hollywood draw

Will Smith was obviously very happy and might have tried something to cheer up.

"Hey, bro, come on, don't sit there, the damn work is over, come and have a party together!"

"No, those things are not suitable for me, go play, I'm used to sitting here and watching." Wayne ignored his invitation, and even the two girls he brought did not meet his aesthetic taste.

He didn't understand why these Africans were pursuing perverted big buttocks. This was the case with these two black girls, who were so wide that they couldn't accept it, but had a flat nose and thick lips on their faces.

"Okay, just be happy." Will Smith sat opposite him with two girls in his arms, drinking wine, and his upper body trembled to the music. "I came here to thank you. You gave me the first male lead, and I am an African male lead. I am also a entertainment industry. I understand what this means?

Thank you! Director Greenberg! If there is another chance, I hope to work with you. Although you are quite boring, you are a good person.”

Wayne raised the bottle and touched him, took a big sip. "Will, these are all based on your own efforts. You are very talented in performance. I believe you will achieve greater achievements than singing!"

"Is that true? Unfortunately, there are too few roles suitable for 'us'."

That's right, Hollywood is the only one in their group, with even fewer main characters. It can be said that the inclination is very intense. Don't think that a group of black buddies are very united, but everyone knows what kind of birds are like. It's only a little better when Black Lives Matter appears.

But some people are different. There will be some people who God prefers in each group. Now it is Denzel Washington, but he is following the acting route and has become a representative of black movie stars step by step.

After Denzel Washington, Will Smith is the most successful African-American community.

Will Smith is the kind of African-American who is absolutely brain-ridden, and is also very smart. There are many reasons for his success, including the factors of being black and white, but the biggest reason is his audience favor, his audience favor that can transcend races.

As a few superstars who could only fight single-handed box office from the 1990s to the 21st century, he was called Shi Huang among later movie fans.

"Will, the social environment is constantly changing. Someone always needs to become a Hollywood superstar. Maybe you will be the next Hollywood superstar."

Will Smith heard his words and shook his head and walked into the dance floor with two black girls in his arms. He used these words as a joke. Perhaps, this director had drunk too much at the beginning of the party?

"Ha, now the Hollywood era superstars are going to go to a carnival, superstars always need exciting life! Just stay in the corner and think, workaholic."

Seeing him as he had been on the same air, and he was teasing himself with the rhythm of rap, he walked into the dance floor to revel in a moment. This moment made Wayne feel that they were living a life of Hollywood now, and he was just a bystander.

"You seem to be optimistic about my fellow countryman." Harry Berry stared at Will Smith until the other party disappeared into the crowd. "Is there anything special about him? Could it be that Hollywood superstars must have a gambler?"

"No, Harry. I'm also very optimistic about you. You will become the Oscar winner in the future!" Affected by the noisy surroundings, Wayne began to act seriously. "What the great Greenberg said will definitely come true, and his eyes see through the future!"

But the more serious he is, the more he gives people a very funny and unrealistic feeling.

Harry Berry rolled his eyes at him without any hesitation, picked up the beer and gulped it for half a bottle. She was too lazy to pay attention to this charlatan now. Hearing his serious and sarcastic words, it would be better to focus on alcohol.

"Hey, you're not going to find your blonde stunner?"

Wayne followed her bottle and saw that Naomi Watts was not far away and was dancing with Nina with the bottle. The two women followed the crazy music, releasing their youthful vitality.

"She and I are just good friends." Staring at Naomi's sexy figure under her short skirt, Wayne's tone was plain, but his eyes never left those long legs for a moment.

This was the second time Harry Berry rolled his eyes in a short period of time. She couldn't help but couldn't figure out what kind of personality this man had.

He is usually serious like an old man, but when he talks lies with his eyes open, even if no one believes it, he will never feel a little embarrassed. He is definitely a Hollywood-level thick-skinned person.

"It's time for us to go, Harry."

Wayne drank all the beer in one sip, pulled Harry Berry away, and walked towards the bar door amid the crazy music.

"Sergey, have you drunk?"

Just as the two of them walked out of the studio, Sergei also squeezed out. He hadn't seen him just now, and Wayne thought he was going to have a party.

"No, I just ate something." He shook the car keys in his hand. "Boss, the soldier standing in front of you, a soldier on duty."

"It's a retired American soldier. Let's go to Harry's apartment and help her get her luggage."

This is like a joke. American soldiers do not drink alcohol on their missions? Or Russian-American soldiers do not drink alcohol? They do not smoke leaf cigarettes and are self-disciplined!

The car drove downstairs to the apartment building, and Harry Berry walked back upstairs by himself, and soon dragged a large suitcase and walked down.

"Gentleman, just let the lady carry it into the car by herself?"

Before the boss could do it, Sergei opened the reserve compartment and took the suitcase directly, holding it in one hand and put it inside.

"Click, click!"

"Boss?" Sergey pointed to the reporter who was filming secretly in a famous and honest manner.

"Don't worry about him, let's go back to the manor." He and Harry Berry knew what was going on, and these were planned.

The car was driving smoothly on Hollywood Avenue, and a car was following behind the car. Can you still see the flash in the rearview mirror?

They followed Greenberg Manor, and Sergei waited for them until he took enough materials before starting the car and entering the manor.

Not caring about Sergey's suitcase, Wayne pointed at Hela and introduced to Halli Berry: "This is Hela, the housekeeper of the manor. If you have anything to do here, you can communicate with her."

"Hela, this is Miss Harry Berry, take her to choose a room and she will stay here for a while."

After saying that, he ignored the two of them and walked into the balcony on the third floor. He began to think about post-production issues. He gave himself three days off and would return to work immediately after three days and get the film out as soon as possible.

The time left for Wayne to post-production is quite abundant. As long as you make a finished film before January, you will not delay the planned promotional and promotional plan and will be released with media critics for the preview.

It's not difficult for him to have experienced a post-production of the film and have a lot of experience. The post-production of this film will neither use special effects rendering nor have many useless shots.

Just like in "Happy Day of Death", he did not take many shots, all of which were strictly according to the planned storyboard, and the storyboard draft was compared to the complete pictures in his mind.

"Oh my God, Wayne, your house is so big." Harry Berry walked into the third floor alone, and sighed loudly after finding Wayne on the balcony.

"oh jesus! You can actually see all Hollywood here, it's so beautiful!"

"Yes, it's beautiful. How about it, are you satisfied with the room?"

She obviously changed her clothes, as if she had taken a shower, and could smell a faint fragrance from her.

"Of course, I've never lived in such a mansion." Harry Berry looked out the window for the last time and turned to look at Wayne. "Do you know, it's like a dream. I had such a dream when I was a child, living in such a big house like a princess."

He didn't even tell whether the woman's emotions were true or not, but just looked at her figure from top to bottom. "You will have it, you can buy one by yourself in the future."

"That's probably going to take a long time."

When Harry Berry saw him looking at him, he deliberately straightened his chest. He could have touched the man's taste and knew that he liked this slim figure with a concave and convex shape, especially his long legs.

She understood the aesthetics of this man after a little guess. Look at Naomi Watts, and then look at herself. Almost all of her body is this. This is not a common Western aesthetic, and most men still like that kind of bomb body.

"Do you want to do something?"

Harry Berry took two steps forward, looked up at his face, and gently tiptoed.

Harry Berry didn't lie. She had indeed dreamed of living in a big house like a princess. Just like now, there was a handsome prince in the dream who would lower his head and kiss her gently!

"Well, Harry." Wayne let go of her hand and glanced down with his eyes.

Harry Berry understood what he meant and slowly knelt on the ground.

On the first night of staying at Greenberg Manor, Harry Berry didn't return to the guest room. Her excitement remained completely on the balcony.

When Harry Berry woke up the next morning, she found that Wayne was gone. She picked up her clothes in a daze, walked downstairs in slippers.

"Good morning, Miss Berry!" Hela seemed to always appear at the time he needed.

"Good morning! Where has Wayne been?"

"Mr. Greenberg has returned to the farm, and he said he will come back the day after tomorrow." Hela knew that this woman had something to do with the boss, and there was nothing in the building that could hide from her, but the boss introduced her name yesterday, and she knew that she would not become the hostess here.

"Do you want breakfast?"

Harry Berry touched his stomach and looked at the housekeeper with a smile. "Of course, I think I'm almost hungry, what can I eat?"

"I suggest you try the soup dumplings. This is something McCe learned specifically. The fried dough sticks are also good. Mr. Greenberg likes to eat these in the morning..."

She followed Hela to the restaurant, was obviously stunned when she heard these two things, and asked curiously: "Chinese food?"

"Yes, I'll try it if you do. Mr. Greenberg likes Chinese culture. I specially asked Mike to learn a few Chinese dishes. Mike is the chef here."

Harry Berry sat at the dining table, waiting curiously for the legendary Chinese breakfast.

"Then I'll do it for me a little, I want to try it, thank you!"