"Stealed my character?" Sean looked at the two young men who left for no reason. When did he compete with that guy? If so, he would definitely have an impression of the guy who walked and looked at the sky.

Then, after retracting his gaze, he saw Frederick touching his lips and looking elsewhere.

An enlightenment immediately arose in his heart, and Sean asked, "Maybe you can explain it, Fred."

"...Okay," hesitated, and the agent raised his hands. "Simply put, it is. At the end of last year, the movie version of Spider-Man was casting. He wanted to submit your files and met Sam Remy. He felt good about you. He might have won the protagonist for you, but because it was a little late, the producer finally chose Toby Maguire. Later I thought, if I can't win the male lead, then the supporting actor can also try it, which is Peter Parker's friend Harry Osborne, and Sam Remy also agreed with me and highly recommended it to the producer."

He sighed at this point: "Everything went smoothly, but I just wanted you to meet them, but when I exchanged views with the production company, I didn't see anything there, so I directly rejected you, and then chose James Franko to play this role."

"James Franko?" Sean then turned to the other side. Although he could still see the arrogant figure through the crowd.

"If you could have cooperated at that time, maybe it wouldn't be like this now," Frederick murmured.

"So, you contacted the Spider-Man crew without my knowledge and recommended me to the past without my knowledge?" Sean immediately turned around.

"I just...for you, that would have been a good opportunity," Frederick said in a defensive manner.

Seeing that he looked like this and that things had been half a year, Sean didn't hold on to it, but turned to look at the other side: "Then, you think you will definitely get it even if I went there."

The agent followed his gaze and shrugged: "I don't know, I have no exact news this time."

Although neither of them said it very clearly, they both knew what the other party meant. Thinking about the sentence "If you don't even look at it, just reject it directly", it is probably a trick in it, so it's no wonder that the boy looks so arrogant. However, Frederick said that this time, unlike last time, there is no definite evidence, so it's hard to say what's going on.

However, this can't stop Sean from going to trouble that guy, especially with a good chance in front of him.

After saying hello to Frederick, Sean walked over there. Although the agent opened his mouth, he did not stop anything.

"Narration song in A flat major, Work 47, this is my favorite work. Chopin uses the piano to tell a sad story. A boy and a girl fell in love in the forest. The boy swore to the girl that he would love her forever, but the girl expressed doubts about it, so he turned into a water demon to seduce him. The boy could not withstand the temptation. The banshee got angry and left him. The regretful boy chased him all the way and finally fell into the lake and drowned." James Franco, who was backing the bar, told the story of music to the girl beside him in an emotional tone.

It can be seen that he is a guy who loves to show off, but his self-righteous appearance is very unpleasant. The girl obviously thinks so, but she just doesn't show it.

He was a girl who couldn't tell her age, but she must be in her early 20s and had a big face, but her blonde hair and gray-green eyes added a lot of points to her. With her youthful aura, she looked very sexy at least now.

"So, this story tells us that although we live in this world of bright lights and wine, sometimes it doesn't hurt to be focused at all." Franco continued, his smile was a bit attractive.

"Is that true?" Although the girl was laughing, she still had a confrontation hidden in her eyes.

"Unless the girl showed her identity as a banshee from the beginning, she must be responsible for the boy's death." Sean's voice inserted in without fail, and immediately attracted the bored girl's attention.

"All the conflicts come from concealment and poor communication," Sean sat down on the other side of the girl, looking at her with a smile. "If both parties have concealed something, maybe there is no problem in their own opinion, but for us bystanders, both parties are responsible. What do you think, Miss Kirsten Dunst?"

"Do you know me?" The young girl raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Of course, "Night Visit to the Vampire" became my favorite vampire movie at one time, and Claudia, who is petite, beautiful, willful but can do anything, was once my favorite." Although Sean spoke very smoothly, his tone contained a convincing power, and his gray-green eyes suddenly lit up a lot.

"That boy fell into the water after he fell into the water, and it has nothing to do with the banshee." James Franko, whose face became very ugly, immediately spoke out.

"I think you should know that Teddy, in many European fairy tales, those banshees, witches and women who know magic are all small-minded." Sean kept smiling and greeted him, and there was no sign of any conflict before.

Then he looked at Kirsten again: "How can such a woman be compared with the current independent women? My boyfriend, who had previously vowed not to betray him, turned around and hooked up with other women. He punched him a few times, and then cried a few times with a few besties, then went shopping, shopping, looking for a better man, and let himself live better than that unfaithful man. This is what modern women should do."

Suddenly, Franco's face became even more ugly. He originally wanted to use the classical elegance represented by the banshee to describe Kirsten and please her. Unexpectedly, Shaun used the image of a modern woman to separate Kirsten and devalue her in a few words.

"Interesting statement, although I don't agree with it," Kirsten became even more curious about Sean, "By the way, are you?"

"Shaun, Sean? Don." Sean owed slightly.

"Ha, you're that lucky boy?" Kirsten opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Lucky boy?" Sean was puzzled.

"Yes, I was lucky to get the role of "Genius Ripley", lucky to get the Oscar nomination, lucky to invest in "My Grand Greek Wedding", etc.," Kirsten said with a smile, his eyes becoming more and more curious.

"Yes, I'm very lucky." Franco laughed beside him, and the mockery became very obvious.

Sean ignored him and shrugged indifferently: "Luck is also a kind of strength. Among so many people, Director Mingla took a fancy to me. Among so many candidates, the Film Academy included me on the nomination list. The script of "My Grand Greek Wedding" was handed by so many people, but I took a fancy to me."

It sounds like it is in line with Kirsten's words, but in fact Sean uses this passage to express his strength. If he doesn't have the strength, will he be favored by Mingla? If his acting skills are not good, will the Film Academy nominate him? If he has no vision and determination, will he invest in "My Grand Greek Wedding"?

"So, luck is important," Sean concluded, "just like Chopin, he was lucky to know Lister, so the latter took advantage of the lights to let Chopin play, so that he became famous in one sentence."

"Is that so? This is the first time I heard that Chopin has experienced such a thing." Kirsten looked at Shaun attentively, as if he had been fascinated by him.

Franco next to him almost turned his nose aside. He was the first to mention Chopin, but why did he let this guy snatch the verb?

"There are more interesting things about Chopin, such as when he was a child, he actually hated the piano sounds. He would cry when he heard the piano sounds, but..." Sean said and looked around. "This is obviously not a place to talk about celebrity anecdotes. If you want, maybe we can change the place. My Lincoln Land 1960 has just finished maintenance and is just going out for a ride."

"That's great!" Kirsten said immediately.

Sean didn't even look at Franco, and got up and made an invitation. Kirsten also didn't say hello to Franco, so he left with him with pleasure.

This changed so quickly that by the time Franco reacted, the two had lost their traces.

"Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!" He cursed a few times, his face twisted, and almost smashed the cup in his hand to the ground.

"Damn bitch! Damn bastard!" Franco cursed several times, but was extremely depressed.

Although this kind of thing happens often at parties in Hollywood, the girl you like is unbearable. If it were another time, even if you were a little embarrassed, you could just drink a few more drinks and then go to find another girl.

But Franco really didn't understand why Kirsten left with the guy who was useless except luck?! You know that she is the heroine of Spider-Man. They knew each other and they worked together well before, so even though he knew that she was a little perfunctory, he still didn't care much. Why did that guy hook her away after just a few words?

Obviously, Franco would not look for reasons in himself, otherwise he would apologize at the beginning.

"Wait and see...wait and see!" Franco, who clenched his fists, cursed in a low voice.

Unfortunately, the curse could not be heard in Sean's ears, and it could not stop him from enjoying his spoils. From the beginning, he could see that she was not a proper girl - the cup in her hand contained alcohol.

"I'm tired of that guy's entanglement, so thank you for your help." Kirsten was riding on Sean, who was leaning against the car door, took off his shirt without a bra inside. The pair of soft and tempting jumped, and the smile on his face seemed very rippling.

"Are you sure you want to be here?" Sean looked around, the car parked on the side of the uninhabited road, with a few feet away from the street lights, and the night sky above his head.

"But this is very exciting, isn't it?" Kirsten smiled even more charmingly, then got up and lie down, and Sean immediately took a breath.
Chapter completed!