Cruise, and only Duke knows the scheming and means of this woman. Among the future first-line actresses, they can definitely be ranked in the top ranks.

"I've seen your "Ambition of the Earth" this year."

A waiter was summoned at random, Duke picked up four glasses of champagne from the tray one by one, handed them to the three people around, raised the glasses to them, took a sip, and said, "Your heroine is amazing. deep impression."

"It's a pity that it lost to your "Speed ​​of Life" at the box office."

Having said that, Nicole Kidman did not have much regret on her face, "I hope we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

"There is definitely a chance." Duke said politely.

"It's almost time, I think I should go."

As soon as she drank her glass, Nicole Kidman said goodbye, "Goodbye, Nami. Goodbye, Duke."

Watching the slender figure hurried away, Naomi Watts took two glasses of soda from the passing waiter, handed Duke a random one, turned her eyes in the direction of the door, and said, "Her husband is a controlling man. A super strong man, after Mary married him, she had to give up Catholicism and switch to Scientology. She couldn't stay too late when she came out to socialize alone. She gained a firm foothold in Hollywood through Tom Cruise, but this does it worth?"

"Whether it's worth it or not can only be understood by those who are in it."

If it weren't for the help of his mother, Duke didn't know when he would be able to do what he is now. "Hollywood only looks at the results, never the process."

"Yeah." Naomi Watts touched his wine glass, revealing two small front teeth that protruded slightly, and took a sip of soda, "You are the lucky one who got a good result, but Not everyone will be as lucky as you."

She pouted at the back of Nancy on the other side, "Take me for example, I participated in three auditions after "Speed ​​of Life", and the producer of one of the independent films hinted to Nancy, and Nancy also Let me agree to the other party's request, but I rejected it, and of course the role is gone."

"The independent film world..." Duke shrugged. "It's a messier place than the commercial film world."

Hollywood has all kinds of written or unwritten rules, but the capital structure and power structure of large-scale commercial films are extremely complex, and important roles in them are by no means obtained by undressing and sleeping with others. There is no director or producer. People dare to joke about tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars in investment.

However, independent films with relatively small investment amount and single source of funds, and relatively powerful producers or directors, are actually far dirtier than the mainstream commercial film circle.

"What about you, what about your second work?" Naomi Watts asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nancy is working." Duke suppressed the rush of wine and sighed slowly, "But so far, no production company has clearly stated that it wants to approve the project."

"It seems that you are a cutting-edge director..." She poked Duke's chest with her fingers. "Life is not as easy as I thought."

"You imagine?" Duke wondered.

"The production company is rushing to find you to invest, and countless media are rushing to visit."

She leaned closer, and there was almost no smell of alcohol on her body, so she probably didn't drink much. "A lot of beautiful women are chasing you and courting you."

"That's a scene in a movie."

Probably because of the drunkenness, Duke felt a little headache, pinched his forehead, and said, "I'm still worried about the investment in new projects. The media hyped the film for a few days and then shifted the target. As for women? Except for Wu Mar Thurman is a little more warm to me than she used to be..."

"Feel sorry……"

Having said this, Duke felt that he couldn't bear it any longer, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Seeing the back of Duke leaving, Naomi Watts tilted her head and thought for a while, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and she invited the waiter to ask for a handkerchief, followed him, and waited at the door of the bathroom.

Nancy Josephson's words are definitely from experience. Duke felt better than before when he was washing his hands in front of the faucet. He could drink a little, but it was definitely not good, and it was a lot easier after spitting it out.

Looking in the mirror, he looked at his dress, which was still clean. He sighed lightly in the palm of his hand. The odor was not too obvious. Duke calmed down the rhythm of breathing and walked out of the bathroom slowly.

"Better?"

Just came out, a handkerchief was handed to him, Duke took it, wiped the corner of his mouth, "Thank you, much better."

"The party is almost over." Naomi Watts took the handkerchief back and threw it into the trash can on the side. "Fox's people are basically gone, you should go back early."

Knowing that his physical condition was not very good, Duke shook his head to wake himself up a bit, and then said, "Nami, say hello to Nancy for me."

After he finished speaking, he did not go back to the banquet hall, but walked along the side corridor towards the outside of the hotel. He had just exited the bright glass door, and before he reached the parking lot, he heard the sound of high-heeled shoes landing from behind. .

"Duke, Duke..."

Turning his head and looking at Naomi Watts who was chasing after him, Duke asked suspiciously, "What happened?"

"You're drinking too much..." She chased after Duke a few steps, "I'll take you back."

The current state is really not suitable for driving, and Duke did not refuse. He simply followed Naomi Watts to her red Ford and sat in the co-pilot.

When the car pulled out of the parking lot, he lowered the window glass and said to the side, "Santa Monica, marina area."

The red Ford sped west along the freeway, and Duke was stupefied by the wine and the evening wind.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt a little dry mouth and forced his eyes open, only to find that the car was parked under an apartment building, which didn't seem to be Santa Monica.

"Are you awake?" Naomi Watts's crisp voice sounded next to her, her blue-green eyes twinkling with water, "I didn't know where you lived, so I brought you to West Hollywood. "

"Is there water in the car?" Duke asked, pinching his forehead.

"No..." Naomi Watts looked sideways at Duke and pointed to the apartment building next to her, "Come and have a cup of coffee at my place?"

Naomi Watts looked at Duke, Duke looked at her, and the air seemed to smell of sparks, the most primitive desire, the most primitive attraction between men and women.