King of Hollywood

"I said Levitt, can you hurry up, we will be late if we delay." Haggis Painter, who was sitting in the passenger cab, looked at the scenery moving back on both sides of the street and said a little depressed. .

"Relax, Haggis, we'll be there soon, I promise." The assistant driving the car said carelessly.

"You've said this seven hundred times, but we haven't even seen anyone yet." Pyent said angrily, and then he turned his head and looked at his assistant suspiciously: "Shouldn't you Are you lost?"

"How is it possible? I've looked at the map here countless times before departure!" Levitt Duval suddenly raised his voice, as if very dissatisfied, but his eyes couldn't conceal his guilty conscience.

"Then trouble you to find the location quickly, thank you!" Pyente didn't bother to expose him, just sighed while clutching his forehead.

At this moment, Duval suddenly shouted: "Look, Haggis, they are there, and the crew is there!"

Looking in the direction he pointed, there was a shooting RV parked outside a music equipment store. Several people who looked like crew members were wandering around the door of the store. In the circle, many of them were carrying cameras, so they could be identified as entertainment reporters at a glance.

"Just park here, let's walk over." Pyent hurriedly asked his assistant to park the car on the side of the road, packed up and got ready, and then the two got out of the car and walked over to the music equipment store.

"I'm finally going to meet that amazing director," Duval suddenly became a little excited as he got closer to the destination, "To be honest, Haggis, I still can't believe that there is such a thing in the world. Freaky guy, I've been an entertainment reporter for a few years and I've never seen anyone like Adrian Cowell, Venice, Berlin, and now Oscars, God, how did he do it?"

"Shut up your chatter, Levitt. If you continue like this, you will be the host of the interview later." Pyent said without looking back.

"Are you serious, Haggis?!" Levitt was overjoyed, but immediately raised his hand when he saw the other party's unfriendly expression, "Okay, I'm joking."

The two soon came to the door of the music equipment store, and a staff member of Pyentella showed his press card: "Hello, I am Haggis Pyent, a reporter from the Washington Post. I and Mr Adrian has an appointment."

The other party looked at his ID and nodded: "Okay, please wait a moment, Mr. Pinter."

The clerk entered the equipment store, and came out a few minutes later: "Come in, Mr. Painter, Mr. Director is shooting in the basement, you can just go down."

Painter thanked him, took his assistant into the equipment store, walked around the counter and quickly found the entrance to the basement. When they walked down the steps, the scene inside left them stunned. Right in the middle of the set, Bruce Willis and Ving Rhames sat in chairs with their hands tied behind their backs and red gags in their mouths.

"Damn it, this is really the weirdest movie I've ever made! I actually agreed to it." When the staff untied Remus' mouth ball and untied it, the big black man said depressingly.

"Wow, wow, regret it now? What are you going to do with the camera later?" Willis, who was also let go, said teasingly, with a hey smile on his face.

"Just gloat to your heart's content, Bruce, sooner or later you will too." Remus glared at him bitterly.

"Wen, your threat is really weak, think of something better." Willis smiled and took the paper towel handed over by the assistant to wipe off the saliva from wearing a mouth ball, and couldn't help complaining after following him Get up: "Damn, how many shots like this are there, Ed?"

"Huh, you can't stand it now?" Remus took the opportunity to retort.

"Okay, gentlemen, stop arguing about this, take a rest, so that we can finish this shot as soon as possible." A young man in a long-sleeved T-shirt came over and said soothingly with a smile.

"Okay, Ed, that's what you said." Willis said hastily, and Remus also nodded. It seemed that the two big men were a little resistant to the shots just now.

"Okay, then let's rest for a while." The young man laughed loudly.

"What were you doing just now?" Duval, who had a panoramic view of all this, was stunned for a while and couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Aren't you afraid that Willis' neck will be twisted by him in the next second? "

Painter couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Okay, Levitt, this is not the filming location of "Die Hard!"

He said and pulled his assistant to signal him to follow.

"Hello, Adrian laughs. I'm Haggis Painter. Nice to meet you." Walking quickly to the young man, Painter stretched out his hand.

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Haggis, call me Adrian." The young man smiled and shook hands with him.

Painter was about to say something, but Duval next to Adrian strode up to Willis next to Adrian, and grabbed the opponent's hand with some excitement: "Hello, Bruce, do you remember me, I am Leavitt Duvall! We met at the Holiday Inn and I would have liked your autograph, but you're busy—maybe today?"

"Well... thank you, Levitt, nice to meet you." Willis, who was dizzy by his words, took a long time to recover, "I think... I can meet your request .”

"Wow, thank you so much! I really enjoyed your performance in "Die Hard", especially when you stood in front of the man and looked at him, 'No one can talk to me like that, you Paying the price'! Wow, that's pretty cool!" Duvall sputters, mimicking the motion and tone of the movie as he delivers the line.

"That's a line from "The Good and the Bad," Willis murmured, rolling his eyes.

"what?"

"No, nothing, I mean, thank you for your support."

"Enough, Villette, don't forget what you promised me back then?!" Seeing that Duval wanted to continue talking, Pyent cried out with a headache.

"Um... well, sorry." Duval finally remembered what he did, but even so, before leaving, he repeatedly told Willis to sign for him after the interview.

"Sorry, Adrian." After coming up from the basement, Pyent apologized for his assistant first.

"It's okay, it's normal. Anyone who sees an actor they like can't help but come forward to say hello." Adrian smiled understandingly.

"Hey, did you hear that, Haggis, Adrian didn't care." Duval couldn't help but whistled.

"Okay, shut up, Villette, if you do this again, I'll let you go out." Pyent glared at him, and then looked at Adrian after he became more disciplined: "Can we start our interview? Adrian?"

"Of course, please come here."

The three of them came to the corner of the equipment store and settled down.

"Now everyone knows that you only started to get in touch with movies in May 1990. What made you accurately grasp the rhythm of movies."

(Discussed with my friends in the afternoon, it seems that realistic novels are not very popular, and readers prefer innocent sex, hehe, I can only shrug my shoulders. Also, do women push too much?)