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Only certain sets with extremely high confidentiality requirements would have access control and people deliberately chased away. Otherwise, with Henry's actor ID registered with the Screen Actors Guild, he could go anywhere without any hindrance.

The two even observed a few filming scenes and received completely different treatments.

For example, Henry was almost dragged away to do odd jobs, and Barbara's beauty made her the target of the other actresses on the crew, who thought she was a harem who had slept with the director and was coming to replace someone else.

Anyway, before things got out of hand, the two of them slipped away in advance.

There is no situation where actors are temporarily forced to play guest roles. After all, the Actors Guild is watching, and no producer dares to ignore the rights of contracted actors, even if it is just a guest role.

However, Barbara's appearance and image attracted the favor of many agents and scouts.

The girl who said she wanted to pursue a career in Hollywood was just accepting these people's business cards. She wasn't very active, and it seemed like she was putting her studies first again.

Unfortunately, Barbara, who had been on the offensive, did not succeed. Henry always found a variety of excuses to say goodbye every night.

On the first day, the cat at home had not been fed.

The next day, the cat had a bone stuck in its teeth, so I went back to check it out.

On the third day, the cat had eaten too much the day before. I hadn't prepared much food in advance, so I had to go back and keep an eye on it to prevent it from getting angry and causing chaos in the house.

On the fourth day, the cat was injured, so I had to go back early to take care of it. Henry certainly wouldn't say that he kicked Katie because she was angry the day before. After all, after a kick, she'd behaved. Loving parenting is bullshit; a combination of kindness and authority is the way to go.

Because of this, Barbara almost regarded the tabby cat Katie as her love rival.

On the fifth day, the last day of the university winter break, Barbara had to catch a flight back to Georgia, so she didn't arrange a tour of Los Angeles, nor did she meet Henry.

The two had said goodbye the day before and agreed to meet again during the next holiday. After all, the two places were quite far apart, one on the east coast and the other on the west coast.

But of course it was arranged that we wouldn't meet in advance.

As planned, Nick Fury caused a fight near the Tinker's black clinic in South Los Angeles.

The dispute wasn't big enough to attract police attention, nor was it small enough for the participants to simply go home and lick their wounds. Of course, no one was killed, and no innocent people were affected.

For black and Hispanic street gangs, it's easy to pull off such a riot with a little help. It's become a daily occurrence for both sides, so no one suspects someone is behind this commotion.

Those who were not injured were not mentioned. Those who were injured could go home and apply medicine. Otherwise, they could just clean the wound and apply some saliva to it and it would heal.

If someone is seriously injured, their companions usually just dump them in the hospital emergency room. Although they may survive, they usually spend some time in jail.

There's no way the police would let such a felony go unnoticed. Even if the doctor couldn't tell if the patient was a wanted criminal, they would know the cause of the wound. Gunshot wounds must be reported; it's standard procedure, no question about it.

If a seriously injured person has a good friend around, they might be able to take him to a veterinarian or find some medical personnel with first aid skills to help him privately. This way, they can avoid notifying the police and the person doesn't have to go to jail.

Since the Tinker's Clinic opened, the options for seriously injured people have become much simpler. They can simply be taken to this filthy, unsanitary place.

It only costs a small fee. Although the treatment process may not be humane, it is common to use baseball bats for anesthesia, or to have several people hold down the hands and feet, and to perform surgery without anesthesia, but at least people can survive.

So today, the tinker's black clinic is seeing a surge of business again. And whether it's from black gangs or Hispanic, or in fact, Mexican gangs, there are seriously injured people coming to seek medical treatment.

Everyone tacitly agreed not to cause trouble here. It's not that the tinker's black clinic is a neutral zone where no one is allowed to cause trouble.

But if you get hurt while causing trouble at the repairman's place, you will have to pay extra for medical treatment! Regardless of whether you are the victim or the perpetrator.

If you don’t give me money, I will call the police and arrest you!

Repairmen don't need to report to the police that they're using the doctor for free and not paying for their treatment. They'll be there anyway, and no one's bottom is clean. Once they're arrested and taken to the police station, they'll be found covered in shit. How long they'll be in jail depends on their luck.

Of course, they had to get rid of the person as far away as possible to avoid implicating themselves. Even if the captured criminal gave up the tinker, the police would often play dumb. On the other hand, they had tried several times but couldn't catch the tinker, so they simply saved themselves the trouble.

So, the two enemies who had just shot each other didn't pull out their guns in front of the iron door of the "Fixman". Instead, they pretended not to know each other, opened the iron door, and pressed the call bell on the empty refrigerator.

The tinker opened the door and stuck his head out. The scarred man glanced at everyone and said, "Those who are about to die come in first. The others wait."

Now that he had seen the target person, Nick Fury, who was hiding in the dark, immediately used his mobile phone to contact Barbara Morse, a trainee agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Barbara also emerged from her hiding place near Henry's apartment. She immediately spotted old Gary sitting outside the apartment, basking in the morning sun. She waved and said, "Good morning, Gary."

"Ah, isn't this Bobby? Good morning. Aren't you going back to college today? Aren't you going to the airport to catch your flight?"

"Henry, please show me around Los Angeles these past few days. I wanted to give him a thank-you gift, and I just prepared it last night. Is he here?"

Old Gary didn't know about the tinker's affairs; he only saw him leave. So he said, "He just left. It doesn't look like he'll be back anytime soon. Why don't you give me the things and I'll give them to him later?"

The gift was packed in a small pink paper bag, which didn't look like a gift for an ordinary friend at all.

Old Gary raised his eyebrows, made a lewd expression, and said, "Well, this guide I introduced to you is pretty good, isn't he? If you like him, then be proactive. He's a great guy and a very reliable boyfriend."

Chapter 261 Banquet Invitation

When Henry received the cute pink paper bag from old Gary, he thought that the female agent had left him some 'special' souvenir for spies.

But when he took out the cute tabby cat stuffed doll from the bag, Henry was stunned and asked, "Is this Katie's doll?"

"Bobby is very thoughtful, isn't he?" Old Gary said. But he didn't dare tell her about how he and Barbara opened Henry's door today and were frightened by the real Katie.

Henry's X-ray eyes didn't find any bugs or anything like that in the doll, and he was wondering if he had wronged Barbara Morse.

Maybe she was just an ordinary, beautiful college girl who wanted to find a boyfriend. However, this thought only flashed through Henry's mind and he didn't take it seriously.

One of the main reasons Henry didn't pursue a career in Hollywood was because he'd heard a well-known agent describe him. He had an ordinary appearance, and without polished acting, his skills wouldn't be distinctive. So, he'd been offered an acting class, but it was incredibly expensive...

It felt like that guy just wanted to make some money from the training class referral fee and didn't want to bother with me at all.

Since he didn't have the stunning good looks of Leonardo DiCaprio to start with, and it would take him ten or twenty years to get acclaim for his acting, Henry wasn't interested in taking this long path of supporting roles.

Don't say you don't need good looks to be an action star. It's true that action stars don't need to have stunning looks, but they should at least have a certain distinctive look that makes people remember them.

But Henry's characteristic is his 'ordinariness', the kind that even plastic surgery can't save. Perhaps disfigurement has a chance...

Judging your attractiveness based on the eyes and standards of an industry agent who has seen countless people, if a woman falls in love with you at first sight, that person must be blind.

So Barbara's attitude is just that she's kind and friendly to everyone?

Well, there are still good people like this.

Don't overthink the world, as if good people are extinct. Even if they are rare, there's always a chance you'll encounter one.

Beggars begging on the street may not give money to every passerby, but they will always meet a few kind-hearted people throughout the day. They may give a few cents or even a few yuan.

Henry held the doll in his hand, his expression hard to describe. Old Gary assisted him and said, "This is a gift Bobby picked out for you to thank you for showing her around Los Angeles these past few days."

"Although it's a bit strange to give a man a stuffed doll, it's very much what a girl would do. She told me that she'll come to see you next holiday."

Putting the doll back into the paper bag, Henry smiled and said, "In that case, the next time we meet will probably be in half a year. Maybe she'll find her Mr. Right this semester."

"So, let's wait until we actually meet in person before discussing this matter. But if she contacts you, please thank her on my behalf."

"Okay." Old Gary said with a disappointed look on his face.

Henry couldn't help but smile at this expression, which was so obvious that it seemed like he was deliberately putting it on for others to see. He asked, "Gary, how come I didn't know you were so keen on finding girlfriends for people? Well, your ex-wife's relatives shouldn't be considered your relatives.

"But do you think Bobby will lack suitors given her conditions? I'm still unemployed. I'm even thinking about going back to Alaska to catch king crabs this year. Otherwise, you won't be able to pay your rent."

Old Gary said, "I don't see you looking worried. And at your age, shouldn't you be getting some girlfriends and living like a young person?"

"You're so bored that you even got a tabby cat." ――" The charming landlord deliberately made double quotation marks. "――I'm afraid you'll tell me one day you got a Bichon Frise. I won't allow it this time."

Henry laughed and said, "Now we have all the cats and dogs. There will be a world war going on in the house every day."

"Right. You feel pretty bad too. Besides, isn't it nice to have a girl who can take care of you? There's no reason why you don't have to experience the life I was tortured to death by my ex-wife." Old Gary said with disgust.

Henry said awkwardly, "This is what you really think, old man."

Old Gary made an exaggerated expression as if he realized he had let the cat out of the bag. It looked so artificial and deliberate that it made people want to beat him up.

Before Henry could decide whether to throw a punch, a conspicuous silver-gray Rolls-Royce pulled up on the road outside the apartment building. A rather burly white man with brown hair and brown eyes, dressed in a black suit, stepped out of the car.

"Is that Mr. Henry Brown?" asked the big man.

Henry and Old Gary looked at each other and neither recognized the stranger. Judging from his various behavioral characteristics, he did not seem to be from the public sector.

So Henry said with reservation, "Maybe I am. Who are you?"

"Hello, Mr. Brown. I'm Happy Hogan. I'm bringing you an invitation to tonight's banquet on behalf of Ms. Katharine Hepburn. You'd be invited to attend," the big man said, pulling out an envelope from his bosom and handing it forward with one hand.

Well, two familiar names again. Katharine Hepburn, needless to say. But Happy Hogan, wasn't he Tony Stark's future driver and bodyguard?

Is he helping Catherine now? Or is that young master actually behind this?

Henry opened the invitation letter and found the format and content very familiar. He also thought that the time was about the same.

When I was Audrey Hepburn's assistant, I received invitations to these kinds of banquets almost every day during Oscar season. So I've become very familiar with these invitations.

Invitations were invitations, but for Audrey Hepburn, who had faded from the film industry, she would only attend invitations from a few people. She would politely decline the rest.

So today's event is also about campaigning for the Oscars? But what does that have to do with me? I'm not even qualified to vote in the Academy.

However, the signature of the inviter is indeed Ms. Katherine Hepburn's handwriting and name. I can't refuse to give this old lady face.

Putting away the invitation, Henry said, "I understand. Please tell Ms. Hepburn that I will be there on time."

This is not a very formal banquet, so there is no need to write a reply letter, just give the instructions verbally.

"Okay, then I'll leave first." After getting the reply, Happy Hogan drove away in the silver-gray Rolls-Royce.

Only then did Old Gary say, "Was that Katharine Hepburn's driver?"

Henry said, "It's probably someone else's. They're just helping deliver the invitations. That lady isn't wealthy enough to have a driver drive around in a Rolls-Royce, and she wouldn't use one herself."

"Why don't you hurry up and get ready! We're going to the banquet tonight."

Seeing Old Gary's anxious look, Henry said disdainfully, "This is just an ordinary party, not a red carpet walk. There's no point in me dressing up."

Chapter 262: Banquet of Old Men and Ladies

Was Katharine Hepburn fond of social events?

No, this woman was quite private in her youth and had no interest in boring and superficial social occasions. She rarely appeared in public and did not even go to ordinary restaurants.

But this woman is no recluse; she relishes her fame and has become less protective of her private life as she ages.

Let's talk about the 92 year when Henry worked as an assistant to another Hepburn, traveling around the world. This Hepburn also starred in a TV movie, The Man Upstairs.

This TV movie earned Katharine Hepburn a nomination for Best Actress in a Miniseries or Television Movie at the 50th Golden Globe Awards. The story tells the story of an elderly woman and a fugitive who develop a love affair that is much older than her age.

It can be said that even in her old age, this old lady who was once rumored to be a lesbian still has a heart that enjoys the feeling of being in love.

However, older filmmakers like them, whose commercial value is not as high as that of younger filmmakers, are still sought after by Hollywood during this period of time. After all, they hold the votes of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences and determine the direction of the Oscars.

Therefore, during this awards season, there are often banquets for these veteran filmmakers. Most of the young men and women who attend are Hollywood people who have released works in the previous year and hope to win Oscars.

It was this kind of party that Henry was invited to, and it was held in a villa in Los Angeles. Although it was not as luxurious as a Beverly Hills mansion, it had a swimming pool and courtyard, and was designed by a famous designer, so it was a pretty good place.

When Henry arrived, there were already quite a few cars parked nearby. Unlike the glamorous Hollywood he imagined, where parties would often feature rows of luxury cars worth a house, the vehicles here were much more modest.

Despite this, Henry's old Cadillac was still quite eye-catching among the cars here. However, based on the principle that as long as he was not embarrassed, others would be embarrassed, Henry drove into the parking lot of this villa area.

As soon as the car parked, a receptionist approached. Although this was a semi-public banquet, and those without invitations were welcome, not everyone could enter. At least one had to be a Hollywood insider.

If paparazzi or crazed fans were allowed in and something happened, the banquet company would be on the hook. Even if they didn't need actual compensation, the damage to their reputation would make it hard for them to do business in the future.

This is why Catherine invited Henry and gave him an invitation letter. He is not a Hollywood veteran, nor a well-known popular actor, so it is easy to be blocked out.

However, the invitation was quite obvious, so there was no need to give it to the other party for confirmation. The receptionist put on a welcoming expression and said politely, "Welcome, sir. The party has just begun. You can enjoy the food in the hall."

"Thank you." Tipping isn't necessary in this kind of situation. After all, banquet hosts interact frequently with guests. If every gesture required a tip, even cash-strapped celebrities would go bankrupt. How could Hollywood survive?

Tipping is only necessary for some extra services. People like Henry who parked their own car should just follow the instructions and enter the banquet venue.

As expected, the attendees of this banquet were mainly old men and women, with the occasional young men and women easily becoming the focus of attention.

When Henry, an ordinary person with an unrecognizable face, entered the field, not only the old people were asking, but the young people were also wondering who this opponent was?

"Henry, here." Eighty-seven-year-old Grandma Catherine called out with full energy.

Because it was mainly for the elderly, the attire and atmosphere were rather subdued. Everyone was clearly doing their own thing, without any loud music or revealing girls.

Katharine Hepburn wore a dark blue casual dress with a stand-up collar and white dots, paired with a red vest. She was more concerned with staying warm in the California winter than looking good. Her hair was a naturally uneven gray-white color, not intentionally dyed.

Henry wore his one hundred and one navy blue Armani suit and a twill tie, looking similar to the other elderly people present, and not like those actors who were preparing to win awards.

An old gentleman with equally white hair nearby asked, "Catherine, who is this young man?"

"Oh, Anthony, are you jealous? You are just playing the role of my lover in the movie. This kid is a young man of my nephew's generation, and I brought him here to see the world." Catherine took Henry's hand and talked to the old man.

Henry was the first to extend his hand and introduce himself: "Henry Brown, a nobody. Sir."

"Anthony Quinn. Nice to meet you, young man. Anyone who can stand next to Catherine can't be an unknown person." The old man politely returned the handshake.

"Hey, Catherine, I think I've seen your little nephew?" An old lady walked over.

Katharine Hepburn gave a quizzical smile and said, "Oh, Betty, that's such an old-fashioned way of picking up girls."