Me and My Agent

Chapter 91 Me and My Agent (Alliance Leader +4)

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Martin, led by a waiter, found Thomas's private room, pulled out a chair, and sat down. Seeing the lavish spread on the table, he smiled sheepishly, "You're too kind. We're just discussing some business, and you're treating me to such a feast."

Thomas held the fork with his left hand and gripped the knife tightly with his right, wanting to stab a hundred holes in the handsome face of that bastard across from him, to see if the brains inside reeked of stench.

Martin wiped his hands, tied his napkin, and picked up his knife and fork: "Thank you for dinner. Let's eat and talk."

Thomas stared intently at Martin, his knife and fork landing on the steak as he cut with all his might: "You'd better be telling the truth."

He has lost love and can only make up for it with his career.

Martin had done his homework with Louise: "Warner Bros. is remaking 'House of Wax,' Fox is confirmed to be involved, the project has been greenlit, and several companies, including Pacific Pictures, are involved in the project. Warner Bros. subsidiary Silver Pictures will be the producer, with Joe Silver and Susan Levine as producers."

Thomas has some knowledge of key figures in the industry: "Joe Silver is the founder of Silver Pictures. In recent years, his health has been poor, and he rarely participates directly in the production. The real person in charge of the production should be Vice President Susan Levine."

Martin had seen Susan Levine's photo that afternoon. She looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place her. He was sure he had seen her in the entertainment news in his past life: "I want to know about Susan Levine's personality and preferences, which male roles she has personally cast in the past, and what they have in common."

Thomas stopped cutting his steak with rage; the bastard across from him had stolen his lines.

This is something the agent should have reminded the actor about.

Martin took a bite of the cake, found it too sweet, and reminded her, "I don't like sweets, so please don't order it next time. I appreciate you treating me, but please consider my taste when ordering; I like meat."

Thomas cut the steak with force again, and the tray creaked under the weight.

He felt as if countless wheels were rolling on his face, but he couldn't cry out. He mumbled, "I've got it."

Martin was very satisfied and continued the previous topic: "The director Warner Bros. has finalized is Jaume Collet-Serra, a Spaniard who has never directed a formal film before. I need to know more about him."

Thomas automatically memorized it.

Martin added, "The casting director for the project hasn't been decided yet. Once he is, I want to know his name as soon as possible, as well as the acting styles he admires, and the people and things he dislikes."

Thomas decided to overlook the incident of the other person stealing his lines and said, "The decision on the male lead rests with the producer. There are many factors that influence the producer's choice, the most typical being the recommendations of collaborators. Louise Mayer has already put you ahead of the curve."

Martin said, "The casting director can choose to say good things or bad things, and a single bad comment can affect the producer's opinion."

Thomas agreed: "He can't make decisions, but he can make things worse."

Martin picked up a plate of roast meat and, before starting to eat, said, "The film crew will be officially formed after Christmas, so you'd better hurry up."

"Don't worry, these are my strengths." Thomas shared Martin's interests in this regard.

Martin raised his glass and clinked it with Thomas's: "Talking about work with me so late and then treating me to dinner, I admire your professionalism."

He subtly flattered Thomas, saying, "Thomas, it's my luck to have a professional agent like you."

Thomas's blocked blood vessels finally cleared up a bit, and he downed the drink in his glass in one gulp: "This is such a good opportunity, we must seize it."

He said fiercely, "Martin, if anything happens to you, I'll take you to a huge party for middle-aged and older women in our circle, and you'll know what terror is."

While eating, Martin discussed with Thomas that Louise brought a 60-70% chance, and they should try to fill it to 100%.

After finishing his meal, Thomas called the waiter over to pay the bill.

Martin quickly pulled out his credit card: "I made you work overtime, so I can't let you treat me again. I'll pay."

Thomas felt inexplicably relaxed and didn't persist.

After leaving the restaurant, Martin drove back to Sherman Oaks, intending to stay at a villa and spend time with the beautiful, wealthy woman.

Life is fucking wonderful.

Thomas started the car, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and drove towards the company's location, deciding to work overtime to collect information.

That evening, while Martin was instructing Louise on how to taste the Italian cannon, Thomas drank a large cup of bitter coffee at the office to stay awake.

Early in the morning, feeling refreshed and relaxed, Louise personally cooked breakfast for Martin.

In William Morris’s office lobby, Thomas, exhausted from working late into the night, lay sprawled in a swivel chair, his back aching, his legs cramping.

Life is fucking messed up.

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Burbank, Silver Film Company.

Vice President Susan Levine arrived at the office on time to begin her workday.

She is only 30 years old, but has served as a co-producer and producer in several film crews.

The assistant knocked and entered, saying, "Ms. Mel has arrived at the front desk."

Susan got up and went to the reception room: "Please come in quickly."

She had to handle all the relationships and interests involved in the anthology film project.

In the reception room, two women of similar age met.

Susan was slightly surprised: "Louise, the winds of the North African desert didn't dry your skin at all; in fact, you look better than before. How did you do that?"

Louise wouldn't tell her, "It's a secret." She got to the point: "I came to see you today mainly to discuss the new project."

Susan said, "Didn't you reach an agreement with Warner Bros. regarding the investment?"

Louise adjusted her black-rimmed glasses: "I came for the male lead."

"I can't guarantee I'll give it to you." At their level, Susan wouldn't make empty promises: "Not to mention small investors, there are nine production companies qualified to be co-producers on the set, and four of them recommended the male lead. And that doesn't even include the Hilton family's eldest daughter."

Louise had just watched the videotape with Martin: "She recommended a male actor too?"

Susan cautioned, "She brought her own investment to the project; the actual investment was higher than your Pacific Pictures."

Louise nodded: "I won't make things difficult for you. A fair chance to compete."

As the actual person in charge of the project, Susan couldn't possibly ruin the film completely, saying, "I can guarantee that."

Louise prepared to leave: "You're busy, I won't bother you any longer. Let's go out for drinks tonight."

"I'm busy these few days, let's talk after Christmas." Susan couldn't help but ask, "I'm curious, who is it that makes you make the trip in person?"

She asked meaningfully, "Is it that special?"

Louise laughed: "It's very special, you wouldn't understand."

After going downstairs and getting into the Bentley, Louise said to her driver and assistant, Nikki, "To the Bartenders' Association."

Master bartender Louise has just created a brand new cocktail and is determined to further her fame through the Bartenders Association.

On the way, Louise contacted the editor-in-chief of Esquire magazine again, preparing to be featured in the magazine once more.

Like artists, bartenders need to spend money to promote themselves.

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Atlanta, home of the beasts.

Before it was time for work, Ivan carried a pile of mail into the lobby. As he passed the bar, he took out one of the packages and tossed it to Bruce: "Bruce, it's a package from Los Angeles."

Bruce caught it, pulled out a dagger, and began to dismantle it: "Finally here!"

Upon opening the package, I found a pile of beautifully printed posters, all highlighting a particular spot.

There's also an autographed photo.

Scarlett Janssen's profile picture shows her stunning figure and curvaceous body.

Bruce picked it up, looked around, and seeing that no one was paying attention, kissed the photo repeatedly.

The passionate kisses all landed on one spot.

In the Polaroid photo, the colors in a certain area gradually faded.

Bruce, having had his fill, took out his phone and dialed Martin's number: "I received the goods, I'm very satisfied, our debt is now settled."

"Old Brooks, slow down," Martin said deliberately from the other side. "Be careful of lead poisoning, or you won't be able to leave through the back door."

Bruce put the photo away: "The shit you spew out is always hot and smelly."

Martin responded, "You've smelled it?"

After a few habitual exchanges, Bruce hung up the phone, but then his cell phone rang again.

He glanced at the caller ID and answered, "Did you need something?"

"I'm outside the club where you work. Let's go out and talk."

"Wait five minutes." Bruce finished packing his things, came out of the club, saw Lynch's private car, went over and got into the passenger seat: "Lynch, what do you want? Trying to pick a fight with the British?"

Lynch from the DEA glanced at his old buddy and said, "I've received intelligence that those black guys in South City we took down last time have connections with Mexico. They suffered heavy losses and don't dare retaliate against the DEA, but sooner or later they'll find you."

Bruce said coldly, "I'll twist their heads off and shove them up their asses."

Lin Qi retorted, "No matter how skilled you are, how many can one person handle?"

Bruce asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"If we join the DEA, they won't dare to act recklessly in the US," Lynch suggested.

Bruce nodded: "I want to work in an office."

Lynch told him something completely different: "If you're an informant for the DEA, the DEA will protect your safety."

Bruce immediately rejected the idea: "I'd rather face their guns."

"I knew it would turn out like this." Lynch said without any surprise, "The DEA can't protect you. You can't defend against attacks every moment. I suggest you leave Atlanta for the time being and go somewhere their influence can't reach."

Bruce was thinking it over carefully. He had been in the military and knew how powerless an individual was when faced with multiple guns.

Lin Qi advised, "Leave them before they arrive. There's no need to fight to the death with those scoundrels."

"Thanks." Bruce got out of the car and said as he closed the door, "I'll remember this favor."

Lin Qi waved his hand, waited for the passenger door to close, then started the car and drove away.

Bruce entered the club with his hands in his pockets.

The torn-off wrapper was still on the bar counter.

Bruce glanced at the Los Angeles address above and made a point of writing it down.

Only dog ​​poop and dog poop can last forever.

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