"After knocking for about three or four minutes, the door finally opened, but do you know what I saw? The director was wearing pajamas. Then, he invited me in and handed me a glass of red wine. Do you know what that means?

Right? Frankly speaking, I never thought I would encounter this situation. If he was not a director, I would throw red wine in his face." Charlize lifted the glass with three fingers and shook it. He hummed.

"Then what?" Sean held his chin and looked very focused.

"I'm leaving. I don't need to mix with this kind of people, but guess what my agent said?" There was a mocking look on the girl's pretty face.

"He asked you to do what the other person wanted, and told you that this was an opportunity, an opportunity that would make you famous." Sean's expression became a little subtle.

"Bingo!" Charlize snapped her fingers. "That was so true that I fired the agent."

Speaking of this, she suddenly thought of something and narrowed her eyes. She looked Sean up and down: "What, you have a similar experience?"

Sean coughed dryly and did not answer the question. Instead, he asked: "What's the name of your agent?"

He looked at her, a little nervous, as if he was worried about whose name she would say.

Although it was a bit strange, Charlize still gave the answer: "Let me think about it... John Crosby? Yes, that's the name. Do you have an impression of him?"

"No, I just want to know his name." Sean said covertly.

"Forget it, Sean, it's written on your face just now." Charlize said jokingly, "You're worried about knowing the person I'm talking about, right? Tell me, what's going on? Don't make excuses.

I've satisfied your curiosity, now it's your turn to satisfy mine."

"Okay, okay," Sean raised his hands, "Actually, I would have said it even if you didn't push me. After hearing what you said about your experience, I felt... some things are really interesting."

Then he started talking, starting from the time he encountered a problem in the bank and gave an impromptu speech, forcing the other party to cash a check for him, and then to how he met Frederick and how he entered Hollywood.

What kind of mentality was there, what things happened to me, and how I changed, slowly and in detail.

Regarding Naomi and Jordana, the part was naturally omitted, but the original quarrels with Frederic and the big reversal from "Everybody Loves Raymond" to "Friends" were not at all.

fall.

Charlize was a little surprised at first, with obvious disbelief, and seemed to think that he made it up temporarily after hearing her experience. But as Sean told her story, she gradually put away this look and began to listen carefully.

.

"You met a good agent, Sean." After he finished telling the story, Charlize said this after a moment of silence.

"I agree," Sean nodded, "Although Fred is sometimes a little neurotic and always wants to arrange everything and let me do it, once I object or have my own arrangements, he will become

Very anxious, but he is indeed very capable and has his own persistence."

When he said this, he suddenly thought of something, turned around nervously, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"What, are you worried that he will suddenly jump out and complain?" Charlize asked with a smile.

"Not really, I've said this many times in front of him, but..." Sean scratched his head, "It's always a bit guilty to speak ill of others behind their backs, especially in front of a beautiful lady.

face."

Charlize looked at him and didn't answer. After a few seconds, he changed the subject: "If he hadn't caught up with you, would you have continued to be an actor?"

"Who knows," Sean shrugged, "Maybe I will leave to do something else. After all, I am an actor just to solve life problems, but maybe I will stay and continue. One of my life creeds is that once I decide to do it

If you want to win, you have to do your best and give up before trying anything. That's not my approach."

After a pause, he then asked: "What about you, Charlie? If you had not continued to be an actor, what would you have done?"

"Hmm..." Charlize changed her position and raised her other leg, "I don't know, I can no longer dance at that time, maybe I will become a model... Well, maybe I will do a short-term job

Training, then working in a company as an assistant or something, and then slowly working your way up to department head."

She said this with a smile and said seriously: "I have learned a little bit about this."

"Then you'd better not be a secretary, especially the secretary of a big boss." Sean immediately laughed.

"Oh?" The girl raised her eyebrows.

"We all know that there is a view in the United States that beautiful blond women are synonymous with stupidity and short-sightedness," Sean said half-jokingly, "So, with your beauty, once you become the secretary of a big company boss, there will definitely be

Gossip spreads, whether it's for slander or office gossip, and the better you do it, the wider the gossip will spread and the more people will believe it."

"Yeah..." Charlize sighed, reaching out and gently pulling her hair, "If I had known this, I shouldn't have listened to their advice and dyed my hair during the filming of "Two Days in the Valley"

gold."

"Ah?" Sean was stunned for a moment and blinked, as if he didn't understand what she was going to say.

"You see, that's the problem," Charlize chuckled. "No one believes now that my blond hair is dyed and not natural."

"You mean... your hair is dyed... like this?" Sean stammered, as if he still couldn't believe it.

"Yes, my original hair color is brown. If you want to see it, you will have a chance." Charlize shrugged.

"How could it be?" Sean finally recovered. "Whether you have dyed blond hair or not, there is no denying that you are a very delicate beauty."

"So everyone thinks I'm just a vase." Charlize immediately said self-deprecatingly.

"Every beautiful actress will encounter this kind of thing," Sean said comfortingly, "You will prove yourself, Charlie, such as winning the Oscar for Best Actress."

"Do you think the film academy judges will award the Best Actress award to a blonde who looks brainless?" Charlize continued to laugh at herself.

"Then think of ways to avoid this," Sean laughed as he thought of something, "I remember, when Fred and I were talking about how actresses wanted to win Oscars, they once said that they had to act ugly.

, to be miserable, to be crazy, to think that oneself cannot be regarded as a normal person."

"I've heard of being ugly and going crazy, but what about being miserable?" Charlize asked curiously.

"To put it simply, the story of the character should be as miserable as possible. For example, he was abused as a child and achieved nothing when he grew up. He finally picked himself up and wanted to do something with his remaining life, but he hit a wall everywhere. No matter what he wanted to do, he would appear.

This or that problem caused her to fail. It was like being given a beautiful bubble. When she felt some hope, she popped it with her own hands. Then she suffered a lot of setbacks and finally died miserably, just like...

..." Sean tilted his head and thought carefully, "It's like the movie "Requiem for a Dream" in 2000."

Charlize listened attentively at first, but by the end he became disgusted: "Oh, this is really disgusting."

"With such a plot, we then make this character look ugly, have freckles on his face, gain dozens of pounds, and set his character to be rude, violent, and uneducated. Then he acts more crazy and shows the characteristics of an abnormal person.

, then she should basically win the Oscar for Best Actress," Sean continued and spread his hands, "The film academy judges just like this kind of role."

Then he lowered his voice: "Obviously, they like to see others suffer, but you know, it is impossible to express this kind of thoughts in life, so they have to find it in movies."

Charlize laughed immediately: "You'd better not let the judges of the film academy hear this, otherwise you will definitely be in trouble."

"I know, so..." Sean pretended to look around, then stared at Charlize intently.

"What, are you going to silence me?" Charlize, who knew what he meant, asked with a smile.

"I have thought about it, but the problem is that I can't beat you," Sean said, pointing to the marks on his face, "so I can only pray that you don't say it."

This was immediately replaced by a burst of laughter from the girl. Unknowingly, the relationship between the two became more and more harmonious, and the topics they talked about also expanded to many other topics, such as commenting on their own works or the embarrassing state before becoming an actor. It was inevitable

Yes, Sean also talked about some of the conflicts between himself and his father.

"It's normal to have conflicts. Children have to grow up, and when they grow up, they have to have conflicts with their parents." Charlize said this, and then she didn't know what she thought of, and the look on her face became a little melancholy.

"Where is your father?" Sean asked subconsciously, and then he realized that he had said the wrong thing, because the moment he said it, Charlize's face became extremely ugly.

Although she immediately regained her composure, the sudden change of color was still clearly seen by Sean and left a deep impression. Moreover, even if she controlled her emotions, she looked no different from before.

The hand holding the cup was still exerting a little force, and the knuckles were a little white.

Obviously, there must be a sharp conflict between her and her father, or something very bad has happened, otherwise she wouldn't have this expression.

For a moment, Sean didn't know what to say, but fortunately Wahlberg's voice rang out: "Hey, you guys actually hid here."

"We just found a place to chat." Sean, relieved in his heart, immediately changed the subject.

"Really? It seems like you guys had a good chat." Wahlberg winked at Sean with an ambiguous look, and Sean gave a wry smile in return.

"Sorry, Mark, I want to go back." Charlize stood up at this time, with a hint of exhaustion.

"I'll see you off." Sean stood up immediately.

"Need not……"

"I insist. You drank a lot just now, and you will be in trouble when you encounter the police."

"But you also..."

"I only drank a little. As long as I drive slowly, I'll be fine. Don't worry, I'll take you home and leave."
Chapter completed!